Page 60 of Never Less

I give myself a minute to recover, and Marcus strokes my hair while I catch my breath. I’m quivering, and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to hold myself up, but I want to try. Marcus is nowhere near done with me—that I know for sure—and I want to make his pleasure last for as long as possible.

So once my pulse has calmed to a reasonable rate, I push Marcus onto his back and yank his pants down his legs. Once they’re off, I shimmy out of my clothes, tossing them to the side.

“What’re you doing, Liliana?” he asks.

Crawling on top of him, I position myself so my pussy is hovering right over his face and his dick is inches from my mouth. I know better than to think he’ll let all the attention be on him, so this is my compromise—one I’ve been looking forward to all day.

“Is this what you want?” He takes hold of my hips, adjusting me to his liking. “You want to suck my cock while I lick this pretty pussy until you come?”

Moaning in response, I take his dick in my hand and close my lips around the head. He’s hard, and there’s already a drop of precum leaking from the tip. The salty taste cuts through the haziness in my mind, driving me to slide more of Marcus’s cock into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat.

“That’s it. Take me deeper, little star. Every fucking inch.”

I relax my throat and do as he says, taking in all of Marcus’s cock. While I do, he licks my clit. I’m so sensitive that the light touch makes me jump, and Marcus tightens his hold on my hips so I can’t move away.

My body is shaking from the number of orgasms he’s pulled out of me, but I don’t stop. When we’re like this, Marcus only has one goal: pleasing me. It’s what he wants—what he likes—but I like pleasing him, too. He may only be able to come once, but I always want to make it as good for him as he makes it for me.

So I wrap my lips around him and suck, running my tongue along his length as I move my head up and down. He circles my clit gently, probably not wanting to overstimulate me too much.

My arms feel like they’ll give out at any second, and it’s hard to concentrate on Marcus’s cock with the way he’s sucking on my clit. I’m not ready to be done yet, though. I love the feel of his dick in my mouth, and I love the groans I’m pulling out of him even more.

Marcus’s hold on my hips tightens, and he flattens his tongue against my pussy, licking slowly. It feels amazing, especially when he finishes and starts sucking again. I can feel that familiar tension building in my lower stomach for what’s probably the thousandth time tonight. It threatens to overtake me before I’m ready. There’s no way I can handle another orgasm yet.

Lifting my head, I gasp out, “Marcus, I need more time.”

He pulls away instantly, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. The tension floods out of my body, and I close my eyes in relief. No matter how good he feels, I just can’t take it yet.

With Marcus taking a break, I’m able to focus on him better. I cup his balls while I bob my head up and down. When I squeeze them gently, he grunts.

“Liliana,” he grits out. “You know what that does to me.”

I squeeze them again, teasing his cock with my tongue.

Within seconds, Marcus lifts me off him. He tosses me onto the mattress, and the moment I land on my back, he yanks my legs open. “I’m not coming until I’m deep inside you, you understand? I’ve been dreaming of fucking you all day.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” I reach in between us and stroke his cock.

He crawls in between my legs, staying up on his knees, but then he stops. “You’re ready? If you need more time—”

“For this, yes.”

I guide him inside me, and once he’s seated all the way, he pauses and lets out a quiet moan. “Heaven, Liliana. You feel like heaven.”

He starts off slow, and I relish in the feel of him moving in and out of me. With each thrust, he adds a little more force, and I grab at his hips to egg him on. I need this—need him to fuck me with everything he’s got.

“Harder,” I moan. “Please, Marcus.”

He obliges, and I cry out. The angle is already perfect, and the added pressure against my g-spot every time he drives into me is almost enough to make me come from this alone.

“Are you ready?” he asks, his hand drifting toward my pussy. “I want you to come like this, Liliana. You can give me one more. I know you can.”

“How… how many?” I ask, trying and failing to clear the fog from my mind. Normally he makes me keep count, but if he asked me to today, I was too out of it to notice. I have no idea how many times I’ve already come.

“One more,” he says again.

I accept that I’m not going to get my answer and nod before remembering he can’t see me well enough. “Yes,” I answer, my voice weak. “One… one more.”

His thumb presses against my clit, and I whimper at the sensation. I grab at his arms, not sure if I’m trying to push him away or keep him close. It’s so overwhelmingly good that more tears fill my eyes.

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