Page 20 of Mark & Don't Tell

We stare at each other for a moment, his eyes straying over my skin where he left his marks, eyebrows knitting together.

“Did I hurt you?”

Nine

DARIA

Did he hurt me? He’s joking, right? Did he not hear the way I was moaning and whimpering? But the lines of concern on his face are so deep, I realize he’s truly worried.

“What? No, of course not. That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

He strokes my back. “Good,” he says, blowing out a breath. “Good.”

“I would have said stop.”

He searches my face. “Sometimes subs don’t.”

“I’m not afraid to speak up,” I assure him.

Eyes flaring with approval, his palm roams to my ass. His rough and strong hands smooth over my skin. “What’s your name?”

A laugh bursts out of me, and I bury my head against his chest. I let this man fuck the shit out of me and he doesn’t even know my name. He softly swats my ass, and I press against his side, feeling every hard plane.

“Sorry,” I say with a soft chuckle, gazing up at him. “My name is Daria.”

His fingers brush over my thighs, the tips stroking over my pussy, which is leaking cum. Arching an eyebrow, he carefully parts me and slips a finger inside of me. As he plunges the digit deep, I stifle a moan. “You’re still a mess.” Leaning in, he brushes his lips over mine. “Sit on my face, Daria.”

“What?”

“Don’t be shy now.” He adds another finger. “Let me clean you properly.”

Biting my lip, I study him. He simply lifts his eyebrows in challenge and continues to tease me with his fingers, waiting for me to acquiesce. There’s really not a reason to say no. He’s offering me a throne. Why wouldn’t I take it?

As I push up, his fingers slip out of me, and he holds my hips as I climb over him, positioning my cunt right above his mouth.

He gazes up at me with a triumphant smirk. “Give me that pretty pussy,” he growls.

And I lower myself to his face like a good girl. His eyes flare with pride, and he clutches my hips, driving his tongue straight into me and savoring me before running the flat of it all the way up to my clit, lapping at it. I rock into the touch, his fingers tightening hard enough to bruise.

Releasing a little sigh, I drop my head back and pinch my nipples between my fingers, letting go and grinding over his face. Vic groans against me, and I smile, riding his face while he cleans every inch of me. Does he like the way I taste with his cum dripping out of me?

My legs tighten as he sucks on my clit, and I rock a little harder, gasping as he spears two thick fingers inside of me, pressing down on my G-spot while he reverently flicks his tongue over the sensitive nerves.

“Fuck, Vic,” I moan, releasing my nipples and driving my fingers into his hair, pressing him against my cunt.

He growls in approval, and the reverberation sends me over the edge. I buck and twitch against him, panting as the orgasm rolls over me. Vic is solely focused on showering my clit with attention, gently rolling over it as I come down, but when he senses my attention, his eyes lift to meet mine. Pride and smug delight dance within the depths of his brown irises.

That. That look right there burns into my mind. He’s handsome as hell, but with his mouth sealed to my cunt, he’s the fucking devil incarnate.

“You’re going to ruin me,” I whisper.

His lips curl against my skin, and he sucks on my clit, making me jerk and release a startled noise. A dark chuckle washes over my skin. Extracting his fingers, he places a gentle kiss against my clit before easing my ass back onto his chest. Even though his hard pecs hold me up, I worry my lip. I don’t want to hurt him. I’m not light, but he doesn’t seem to care.

I watch him suck his fingers clean, my cheeks heating as he releases a pleased sound, loving what he tastes. I try to climb off him. His hands hold me hostage, eyes meeting mine in challenge.

“Who said you could leave, little doe?”

“I’m not leaving.” Running my nails over his scalp, I fold over to kiss his forehead. “I want to lie down.”

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