Page 47 of All That Glitters

My vision goes blurry, and I barely look at him before gulping, my mouth dry. “Please, Marcus. Eat my pussy and make me come.”

EIGHTEEN

Eat my pussy and make me come.

Fuck, it’s all I want to do.

I want to bury myself in her and feel her wetness everywhere. I want to walk around with evidence of her desire on my face, in my hair, and taste her throughout the day. The taste of her threatens the small bit of restraint I have left.

She consumes me, and every word makes it more difficult to keep back.

She’s on the edge, right where I want her, but I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to keep her there and hold myself back at the same time. Her pussy clenches around my finger, tight, insistent, her breathing erratic and her hips jerking desperately for more friction.

I’ve never felt a tighter pussy, never been this hard, to the point where my dick throbs in time with the rhythm of my fingers. It’s everything I can do not to take her right here on the floor and really make her mine. Not just by statement, but by physical might.

I keep her exactly where she is, her leg on my shoulder. One hand works her bare and beautiful cunt while the other holds her in place. She’s sweet, tasting better than I imagined, but I’m not done with her yet.

Not by a long shot.

We’ve got a lot more playing to do before she’s off the hook. As long as I can keep my wits about me and not lose control, or come in my pants like a fucking teenager with a wet dream.

She’s exactly that, I think as I stare down at her. Her tits are out, her pussy bare, her breath making her tremble and her face pinked from pleasure. Empire Stone is a wet dream come to life.

I shake my head at her whimpers of need.

“Well? What are you going to do?” she whispers. “Your mouth, Marcus…”

I’m on my knees and straighten my back, towering over her. She wants me to eat her out? I’m just enough of a bastard to do the opposite and keep her from having what she wants. She’ll come, all right, but not because of my tongue. And not because I fuck her, either.

I’ve got to keep at least a shred of decency here.

But she’s so pretty on her back, ready to be ravaged. I’m not so far gone to lose control now.

Inspiration strikes, and my fingers fumble to push my sweatpants down and release my cock. Truly, it would be better if I had a belt to loop around her wrists. I catch her eyes before she breaks contact and glances down.

They go wide, then narrow. She licks her lips again in a way that makes me wish for another blowjob. Not yet. Not this time.

“You’re so tasty,” I say. “Delicious.”

I take my cock in hand, working the shaft up and down and smearing pre-cum all over the head, watching her widen her legs further.

“But I’m not going to fuck you, Empire.” I want to. Damn me, I want to fuck her more than I’ve wanted anything else, but I can’t bring myself to take her virginity. Not yet.

I stroke myself from the tip of me to the base of my balls and back again. Careful. I’ll jack myself to completion before we’re done here, and there’s still plenty I want to do to tease her before I cover her in cum.

I brace on one hand, keeping the other on my cock, and kiss my way along the line of her left leg, all the way up to her stomach before licking a circle around her nipple. They’re both hard little buds at this point.

Gods, she feels right. Every part of her.

And she agreed.

She belongs to me, even if she doesn’t know exactly what she’s agreed to. Even if she doesn’t know the whole truth of me or the fucked-up things I’ve had to cover up from my past. She doesn’t understand, and I’m not sure I’m strong enough to tell her.

She’ll never look at me the same way again once it’s out in the open.

“Marcus,” Empire groans my name. “What are you doing to me? Stop teasing and do it.”

“I’m playing with you.” I tease her by stroking the head of my cock along her wet seam without sliding inside, working through her folds until her breathing catches, torturing us both at the same time. How easy to notch my head inside her, just the first inch.

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