Page 11 of She Found Me

With a growl and a scowl, he quickly removes his remaining clothing. Without warning he dives onto the bottom of the bed. He grabs me by the ankles and slides me down towards him. I laugh in surprise. He has a mischievous look on his face.

“I said, open.” Marco opens my legs with my ankles, his face diving in-between them. His tongue slips through my centre, and he rubs his bearded chin on my clitoris, making my body jump with the sensitive pleasure. “This is mine. Tell me this is mine,” Marco demands, but the pleasure I feel is so intense, I can’t speak.

His tongue works gently, lapping at my core, then he presses his bearded mouth against me, massaging round and around, giving the most pleasurable friction. Then, before it gets too much, his tongue is back, and the whole process starts again. I’m in heaven. My legs start to shake and my body bucks with intense pleasure. Just as I’m going over the edge, it stops.

Marco leans over me. “Tell me it’s mine.”

“It’s yours.” I would literally agree to anything right now.

Marco squints at me, he doesn’t fully believe me. I feel him line himself up, and he swipes his tip up through my centre, coating himself in my arousal. I open my legs, ready for the fulfilling pleasure about to begin.

Staring into my eyes, he says, “You belong to me.” As he speaks, he thrusts, opening, stretching, and filling me.

My mouth opens with a moan of pleasure, and the look of joy on Marcos’s face pulls at my chest. Putting my hands around his head, I pull him to me, our lips crashing together again, consuming each other’s moan of passion. My legs wrap around him—it’s like I can’t get close enough. I need more of him. He thrusts and thrusts, his tip rubbing against that glorious spot deep inside me.

“More, I need more,” I gasp into his mouth.

Taking my bottom lip between his teeth, he pulls our mouths away from each other. I’m missing his lips immediately, but then he puts my legs over his shoulders, and… “Oh yes, that’s it.”

He is inside me to the brim, his pubic bone creating the friction I need to tip me over the edge. It builds, and I cry out.

“Look at me!” he orders.

I see the euphoria on his face. He pounds with force. He’s like an animal, and I absolutely love it.

“Now!” he bellows.

Our moans and groans and cries of pleasure surely will be heard from outside, but I don’t care. I’m in another world, a place of extreme pleasure where I have only ever been with Marco—a I place where only he and I exist. Our bodies buck and shake in the aftermath. The sounds coming from Marco in his pleasure fill me with joy. I could get off from his noises alone.

Relaxing into my bed, I close my eyes, enjoying the satisfaction my whole body feels. Waiting for Marco to remove himself, I’m surprised to feel him kissing my feet. Opening my eyes, I see Marco holding my feet still propped on his shoulders, kissing my soles with his eyes closed. Something quite intimate that he has never done before. I lay still for a moment, watching him. Taking a deep breath with his last kiss, he savours the smell of my feet. I’m glad I have just showered. A smile I don’t see often fills his face. He puts my big toe in his mouth and sucks hard, making a loud popping sound as he releases.

“From the tips of your toes…” He kisses along my shin and up to my thigh. “… all the way…” He continues kissing up my body until he reaches the top of my head, where he lingers with a bigger kiss. “… to the top of your head….” He then brings his nose to touch mine, our eyes connected. “Is mine!” he booms, giving me one last thrust before he pulls out and walks to the bathroom.

The reminder of our passion leaks from between my legs a feeling I’m not used to.

“I’ll get the doctor to prescribe you the morning-after pill, you don’t want to be seen in the chemist” he shouts as he closes the door.

I roll my eyes as I get up and follow him in.

Chapter 6

Mia

“I can sort myself out, thank you,” I say as I also make a mental reminder to get myself checked out. I have no idea what Marco gets up to. I am on the pill, but I’ve never not used protection before.

Sitting on the toilet while I wait for him to shower, I admire Marco’s body. He fills the space with such masculinity. Every muscle in his body is trying to escape from his skin. His body pretty much covered with hair, which on any other man I’d find repulsive. His olive skin is scattered with scars, which only adds to his dangerous demeanour that I cannot resist.

“Are you done yet?” I stand impatiently in front of him.

He opens the glass door and pulls me in before I have chance to protest.

“Oh no, little lady—I am far from done.” He spins me round. “Hands on the wall in front of you!”

I do as I’m told.

“Lower and spread those legs.”

As soon as I do, I’m thrust into the air because of his height. I think I’m going headfirst into the wall, but he catches me, holding my weight as he pounds. He holds me as if I weigh nothing. The feeling is incredible.

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