Page 52 of Marko

Lights came on inside as Marko drove the bike straight up and onto a bike rack, stopping and clipping it in place as the makeshift ramp closed behind us.

Romi was driving the lorry and called our helmets to check if we were okay. Thankfully, he confirmed that, as expected, we’d lost the SUV in the tunnel and we were finally heading home to the Estate.

“Thank fuck for that!” I cried in relief, jumping off the bike as soon as I could and removing my helmet.

That was a close call. Either of us could have been hurt, or worse. I was shaking with adrenaline, the fear of the last few hours turning to elation at having finally got away.

Despite having just pried myself off him, I was suddenly gripped with an overwhelming need to be close to Marko again.

Mr Sexy Nerd obviously felt the same as he grabbed me, kissing me like he couldn’t get enough, grabbing my ass and grinding his erection against me. He was frantic, and so was I.

Wild with need, he pulled down the zip of my jumpsuit, reaching inside to squeeze my breasts before taking my mouth again. The kiss deepened, and I fought back a moan. Marko’s touch was electric. It felt like I was burning up for him, every part of me on fire. I always felt a burning need for Marko, but this was beyond that.

Nearly losing someone you care about always heightened your emotions, but when it happened in a dangerous situation with adrenaline pumping, it obviously heightened them even more until you needed reassurance, confirmation that you were both alive. This frantic need was that for us. I needed to touch him as much as he did me, to know we survived.

Panting hard, we broke apart, still touching, not wanting to lose contact. Marko lifted my leg, and pulled off my boot, then did the same with the other, tossing them aside. Pushing my jumpsuit off my shoulders, he quickly stripped me of that, kissing and touching each part of my body as he exposed me to him.

When I stood completely naked before him, I turned the tables on my sexy Russian and pulled his clothing off.

As soon as I’d divested him of his boxers, Marko grabbed me, turning me so my back was pressed to his front. Squeezing my breasts from behind, his fingers kneaded the flesh, moulding them in his palms while he nibbled my neck. His hands and hot breath on my body drove me insane until I felt feverishly desperate for him.

Holding me close, his erection pressing against my lower back, he pinched my nipples as he walked me toward the bike. My thighs were slick with my juices, and my pussy pulsed with need.

“Mount!” he commanded. That sexy Russian accent came out in full force, and I shivered and quickly obeyed.

If any other man ordered me around during intimacy, I would have told him where to go, but with Marko, I loved it. As long as he only did it during sex, I could handle that. I was far too independent to allow him to dominate me outside of the bedroom. But inside, well, my sexy Russian could bring it on!

Marko climbed on behind me still holding me tightly against him as if he couldn’t bear to let me go even a little.

“Grab the handles!” he commanded again, pushing me forward.

When I did what I was told, he lowered his hands to my hips, moving me where he wanted me, and I let him.

It felt so very decadent to be straddling the bike wet and naked like this.

Covering me with his body, Mr Sexy Nerd slipped one hand around to the front of me again to play with my nipples. First one, then the other, while his other hand slipped between my wet folds and his cock ground between my cheeks.

“So wet,” he whispered breathlessly, nuzzling my ear, his hands working their magic.

Our movements sped up as we ground our bodies together, and he nipped and licked at my neck. Fisting my ponytail, he pulled my head back, exposing my neck further while he continued to play with my clit. Biting and sucking hard, where my neck and shoulder met, I realised he was marking me. I was going to have a hickey! My eyes widened, and I clamped my teeth into my bottom lip to keep from giggling.

I was a grown woman, not a silly teenager, so I should not be happy about that, but I was. Some primal part of me loved the fact that this gorgeous man wanted me and wanted everyone to know it by marking me as his.

The thought made me even wetter, and I moaned, grinding against his fingers as I neared my release. A sheen of sweat burst out on my skin and I shuddered as it hit me.

Oh my god, that was so good, and he isn’t even finished!

Grasping my hips in a punishing grip, Marko lifted them up slightly before thrusting his cock all the way into me.

Marko tugged my ponytail, making my back arch. The slight sting of pain heightening my pleasure. Wow! He hit me so deep in that position.

Murmuring endearments in Russian which made me want to melt into a puddle of goo, my sexy Russian man pounded into me at a punishing pace, tugging on my hair and squeezing my breast as I held on to the bike handles so tightly my knuckles turned white.

Dear god, I was about to come again. I was still in the throes of my second release when he thrust several more times, spilling into me.

My whole body shook with pleasure, and I collapsed forward onto the bike.

“That was bloody amazing, Marko!” I panted through ragged breaths.

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