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Marko groaned loudly, his breaths coming fast and harsh, and I grinned as I saw his hands on either side of his hips clutching the sheets tightly, as he fought to lie still and allow me my explorations. God, I loved playing with him.

Finally, I licked the little drop of pre-cum off the tip of the glorious member that had already rocked my world and ruined me for any other man. His hands shot to my head and fisted in my hair. I glanced up to see Marko staring at me through half-closed eyes with a look of raw need that took my breath away.

Watching him as he lay there, panting hard and fighting for control, sent a shiver of smug triumph through me. It delighted me that I was the woman making this gorgeous male feel that good. Smiling, I licked the length of him, and he shuddered before I took him into my mouth.

The slightly salty taste of him was appealing, and I wanted more of it. Sucking him deep, I cupped his balls and gave them a gentle squeeze as I moved my head up and down his length. He was just too big for me to take without gagging, so I clasped my hand around the bottom of his shaft and continued to pump it while I sucked.

“God, Mel, I can’t last much longer. If you keep this up, I’m going to come,” he panted, his jaw tight with the tension it took to keep from doing just that.

“Come, Marko. I want to taste you. You’ve tasted me; it’s only fair,” I said when he started to shake his head.

“Fair is fair,” he replied, and suddenly my mouth was filled with his cum. I’d never swallowed before because in the past I’d never liked the taste of semen, but Marko’s didn’t bother me, and I sucked it down then lapped at his slit to clean him up.

“Phew, that was amazing, honey. In fact, it was the best blow job I’ve ever had. But I thought I was supposed to be comforting you,” Marko said with a huge and very wicked grin as he grabbed me and pulled me up his body.

Positioning me over his face, I gasped as his tongue licked my slit.

Oh, my! I guessed My Sexy Nerd was about to return the favour.

My eyes rolled back in my head as Marko attacked me with relish. If I didn’t know better, I would suspect him of trying to ensure that I would soon confirm that he was the best at going down on me than anyone else. I couldn’t help but smirk at the thought. Oh baby, bring it on!

It didn’t take long before I was gripping the headboard and riding his face like a feral thing. I was so close, just teetering on the edge of a release when Marko moved us so that he was lying on top of me.

I was about to protest, but he cut my words off, capturing my mouth again and adjusting his cock so that it lined up with my entrance. Holding himself there, he reined more kisses over my mouth, jaw and down my neck, making me shiver.

With one hand on my hips and the other at the back of my head, he held himself still, teasing me by rubbing his erection between my wet folds, pressing it against my clit briefly with each upward stroke.

Tilting my hips up, I silently begged for him to fill me, but he wasn’t ready to oblige. Playing hard to get, he moved back, teasing me again and again, until I was a hot mess, writhing and moaning with pleasure beneath him.

God, this man did things to my body I never knew were possible and I couldn’t get enough of my Mr Sexy Nerd. Grunts, groans and moans filled the room, and I vaguely wondered if anyone could hear us, but then realised I didn’t care. Not right now. Later might be a different story, but I wasn’t about to let any future embarrassment stop me from enjoying the present.

“Marko, you’re killing me,” I cried as he chuckled in my ear.

Mr sexy Nerd was playing a bloody tease, and he was relishing the role.

“Please, Marko,” I groaned.

“What do you want Melissa? Tell me what you need?” he said, his voice strained with the tension of holding himself over me.

“You, Marko, inside me. Now!” I panted the words out loudly, practically screaming them.

Finally, I felt a nudge at my entrance.

“Yes!” I cried and tried to lift my hips, but he held me down.

Slowly, inch by inch, he entered me, taking his time and staring at where our bodies joined with such a look of awe that I nearly came again from that alone.

“Please,” I begged.

He pushed in further, finally seating himself inside me to the hilt, before slowly, achingly slowly, pulling back out, then suddenly slamming back into me.

“Oh, fuck.”

“More, Marko, please,” I begged, panting hard, lifting my legs, and wrapping them around his waist, pulling him closer.

“Fuck me!” I screamed against his neck, becoming frantic, as he teased me over and over, making me mad with need.

“Stop teasing. Please, Marko. Now!” I cried, smacking his bum in outrage at his teasing ways.

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