Page 49 of Kiss and Make Love

The authority in his voice does nothing to help the situation between my thighs. It makes it worse. I can feel myself throbbing.

We’re in some sort of storage room. There are boxes stacked on the shelves covering most walls and a narrow stainless-steel counter and sink on the left. I lift myself onto it and make a slight hiss when my ass hits the cold steel. The entire time, he’s watching me.

His hands move to his shirt, undoing the buttons at a painstaking rate. Next is his belt. It falls to the floor with a rattle. My eyes are glued to him. It’s the first time I've got to see him since we entered the back room (how long have we been in here?) and he’s punishing me. I watch as he pulls his shirt off and steps out of his jeans. The only thing left on his body is his underwear, and it can’t hide what’s going on underneath.

His cock. Is. Straining.

The fabric is barely holding him back.

My mouth waters at the idea of him taking off that last piece of clothing. He’s even more breathtaking than I considered possible. The light on his olive skin highlights the muscled contours of his body, his curly black hair is mussed from where my hands tangled in it moments ago.

Marco palms his erection, rubbing it through the silky fabric of his boxer briefs. Up and down. Up and down. It’s almost hypnotic. I watch, enraptured, until his voice breaks the spell.

“Spread your legs for me, Georgia. I’m done waiting.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I’m done waiting, too. There is nothing I want more than his dick inside me right now. I swear my arousal is pooling on the counter under me—and I love it. He yanks off his underwear, and his shaft springs free. It’s the type of dick I writeabout: long, thick, and more than enough to fill me.

He’s on me in seconds, crashing against my body, pulling me closer to him. He pulls me to the edge of the counter and thrusts into me without warning. My yelp is swallowed by his mouth on mine. His tongue pushes its way into my mouth, searching, exploring every inch. Strong hands grip my ass and hold me in place so he can fuck me with force. The grip on my skin is punishing, and I’m sure I’ll be bruised tomorrow, but I love it. The pain and the pleasure.

I hold on to him, pulling him closer, meeting his thrusts. My fingernails dig into his back, spurring him on. I let out a breathy moan, unable to contain myself. So unbelievably good. Marco’s officially ruined sex for me because nothing will ever feel this fantastic again. His broad dick driving into me, his merciless touch, his cruel pace.

“You’re dripping. All for me.” He pulls himself out of me and dips his head to my pussy, taking long, fevered licks of my arousal. “You taste so good.”

Well. Fuck, if that’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

He stands up and takes my lips with his. His chin and mouth are wet from eating my pussy, but I don’t care. He pushes me onto my back, grabs my thighs, and pulls me half off the counter, supporting me with his grip around my legs. His cock is at my entrance, and he slowly, so slowly, slides back in.

“Fuck,stellina. Why did we wait so long to do this?” His words come out between ragged breaths as he finds his rhythm again, pumping into me over and over.

One arm wraps around both of my bent legs and pins them to his chest as he fucks me hard against the counter. He dips a finger from the other hand in his mouth, coating it in saliva. I don’t register what’s happening until his finger is on my tight ring of muscle, rubbing circles around it.

“Marco!” I gasp, loving having him so close back there. It seems forbidden—wrong, even—and I want nothing more than to do every dirty thing with him.

He slows his pace and asks, “Do you want this?”

I nod, craving what he’s offering me. I want him everywhere in my body.

“Use your words, Georgia.”

“Yes—I want it. Please, do it.”

His finger pushes inside me while he’s still fucking my cunt, and the sensation is exactly what I need. My pussy flutters around his dick, and when he lets out a moan, it’s too much to handle. Picking up his pace, he moves his body and hand in time together, filling both my holes like no partner has done before.

“Come for me one more time. Come before I do,” he grunts out, low and throaty.

My hand snakes down to find my clit, and it only takes a few strokes before I’m biting back a scream underneath him, my body thrusting against his in ecstasy.

Marco pushes my legs back against my body, pulls out of me, and comes all over my asshole with a deep groan that sounds so satisfied it makes my pussy throb. He rubs his cock against my hole, teasing me as he comes down from his orgasm.

I’m still trying to catch my breath when he leans over my body, pressing against me, and takes my lips with his. Not rough this time, but tender. His fingers replace his cock, and he spreads his cum all over my back entrance before pressing a finger inside again. I shudder at the intrusion, groaning into his mouth. His finger moves inside me at a steady pace, in and out, pushing his cum into my body.

“Next time, I’m taking you here,” he whispers.

His tongue trails down my neck, electrifying my skin.

“I’ll take my time.” His tongue works its way back up to my pulse. “I’ll start slow like I’m doing now.” He bites down, and I stifle a cry of pleasure. “But I’ll stretch you out, little by little.”

A second finger joins the first, slipping through his cum and into me with only a bit of resistance. This time, I can’t hold back, and the sound that comes out of me isn’t one I’ve ever made before.

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