Page 13 of Awakened by Sin

“Marcus,” she snapped.

He laughed as he rose. He clasped her face between his hands and kissed her. His kiss was nothing like what she shared with the prospect. He tasted earthy, tempting, with a hint of spearmint. Her heart slammed against her rib cage so hard she was afraid he could feel it. Exultation raced through her. She wasn’t sure why Marcus’s touch evoked something in her, but at the moment, she didn’t care. Desperate to feel more, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He rubbed his erection against her while she clawed the back of his suit with her pointed fingernails.

“Now,” she panted and undid his belt and pulled down his zipper in rapid succession.

“Mmm,” he hummed and cupped her breast.

She froze. She got breast implants at twenty-one. In Vegas, this was as common as getting braces. A couple of months ago, she took them out and was now back to a B cup. Holy fuck. No one told her how sensitive her breasts would be now that they were all natural again.

“Carmen?”

“Suck me,” she whispered.

She didn’t need to ask twice. He pulled down the top of her dress and pulled her breast into his mouth. When he flicked her nipple with his tongue, she nearly gave herself a concussion when her head kicked back against the wall.

“That’s it,” she declared as she pulled his cock out of his black briefs. He was hard and ready to go, just like her.

“I don’t have a condom,” he said.

She walked to the vanity where she left her clutch and retrieved one. He looked debauched in his spiffy suit with his dick out. She sank to her knees in front of him. She always believed in repaying a favor. She licked the tip, and he exhaled. She placed sloppy kisses on the underside of his penis without breaking eye contact.

“No,” he growled.

He yanked her to her feet. He wasn’t calm or controlled now. He pinned her against the wall and lifted one leg as he tried to fit himself to her.

“Wait,” she said and showed him the condom.

“Put it on me.”

She ripped the package with her teeth and smoothed the condom over him. She couldn’t resist giving him a teasing stroke. He bared his teeth and shoved her hand away as he boosted her up with one arm. She closed her eyes. This was it. She held her breath.

“Look at me.”

The growled order took a moment to penetrate. When she obeyed, she found herself looking at a man with one thing on his mind. The lust and need in his eyes amplified her own.

“Who’s going to fuck you?” he demanded.

“Someone else if you don’t hurry,” she rasped.

He pressed against her, and she sucked in a breath. He tightened his hold on her waist when she squirmed. He wasn’t even winded from holding her up. That added to her excitement. Every girl wanted to know a man could protect her … or fuck her against a wall without dropping her.

“Who’s fucking you?” he asked again.

“You aren’t fucking me, not yet.” She closed her eyes and let out a low moan. “I can imagine that other guy fucking me just like this. I think he would—”

He embedded half his penis inside her. Her eyes flashed open as her body adjusted. Marcus stared at her, face pained as he tried to hold himself back. The force of his personality, normally concealed beneath a thick layer of civility was on full display. She was blinded by its primitive beauty.

“Marcus,” she whispered.

The corner of his mouth quirked a second before he pushed until his pubic hair pressed against her smooth pussy. Carmen dropped her head back and panted as his cock, which stretched her just right, made itself at home. Vibrators and dildos did nothing for her. She needed a pulsing, warm cock, skin to skin contact, a man breathing against her neck, and hands digging into her hips. She needed the real deal. The slut who had been under lock and key for far too long urged her to cover his face with kisses. Instead, she wrapped a hand around his nape and tugged on his hair.

“Fuck me,” she ordered.

He withdrew and slid home easily. She trembled with need. He closed his eyes. It was clear he was in ecstasy. The hands gripping her ass were going to leave bruises, but she didn’t care.

He spread her thighs wide and began to move.

“Say my name,” he ordered.

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