Page 26 of Surge of Heat

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to blow my load right away,” Evander says, his voice husky and desperate.

Sheer horniness overcomes me, and I feel myself getting wet. I bounce my ass against him and he takes a sharp intake of breath then begins to fuck me from behind. It’s good,oh sogood.

My eyes close. My nipples harden. He plunges into me over and over again. Harder and faster. Each thrust filling every inch of my pussy until I orgasm. Pleasure explodes through my body making every hair stand on end. I work myself against him harder and harder, moaning, as I ride the waves.

His mouth finds my throat from behind and begins biting and sucking so hard that it makes my pussy tighten, and anotherorgasm explodes through me. I’m whimpering, riding him like crazy, trying to catch my breath and stop my racing heart all at once.

When he comes, it’s hot and sticky. As a human, I can never remember being this aware of cum, but either his is more and warmer, or my instincts are just sharper, because I can feel it coating my insides. And I like it.

His smell washes over me, mingling with my own. There’s something possessive about it, something that makes me feel like this man owns me now, and I kind of like the feeling.

Then he pulls out of me and rolls me onto my back before climbing on top. I look up into his dark eyes, and if I thought his scent claimed me, it’s nothing compared to the look in his eyes. My nipples ache with arousal. He pushes his hard cock back inside me and begins to suck on my neck again, biting here and there.

I relax, and he begins thrusting. My legs wrap his back, and I’m lost to the incredible sensation of him inside me. This man, he sure as hell knows what he’s doing with his cock.

“Does he fuck you like this?” he groans against my neck.

I tense.

“I know he doesn’t fuck you like I do.”

I grasp his shoulders. “Stop.”

He thrusts harder and harder, and I feel myself building to a climax. My pussy is soaking wet. My muscles are tensing around his long, thick cock.

“He’s going to know who you belong to today,” he murmurs, then sucks my neck harder.

Fuck! He’s marking me! That’s why he’s marking me!“You ass!” I pound on his shoulder, but my legs tighten around him, and I meet his thrusts with my own.

My orgasm hits me. Hard. And my vision waivers as stars dance in my vision. I feel his hot cum sliding inside of me, making my orgasm even stronger.

Then he collapses on top of me, and we’re both breathing hard.

“You marked me to make a point to him!” I accuse.

He turns his handsome face to me, a smirk playing on his lips. “Your non-boyfriend should know who you were fucking all night.”

I pound his shoulder with my fist. “You were only here because you were hurt. You seem fine now, so get out.”

His eyes darken. “Come on, you’re not done. That pussy of yours needs more.”

I shove at him. “Get off and get out!”

He thrusts into me a few more times, still hard, and I have to hold back a moan of pleasure, before he pulls out and sits up. “We both need a shower. Maybe we could just–”

“Out!” I say, angry and feeling betrayed.

He shrugs and stands, and it’s impossible not to be mesmerized by his muscular body. The man is absolutely beautiful. “It’s better the non-boyfriend knows now rather than later. It’ll hurt less.”

“You don’t have any idea what you’re playing with,” I tell him, nearly shouting.

He stops and studies me for a minute. “You really care about him, don’t you?” After a second, his jaw clenches, and he dresses with angry movements. Then heads for the door, but just before he goes he stops and says, “You know I’m not going to let him have you, right?”

I’m about to argue, to say I’m not sure what, when he walks out the door without looking back.

Furious, I rise and go to the bathroom mirror. Sure enough, my neck is covered in marks. Marks that were clearly made by someone’s mouth. There are even teeth marks.

“That bastard!”

---