Page 89 of Mark

It is sheer fucking heaven.

“More,” I plead as he thrusts inside of me.

He moves my leg until it’s swung over his shoulder, and with a grunt, he slams inside of me harder. My pussy clamps around his cock at the move, feeling sensitive.

Leaning down, he sucks my nipple into his mouth, and I moan, arching to his touch.

“Yes,” I hiss, digging my fingertips into his shoulders.

“Fuck,” he growls when I clench around him.

I meet him thrust for thrust, still needing more. He must sense it because he pulls out, his breathing hard and laboured. “Why are you stopping?” I complain.

“Turn around and grip the headboard. Don’t let go!” he warns.

I must not move quick enough because before I’m fully turned, he has his hands on my hips, spinning me over. He runs his palm down my spine, following the curve, before pressing down on the small of my back.

“Fuck,” I rasp, feeling light-headed.

He knows exactly where to touch me, which buttons to press to get a reaction. He slides his cock through my slit, mixing his pre-cum with my juices.

I need him inside of me.

I crave it.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you are going to be sore tomorrow,” he growls.

I glance over my shoulder, arching a brow. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” He slams inside of me, forcing me back by my hips. “Fucker!”

He’s brutal as he slams inside of me. If it didn’t feel so good, I’d complain, but he’s hitting the right spot with the right amount of pressure.

It’s rough, deep, like he can’t control his reaction any more than I can.

“Fuck me, your arse,” he groans, gripping onto it with one hand. “I wonder if your arse is as tight as your pussy.”

I feel his thumb press against the tiny hole, and I tense. “I don’t think so.”

“You like it,” he accuses, pressing the tip of his thumb inside my arse. “I can feel how wet you are.”

“Oh God,” I groan, thrusting back against him. “Just fuck me.”

He does, and my breasts bounce at the force, causing a moan to slip past my lips.

I’m close.

“I’ve never fucked anyone in their arse,” he mentions, thrusting harder.

“It’s good to have dreams,” I argue on a moan.

“I think you like the idea.”

“So you are deluded as well as a dreamer,” I cry.

His thumb slips free, and I should sag with relief that he hasn’t gotten any ideas. Instead, I can’t help but want him to do it again. No one has ever done that to me before. No one has ever mentioned anal.

Yet now, my mind is wondering about it.

Would his cock in my arse feel as good as it does in my pussy?

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