Page 63 of Essence of his Soul

Mark’s breath caught.

I gently massaged his balls, then settled between his legs, kissed the tip slowly at first, and then sucked his penis deep into my mouth.

“Shit.” Mark released a hiss from between his lips.

“Did you say something?” I asked as my tongue snaked around the head.

Mark’s body jerked, and he made a restrained snarling sound. “Don’t you dare stop.”

Laughing, I swallowed him, taking his length to the back of my throat, then sucked while circling my hand up and down hisrigid shaft. I looked up to see him watching me. Half-lowered lashes, desire glinting in his eyes.

“That’s it, sweetheart, suck my dick… suck it.” Moaning, Mark brought a hand to fist my hair and guided me up and down, creating a different rhythm.

The way his hips were rocking, and the tight hold he had on my hair gave me the confidence I was giving him a great blow job. I picked up speed, corkscrewing with my tongue on the down stroke and sucking hard on the up stroke.

“That feels so good, sweetheart.” His hips arched to meet my mouth.

I picked up the pace, sliding my lips up and down, massaged his balls, then swallowed him even deeper. A loud growl ripped from his throat, and then abruptly, he stopped and withdrew from my mouth.

“Why you stop me?”

“Another second, and it would have been over.” His words came out breathless. Mark kissed me possessively and pushed his tongue between my lips. He broke the kiss and said, “Sweetheart, hand me my wallet?”

I leaned over and handed it to him. He released me long enough to suit up, and then Mark rolled onto his back and lifted me over his body until I was straddling his lap.

“Oh,” I whimpered as he gripped my hips and lowered me down onto the length of his penis. I gasped. Mark released a long hiss, then grabbed my hips again, holding me down against his body, allowing me a moment to adjust to the feel of him inside of me.

“Ride,” he commanded.

I began gyrating my hips.

“That’s it,” Mark growled while thrusting his penis upward, hard and deep. “You feel so good.”

“Yes,” I moaned and struggled to breathe. How was it my body was already starving for more? As I rocked and met his upward pumps, Mark focused his attention on my nipples, gently licking and kissing, first one, then the other, again and again. He was driving me insane.

I kissed his shoulder and neck while inhaling his masculine scent. “Oh, baby,”

“Your pussy is so tight,” he whispered while rolling his hips, driving himself even deeper.

Holding onto his broad shoulders, I rode him hard, rising up and down on his dick. “Kiss me,” I begged.

Mark dragged my mouth to his and captured me in a deep kiss, making it almost impossible for me to think, only respond. I began winding my hips and moving in small, quick strokes, and Mark’s breathing increased.

“Mine,” he growled.

“What?” I asked as I continued to pump my hips.

“You’re mine.”

“Yes, I’m yours,” I moaned, thrusting my hips backward, meeting his, pound for pound.

Mark gripped my waist, pumping into me with great speed. I screamed with pleasure. He was so large, and I felt so full. I felt complete. The last time had been amazing, but this time was fucking phenomenal. My legs grew weak, and as he thrust harder and deeper, I wondered how long I would be able to hold on.

“I’m about to come,” I whimpered as I felt the tension building.

“How about I help you along?” he offered. His hand slipped down across my belly until his fingers brushed over my clit. I whimpered on contact. He circled it and teased it until I shook.

“Mark!”

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