Page 78 of The Lottery

Marek talking dirty will be the death of me.

But he lifts my hips again, dipping his tongue lower, sliding it into me, I realize this man can kill me in many different ways.

When he drags the tip of his tongue up to my clit, my body shudders involuntarily, so close to the edge I don’t know if I can hold on.

When he exhales, pulling his mouth away, his hot, delicious breath against my wet skin nearly sends me spiraling.

“Relax yourself for me,” he whispers, trailing the tip of his fingers down my legs softly. “Let this build slowly. I want to be inside you when you come. I want to feel you squeeze my cock.”

I moan. “If you’re trying to calm me down, you’re failing miserably.” I’m practically panting as I speak and he chuckles, his voice deep and full of desire.

“I have waited too long for this.” He looks up, holding my gaze with his. “If this is our only night together, I want everything.”

My gut clenches and absurd tears sting my eyes at the thought that this might be it for us. It’s so dumb. So totally dumb that on an entirely new world, with only 180 people left, we can’t choose who we want to be with.

I push that thought aside. There will be plenty of nights to cry over him. Tonight is not one of them.

I close my eyes, squeezing the tears away, and when his tongue finds my clit again, gliding over it gently, then more firmly, I let myself get lost in this moment.

He brings one hand up to cup my breast, his thumb and forefinger squeezing my nipple as his tongue dips deeper into me.

I am wet and aching and hot all over. The fire dances along Marek’s skin as he moves over my body, exploring me, pleasuring me, torturing me with the delights of his talents.

When he slips one long finger into me, my body tightens around him and I feel his cock stiffen and press against my leg.

I arch my back and Marek growls against my flesh. I can tell restraint is getting difficult for him, so I help him along by reaching for him, rubbing my palm against his hard shaft, cupping the heat of him in my hand.

He’s huge. And so fucking hard I want to impale myself on him immediately, but he is still working his magic on me.

He slides a second finger in, stretching me, preparing me.

His tongue flicks my clit as he pumps into me while his other hand continues to tease at my breasts.

I spread myself wider for him, raising my hips as I try to simultaneously come and avoid coming.

My body is at war with Marek’s plans to wait, and as he continues to lick and suck and bite and nibble, I can’t hold back anymore. I’m too close. There’s no stopping the tidal wave that’s coming.

I grip his shoulders. “Marek.” He shifts over me, moving up, his mouth finding mine. I taste myself on him, just as he tasted himself on me.

My lips are swollen with his kisses. His cock seeks the soft wet folds of my very ready body.

Marek looks deeply into my eyes. “Is this what you want?”

I nod. “Yes. Now.”

“Even if it is all we can have?”

I know what he’s doing. I know he wants to make sure I don’t regret this. I know he wants to make sure this is what I want. But… “Marek. Fuck me. Now, please.”

He keeps his fingers on my clit, rubbing against the bundle of nerves as he looks at me with such desire. He moves his hips closer, his head pressing against me.

“You’re exquisite,” I say breathlessly.

“You are everything,” he responds.

Our eyes stay locked in a moment of stillness…

And then he pushes into me.

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