Page 19 of Big Wild Fighter

“Marlon,” I gasp as I yank the covers off.

I’m presented with the top of his head, his dark hair that he’s grown since retiring, resting against his forehead. On impulse, I reach down and thread my fingers through it. He hums against my sex, and my back arches up from the bed.

The sensations are intense. The entire world is fuzzy save for my pleasure which is sharp. Marlon’s tongue is wet and warm, and now that I’m aware of what’s happening, I grind my hipsinto it. Already, I’m so close, and I wonder how long he’s been doing this.

“Oh, babe!” I yelp, as the first tendrils of my orgasm start to grip at me. “I’m going to—”

As if in response to my exclamation, he closes his mouth around my clit and sucks hard. My climax is all-consuming. The soft edges of my consciousness go black again, and the only thing I can comprehend is the pleasure that Marlon’s giving me. I moan and writhe under his ministrations, fully at his mercy.

When my orgasm subsides, he pulls up and grins at me, his mouth shiny with my juices. Before climbing up my body, he presses his lips against the inside of my thigh. Then, he kisses me hard, shoving his tongue into my mouth and forcing me to taste myself.

“I’ll never get tired of that,” he tells me before peppering kisses along my jaw.

“Me either,” I agree. As my senses start to return to me, I become aware of his hard cock pressing against my leg. “Do you want me to help you out?”

“You don’t have to do anything,” he murmurs against my neck. “All you have to do is lay there and look pretty.”

That’s all the warning I get before the head of his dick is pressing against my opening. He presses into me slowly, cognizant of how sensitive I still am from my orgasm. I whimper as I’m stretched out, pleasure rapidly pooling in my stomach once again.

“I love how wet you are,” he says as he continues pushing all the way in. “You’re always so responsive for me.”

“Of course I am,” I manage to say. “Only for you. Only ever for you.”

“That’s right,” he groans, pulling almost completely out of me before plunging back in. “You’re mine. All mine.”

“Yours,” I gasp, as he quickly works his way up to a bruising pace.

He growls, leaning down to press a kiss against my lips. I can barely respond, too overtaken by the sensation. This only seems to make Marlon’s efforts more enthusiastic.

He chases his orgasm with reckless abandon, angling his hips as he searches for my g-spot. Even before he hits it, I already feel my second climax of the morning approaching rapidly. Something about the way he seems wild with lust makes me tingly all over. Ever since we first started having sex, he’s made me feel like this.

“There!” I practically scream when he drives his cock against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of me.

With my confirmation of his aim, Marlon focuses his efforts against that place. Ever the gentleman, it’s clear that he wants me to get off again before he does. My toes curl at the thought.

After a few more minutes of unrelenting attention, my fingers curl in the bed sheets. My second climax of the day takes me over slowly. Each muscle in my body seizes up, and my pussy clenches around his cock as my eyes roll back in my head.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he murmurs, his lips against my cheek, his hot breath puffing over the sweat-slicked skin. “Show me how good I make you feel. Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Just listen to you.”

He keeps babbling, but I don’t hear the rest of it. All of his words run together, his speech slurring as he pumps me full of his seed. I’m so stuffed that I can hardly breathe, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Marlon’s hips stutter as he rides out the rest of his orgasm. I take over the kissing, pressing my lips against every part of him that I can reach. If he was capable of comprehending what I say, I’d tell him how much I love him, but I know that right now, his brain is too clouded by the climax he just experienced.

“What a wake-up call,” I say softly after a few seconds when the twitching of his hips stops.

“I thought you’d appreciate it,” he says, out of breath in a way that he never was before when he was still an athlete.

“I certainly did,” I reply, hissing as he pulls out of me. “I wouldn’t complain if you did that every morning.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he smirks, holding himself up above me.

“Is it working?” I ask, giggling when he kisses my nose.

“It might be,” he says, flopping over onto his back and pulling me on top of him.

“I’m not ready to get up yet,” I say, nestling into his chest.

“It’s a good thing we don’t have to do anything today, then,” he chuckles, petting my hair gently. “You know that I love you so much, right?”

“And I love you,” I say, wondering where the declaration came from.

“I just can’t believe I get to spend every day of my life with you,” he continues, still running his hands through my hair. “It still blows my mind that you agreed to come with me that day. I really thought that I’d asked too much and scared you away.”

“Honestly, I can’t believe I did it either,” I admit as I lean harder into his touch. “It’s the best thing I’ve ever done.”

“And you, are the best choice I’ve ever made.”

~The End

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