Page 25 of Lie to Me

“I saidsit, not fucking hover. Now hold on to the headboard and ride my face while I suffocate beneath you,” he grunts, and my body trembles in anticipation.

This man.

He has no freaking idea how much he affects me.

I tentatively lower myself down until half of my weight is resting on him. Apparently, that isn’t good enough because he grabs my hips and forces me down until my weight blankets his face and he digs in. He groans as he buries his face in my arousal before licking, sucking, and nipping at my clit just the way I like it. Marco’s perfected the art of making me come. Before him, the guys I was with would go down on me with half-assed efforts and it would take me forever to get there. Not with Marco. No, he studied my reactions to every little thing he did until he knew exactly what I liked.

It isn’t long before I’m a trembling mess above him, clutching onto the headboard for dear life while he grips my hips in an effort to keep me in place while I find my release. My gasps and moans fill the otherwise silent room until I somehow find the energy to shift away from him and flop down beside him, fighting to catch my breath.

“Holy shit,” Marco groans as he stares at me. “That was so fucking hot.”

From anyone else, I’d have thought they were just saying that, but I know Marco never says things he doesn’t mean. Besides, his dick resting on his stomach in a pool of pre-cum is evidence enough. I lick my lips as I stare down at his hard length before shuffling myself so I’m between his legs.

Marco stares down at me with lust filled eyes as I take his cock in my hand and swipe my thumb across his head. One thing about Marco Romano? He has abeautifuldick. It’s long and thick, yet not so big that it hurts. I lean down and take him to the back of my throat without preamble. Marco may have learned how I like things, but so have I, and I know he doesn’t like taking things slow. He doesn’t like a tease. He likes me to be a good little cock slut and choke on his dick rather than take my time torturing him.

His groans only spur me on as I bob up and down, continuing to take him deep in my throat and swallowing when I feel the urge to gag. Tears stream down my face as I continue to take him deeper and faster. His cock swells as though he’s about to come, but he grabs my arms and pulls me away from him as he pants. His eyes are half lidded as he stares at me, before manhandling me until I’m on my hands and knees with him behind me.

“That was fucking amazing, baby,” he rasps in my ear as he leans over me and guides his cock to my entrance. “But I’ll be damned if I come anywhere other than your pussy tonight.” He grunts as he enters me in one quick thrust, making me cry out.

“God, you feel fucking amazing,” he mutters before I see his arm move in my periphery and feel a sharp burst of pain on my ass.

The asshole just spanked me.

I gasp as he does it again. This time the pain quickly changes to pleasure and I let out a long sounding moan. His dark chuckle makes me clench around him before he continues.

“Such a pretty little cock slut,” he coos. “Your cunt is sucking me in every time my hand lands on your ass. You look so good with my marks on you, baby,” he grunts.

“Who do you belong to, little warrior?” he asks. His hands grab my hips as he continues to pummel into me, his soft grunts filling the air as I bury my face into the bed.

“Who?” he demands and quickens his pace.

“Y-you,” I stutter, my voice barely audible.

His hand finds my hair and he wraps it around his fist before pulling me up and arching my back. His other arm wraps around my waist to keep me in place as he continues to fuck me with sharp thrusts.

“And what are you, baby?”

I whimper as his hand crawls down my stomach and finds my clit.

“I’m yours.”

His mouth finds the shell of my ear and he whispers, “My what?” before his teeth clamp around my ear lobe.

The sensations are too much. Between his punishing rhythm, his thumb circling my clit, and his teeth on my ear, I’m teetering on the edge.

“I’m your little whore,” I choke out before finally falling over the edge. My vision goes white as I let out a hoarse shout, my body trembling through my orgasm before turning lax. Marco keeps me in place, his movements slowing as he finds his release before he gently lays me down. I roll onto my side and watch as he saunters into the bathroom, only to come back in a moment later with a wet cloth and wipes me clean.

“I’m capable of doing it myself, you know,” I mutter.

“I’ll always take care of you, baby,” he whispers, bringing a smile to my face.

Marco climbs in beside me, and I waste no time at all scooting closer and resting my head on his chest. His leg hooks around mine, pulling me even tighter into his embrace before placing a kiss to the top of my head.

“I wish it could always be like this,” I sigh, burying my head in his chest.

“So do I, little warrior,” he whispers and squeezes my hip. “I hope one day it will be, but while your father is the head of his organization…” He trails off and I know what he means.

Marco has told me that his father would probably come to accept me with time. But we both know mine never would, he’d definitely use it as an excuse to start a war. Marco’s dad would then have no choice but to retaliate. There’s too much risk. There would be a chance that the people we love could get hurt and even killed, and we can’t let someone we care about die just because we want to live our lives out in the open.

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