Page 99 of Lie to Me

“Relax, baby. I’m not stopping, just giving you what you need.”

I’m about to ask what that means but then he starts pulling my leggings down my legs and I let out a sigh of relief. He motions for me to move up the bed and I do as I’m told, scooting up so my head hits the pillow and my legs fall open as he positions himself between them.

“Been dying for a taste of you,” he mutters before leaning down and swiping his tongue across my center and circling it around my clit.

“Fucking delicious.”

A finger enters me as he devours my clit, my moans and whimpers filling the air as he continues his assault on me. He mutters to himself over and over, saying how good I taste and how much of a good little slut I am.

Pressure builds inside me, and I know I won’t last much longer.

“Please, Marco,” I whimper. “Please let me come.”

“Fuuuck,” he groans as he moves his mouth away from me, using his free hand to undo his pants and shoving them down a little before fisting his cock. I lick my lips and he gives me a cocky smirk.

“Not today, baby.”

I give him a playful pout and he shakes his head.

“You’re still recovering, so I won’t fuck you yet. But I will fucking devour you until you can’t even remember your own name before painting your skin with my cum and marking you as mine.”

I moan at the picture he paints in my mind.

“You don’t need to mark me. I’m already yours.”

“Oh, I know,” he chuckles, “but there’s nothing quite like the sight of you covered in me.”

He leans back down and starts feasting on me once more as his fingers work their way in and out of me. I can’t see his movements clearly, but the movement of his arm that I can see as he works his length is so damn erotic I almost come on the spot.

“So close,” I mutter as he hits my G-spot with his fingers, curving them so a burst of pleasure runs through me. All it takes is for him to trap my clit between his teeth, nibbling down on it to set me off.

I see stars as my eyes scrunch shut, my body rising off the bed as my hips tip up, chasing that feeling. All of my senses blur together in one as I feel the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. It’s not until I float back down to Earth that I feel the wetness covering my lower stomach and thighs.

“Messy little whore.” Marco chuckles as he looks down at his cum covering my body before retreating to the bathroom for a washcloth.

He cleans me up, refusing to let me move a muscle before climbing into bed beside me.

“It’s the middle of the day,” I grunt. “We should get up.”

“You’ve been in the hospital for months in that tiny, awful bed, so your gonna keep your ass right where it is and I’m gonna cuddle the fuck out of you, okay?” he mutters and pulls me to his chest.

“So, what’s next?” I ask.

“What do you mean?” he asks before placing a kiss into my hair.

“The threat is gone. We’re okay. So where do we go from here?”

He hums, his arms tightening around me. “Wherever the fuck we want, little warrior. I don’t care what happens so long as you’re by my side for the rest of eternity.”

“I love you, Marco,” I whisper. It’s the first time I’ve told him since we were in the cabin. It never quite felt right at the hospital, like the firstrealtime I said the words needed more meaning. It needed to be special, it needed to be us.

I look up at him and his softened eyes stare down at me in awe.

“I love you, Sloane. So fucking much.”

Epilogue

Marco

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