Page 95 of The Third Baseman

I ate her like she was my obsession. The harder I sucked on her clit, the firmer my fingers dug into her ass, because the more she squirmed. And then came those telltale signs I remembered so clearly… her thighs trembling, her stomach convulsing, her delicate hands fisting the sheets.

Call me selfish, but the first time she came was going to be on my dick, wringing every drop from me. We had all night, and I’d waited too long. Placing a soft kiss on her pussy, I rose up to find her chest heaving and covered with a sheen of sweat. Her skin was silky under my touch as I ran my hands over her curves, like I was upgrading my memory.

Then I was hovering over her, surrounding her with my body; her face turned and she nearly eviscerated me with the fire blazing in her eyes.

“Marn,” I propped myself on one hand, wiping away the hair stuck to her forehead. “Are you ready?”

“Yes…”

As gently as I could, I placed a kiss against her lips, already slightly swollen from our kissing. Shifting her knees, I hitched a leg over my hip, and lined myself up with her.

I tried to go slow, I tried to ease in so I could feel her taking every last inch of me, but I failed miserably.

In less than a second, I’d bottomed out.

In less than a second, I was home.

Her body shuddered beneath me, her pussy fluttered and her eyelids flickered. I thought I was having an out of body experience with the tightness at which she was gripping me; a velvet vice squeezing the life from me.

But it was the way she said my name which broke me from her spell, not quite whispering it, not quite speaking, but dripping in desperation.

“Juuupiter…”

I needed to hear it again.

My tongue tangled with hers, dancing together as I unlocked her hands from around my neck and gathered them into my fist.

“Can you taste yourself on me? Can you taste how much you’ve missed me?”

She replied with another gravelly moan.

Circling my hips, getting as deep as I could possibly go, I ground against her clit, setting off more contractions which had both our groans colliding and bouncing off the walls.

“Move… please, I can’t take this,” she rasped.

I let out a dark chuckle and obeyed her command.

Soon, rocking inside her wasn’t enough. From the way her back arched, I knew she needed more. Her nipples were impossibly tight, her chest flushed the deepest shade of pink, and the pair of us were sheened in sweat; our skin slicking together. We were both hurtling to the end faster than an eighteen-wheeler.

I didn’t want it to end, but I didn’t know how much longer I could go on for. Marnie Matthews had stripped me of staying power.

She was gasping for air, and I was the oxygen.

I shifted until I was caging her in with my arms, twisting her so she couldn’t move. I pulled out slowly then drove back into her with such force, her cry could have been heard over the loudest clap of thunder.

“Did you ever scream my name when your husband was fucking you? Did you ever think about me?” Her eyes flared, and I stopped moving. “I’m not letting you come until you tell me. Did you wish it was my dick sliding inside you… just… like… this.”

Her head fell back with a groan which shook my bones.

“Say it, Star,” I gritted out.

“Yes. Yes, I did.”

Once more I pulled out the full length of her, and drove back in with an almighty force which nearly burst my balls. “Let me hear it. Make it worth it.”

Another deep thrust.

“Jupiter! Fuck! FUCK… JUPITER!”

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