Page 39 of Marking Micah

She came again, just as hard, with a long growl.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!”

“Again,” he demanded, this time leaning down to suck her nipple into his mouth, biting it as he thrust his fingers inside her and pumping against her g-spot.

She came. She squirted. It was all one thing, so powerful everything went black for a moment.

“Ah, fuck, Arrow!”

“Yeah, baby. I am gonna fuck you now. Hold on.”

She lay there panting, and a few seconds later he held a bottle of water to her lips.

“Drink.”

She did, swallowing a few sips before he felt she’d had enough. Then he was back, kneeling between her spread thighs.

He bent to murmur against her cheek, “I am gonna fuck you so damn hard. Another time it can be romantic. It can include some real kink. But right now I just need you so damn badly, I’mgonna explode if I don’t get my cock inside your sweet, hot pussy right this second, darlin’.”

She wrapped her arms around his wide back. “Yes. Just do it. Please.”

He held her thighs wider with his hands, taking total command of her body, his fingers biting into her flesh as he nudged at her opening with the head of his cock. She held her breath as he paused there, then it all came out in awhooshas he thrust hard and deep.

“God, yes!” she cried out, loving the feeling of being so full. Loving knowing it was his cock inside her.

She buried her face into his shoulder as he gathered her in his arms, holding her to him tightly as he slung his hips back and thrust again.

“Lord, you feel so damn fine, girl,” he gasped. “Just have to fuck you… fuck you hard.”

“Please,” she begged as she clung to him.

As he plunged into her once more, she groaned. Then again as he bucked his hips, his cock driving deep, so deep it almost hurt. But it felt so damn good she didn’t care, welcomed the little bit of pain. It was a language they both understood.

When he began a rough, punishing pace she bit into his shoulder, and he let out a primal growl that sent shivers through her. He kept fucking her, harder and harder, his hands grabbing her ass, his nails digging into her flesh, bruising the marks he’d left there the night before. And she loved every moment of it. Loved every sensation. Pleasure and pain, and more pleasure.

“Need to come,” she told him, barely able to catch her gasping breath.

“Yes. Do it. Give me your cum. Give it to me.”

His words released her climax, and she shook all over, crying out as pleasure poured through her, shivering through her pussy, her belly, her breasts, reverberating in her limbs.

“Ahhhh, god!”

“Yes, baby. Yes!” he cried as his body went stiff, and his cock pulsed inside her as he came. “Fuck, yeah, honey…”

He kept pumping into her, their bodies close together, his strong chest pressing against her breasts. Then he collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in short, sharp pants.

Her head and her body were buzzing with spent desire. With the dreamy realization that this wasArrow. That it was the best sex she’d ever had in her life.

That he’d made her come three times in a row! Or was it four?

It hardly mattered. Her body and her heart—and her soul, for fuck’s sake—were warm and sated, cozy in a way she’d never felt in her life.

If I were a teenager I’d be doodling his name on my binder.

She let out a quiet giggle.

“Oh, it’s funny, is it?” he asked, his voice still deep and full of gravel.

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