Page 36 of Pulling Heartstrings

BRONTE

Marcus’s mouth crushes to mine, and his tongue is greedy as it thrusts past my lips. The action intensifies the kiss, and my whole world shifts. I’m not sure we'll ever be able to go back to the way things were before this moment.

This kiss is the most pleasurable experience I’ve ever had in my life, and I don’t want it to stop. I grip the front of his shirt and kiss him back, letting him silently know what I’m feeling. This is passion. This is what I’ve always dreamed of. It’s all-consuming lust that can’t be stopped, or could it be more than that?

“Bronte.” Marcus groans my name against my mouth. “I’m going to kiss you here.” His finger slides through the seam of my sex to find my clit.

“Yes,” I breathe, wanting to feel that greedy tongue of his there too. I’m desperate to see how high he can take this overwhelming pleasure and passion.

"Wasn't asking."

I expect to see that sexy smirk of his, but it's not there now. Marcus’s expression is intense, and it makes my stomach flutter with excitement. I’ll never forget this or the way he’s looking at me. This one moment tells me so many things, and it’s being branded into my soul.

He grabs my dress and further bunches it around my waist as his fingers tug my panties all the way to the side. Marcus moves between my legs, and his wide shoulders part my thighs. When he’s settled there, he doesn’t tease me or take his time; instead, his mouth greedily covers my sex, and I gasp. He parts the folds of my sex with his fingers to spread me open. When he focuses on my clit, my eyes roll back.

My body tingles, and the pulse between my thighs becomes too intense. Everything is instantly overwhelming, and I reach down and grip his hair. I want to pull his mouth off of me, yet I keep lifting my hips to his face. The muscles in my legs tighten under the pressure, and it feels like they are threatening to give out. I’m writhing now, and whatever edge I’m at is so close but still out of my reach.

Marcus lifts his head, and then cool air fans across my sex. The pleasure that was right there is gone, and I snap my eyes open.

“No!” I scream, surprising myself.

“You need to stop fighting this, Bronte.” He licks his glistening lips.

“Please don’t tease me.”

“Tease you?” Marcus leans in and kisses my clit. The action causes my back to arch before he lifts his head again. “Do you have any idea how it’s been for me? For months, Bronte. This is how I’ve felt since meeting you.”

“No.” I shake my head back and forth. “That’s not possible.” A person couldn’t live this way.

“It is,” he says and then hums in pleasure. “But I’m not a cruel man.”

“Liar.” I wantonly lift my hips, silently begging him to keep going. My grip on his hair tightens, and I try pushing my sex against his mouth. What the heck has come over me?

“Not to you, teapot. If you would have given in to what we both wanted, I would have been eating out of your hand this whole time.” He licks his lips again. “And your pussy.”

I whimper at his words right before he covers my sex with his mouth. His hands go under me to lift my lower half off the floor, allowing him to reach as deep as he can go. He stiffens his tongue, and I feel it thrusting into me.

“Marcus.” I try to move my hips, but his hold is so tight. He’s in full control, and all I can do is lie there and take it.

He goes back to my clit, greedily sucking it into his mouth, and every inch of my body tightens. My legs shake, and I attempt to breathe, but it’s impossible. Marcus keeps me in place as my body spirals into pleasure, causing my sex to clench. Words come out of me, yet I struggle to comprehend them, or really anything at all. I’m lost in what he’s done to me until it feels like I’m completely spent and my body goes limp.

When lips touch my neck, my eyes flutter open.

“Oh my gosh,” I whisper.

"That's not what you were screaming a second ago." Marcus is smiling against my neck. I can feel it and even hear it in his voice.

"What did I say?" I ask hesitantly. I must have been out of my mind because I didn’t feel him move from between my legs and back up my body.

"You said, 'Holy fucking crap.'”

"No, I did not." I stare up at the ceiling, unable to remember anything but pure bliss.

I don't curse because I’m scared I might enjoy it too much. I’ve always made sure to never do it because Marcus isn't wrong. When I get worked up, I can go off. Even my grams used to tell me that I had a bit of a temper. She told me that I was as sweet as could be, until I wasn't.

Marcus touches my chin so I turn my head to look at him. “You did.” He kisses me before I can argue that he’s wrong.

I just did a lot of things that I’ve never done before, so maybe it’s possible a curse or two could have slipped out. Maybe.

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