Page 93 of The Devil Can Be Kind

He pulled away to rake his eyes over my body as I stood before him in nothing but a strappy black thong and my favorite Louboutin stilettos. He growled out a “fuck” before slamming himself into me once more.

Capturing my lips roughly with his, one hand gripping my breast, a ‘mmm’ noise escaped his throat as his fingers pulled at my nipple and I let out a quiet moan when his fingers were replaced with his tongue.

His hands skimming the backs of my thighs was the only warning I got before I was lifted onto the couch that ran along the side of the office, the scarlet material soft and smooth against my heated skin.

Marco kneeled at the very edge of the sofa and gripped my thighs, jerking me toward him until he was situated directly between my legs. Anxiety kicked in as his gaze fellthere. I could tell by the tension in his features that he could see just how turned on I was. That he could see just howwethis touch made me.

I would have been embarrassed by my vulnerability if I wasn’t so insanely turned on.

Marco descended on me, sucking on my skin just a millimeter above the line of my thong. His fingers slipped under the thin straps at my hips and he swiftly pulled the material down my legs. A jolt went through me as cool air caressed my newly exposed skin.

Anticipation thundered in my ears as his arms wound their way around the backs of my thighs, holding me in place with absolution. A moan tore from my throat the moment his tongue swirled against my sensitive skin for the first time.

A sound of satisfaction reverberated deep in his chest as he began lapping at my throbbing bud and licking me in places I ached to feel his touch. A violent shudder of pleasure trickled down my spine and my hips rolled of their own accord. His grip on my thighs held fast though, trapping my skin against him.

Marco’s eyes met mine erotically as his tongue circled my entrance teasingly.

When his tongue plunged inside an embarrassingly loud moan escaped my gritted teeth.

He pulled away an inch, his raspy voice breaking through my heavy breathing as he muttered, “You taste so fucking sweet.”

Pleasure and embarrassment consumed me in equal parts a moment, before his face descended again, and his tongue pushed back inside. Shoving away the remainder of my unease.

After a few moments I felt a gratifying burn as a finger replaced his tongue. His attention turning to my bud once again, sucking on it gently while his finger pumped in and out in a slow but intoxicating rhythm. After a few more pumps he slipped another finger inside and I suddenly felt full of him.

“Yes.” I sighed and he groaned, picking up the pace.

“You’re so tight, Ada.” He bit down lightly on my thigh. His other arm cupped my breast and squeezed.

The release was so close now I could feel it burning, begging for release inside me. The pressure in the bottom of my stomach became unbearable, the heat driving me to the brink of insanity with Marco as my only antidote.

I couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Please,” I begged, my voice coming out breathy and weak.

“Please, what Ada?” I felt his breath against my skin as he spoke.

“Pleasemake me come, Marco.”

With that, his fingers dove into me harder and faster. His tongue lapping at my slit relentlessly and I screamed as a wave of pulsating ecstasy washed over me.

My thighs trembled and darkness temporarily clouded my vision.

My body flushed and then cooled as his fingers moved languidly, drawing out the climax until my body eventually calmed and stilled.

I sighed, enjoying the come down.

The first time any man had made me orgasm and Marco had been the one to do it. But the moment his fingers left me, my euphoria was quickly replaced with piercing uncertainty.

He rose to his feet. His half-lidded eyes slicing to mine with a carnal arousal burning in his irises. Without breaking eye contact, he brought his moistened fingers to his lips and sucked them into his mouth to taste me.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment, the salaciousness of the act catching me off-guard.

With a wicked grin adorning his face, he offered his hands out to me help me sit up. The bulge in his trousers was as unmistakable as the scent of sex that clung to the air.

My eyes flicked between him and his bulging crotch. I bit my lip, not exactly sure what to do.Do I just grab it?

He let out a dark chuckle and pulled me to my feet.

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