Page 101 of The Devil Can Be Kind

A second later a finger pushed inside, and I gasped suddenly at the fulness. Another finger joined the first and my hips rocked in response, desperate to feel more of him.

He moved languidly, rubbing against my sensitive inner walls in a way that had my breathy moans filling the room all over again.

“You’re ready for me, aren’t you baby?” I could hear the roughness in his voice, and it made me even wetter.

His mouth found mine and I slipped my tongue between his lips, grinding against his fingers. He groaned but moved away, and I scowled impatiently as he got off the bed to retrieve something from his discarded trousers. He came back a moment later, slipping off his boxers and emptying the small square packet into his hand.

“Have you ever had sex without one?” I asked inquisitively, watching him put the condom on expertly.

“No.” He pulled his face in a half-smile when he saw me watching.

Two seconds later, Marco reappeared above me and positioned himself back between my thighs.

“Look at me,” Marco rasped.

I obeyed him immediately, looking up into his warm eyes.

When our gaze locked, he pushed himself inside me with a deliberate slowness.

My eyes fluttered shut and I tensed. I could feel my body burning as it stretched to accommodate his large length. He stopped halfway, allowing me to adjust for a second as my breath caught in my throat. When my eyes re-opened and met his once more, he pressed himself in all the way until I was so full I could barely breathe.

His face flushed and his eyes glazed above me in the most erotic display of arousal I had ever seen. A groan escaped him, and I felt myself clench around his cock in response. My own arousal becoming too much, just at the sight and feel of him.

“Your so fucking tight, Ada.” He gritted out.

He retreated slightly, only to drive his length back into me with increasing conviction a moment later. I whimpered and his lips came back to mine. His thrusts growing harder and faster as my body became increasingly pliable to his immense strength.

“Good girl,” he muttered when my insides relaxed, allowing him to thrust deeper.

The fact that Marco was a talker in bed was turning me on so much I couldn’t think straight.

My hips began meeting his, thrust for thrust as we moved in agonizing synchronicity. I moaned into his neck, gripped his hair and kissed whatever skin I could get to.

With that, his movements became rougher, his hips rushing into me with a force that had my insides trembling. I could feel the scorching, irresistible burn of orgasm starting to smolder at my nerves, and I ran my hands to his ass, pulling him into me even harder.

Just when I thought I was going to be engulfed by the fire, Marco retreated, flipping me onto my front and pulling me up onto all fours before slamming back into me. I choked on the fullness. His length filling me deeper than ever before.

Pleasure and pain consumed me, and my eyes rolled with the sensation. The scorching bliss of orgasm drew so close I was no longer in control of my body.

“Come for me, I want to feel it,” Marco demanded.

The possessiveness in his voice had me flying over the edge and I screamed as pleasure seared every nerve. I pulsed against him as my climax took over. My legs trembled. My body flushed violently.

I heard him suck in a breath and then a powerful growl erupted from him as he too reached his release.

We collapsed on the bed in a heap.

Our panting was the only noise filling the otherwise silent room.

I stared soundlessly at the heavy-lidded and exhausted man beside me as he laid on his back. His fingers trailing along my skin, drawing lazy patterns.

When he noticed me watching, a heavily tattooed arm encircled me gently and he pulled me against his chest. Holding me with surprising intimacy.

I didn’t resist and laid my cheek against his bare skin, hearing his heart beating steadily beneath me.

I wish I could stay in this moment forever.

We stayed like that for what seemed like hours. Until his breaths had grown even and deep.

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