Page 122 of The Devil Can Be Kind

“What do you have in mind, Ada?” His voice was all sin and sex.

I didn’t have the courage to voice what I had in mind. My own inexperience constricting my throat and immobilizing my tongue. Instead of saying the words, I pushed gently on his shoulder. Understanding my unspoken meaning, he rolled onto his back, allowing me to straddle his hips as our gaze locked with punishing intensity.

Feeling myself beginning to crumble under the scrutiny of his gaze and the nervousness of what I was about to do, I tucked my head into his neck and started trailing kisses down to his collar bone. My fingers worked to unbutton his black dress shirt, revealing a sliver of hard chest and defined stomach. My lipsfollowed the path of my hands downward, until they ran out of skin and found his belt buckle instead.

Without allowing myself even a second to think about what I was doing, I pulled the leather loose and began working on the clasp of his trousers. I felt him tense beneath me, his muscles growing still.

My hands shook with uncertainty as I strained the material down to his thighs revealing his erection, thick and hard as it stretched against his grey boxers.

God, I want to please this man.

I licked my lips and rubbed against the fabric. I could feel his barely contained desire. The warmth of his arousal.

“Take it out.” Marco ordered.

I didn’t take it as a harsh command though, my body very much liking his roughness…It knew it meant he was struggling to stay in control of himself.

I pulled his briefs down and wrapped my hand around his length. Marco immediately hissed at the contact, and it spurred me on.

His skin was surprisingly soft, almost velvet like, yet hard and hot all at the same time.

My mouth watered, and I tentatively reached my tongue out and flicked it against the tip. Feeling him grow instantly harder in my hand, I guided my tongue over him. Licking him from the base to the tip.

I looked up at him and his half-lidded eyes told me he was enjoying it. Satisfied I was doing it right, I decided to take the next step.

Still meeting his eyes, I took as much of him into my mouth as I could and sucked. Hard.

“Fuck.” He groaned, his eyes closing and his breath catching on his curse.

Seeing the pleasure erupt on his face, I pushed him in further and my eyes watered as his head hit the back of my throat. He still wasn’t all the way in though, so I moved him out a few inches, only to push more of him in again. Once, twice. Over and over. His soft grunts grew into pants with each motion, his hand curling into my hair.

After a few more sucks, Marco pushed me away gently and pulled himself out.

“You got to stop.” Marco growled.

Anxiety flooded my system.Did I do something wrong?

“Why?”

“Because I can’t fuck you if I come right now,” he said gruffly, meeting me with hazy, lust filled eyes.

“Oh.” A tentative, triumphant smile stretched across my face.

He was going to come.That thought brought with it a wave of satisfaction.

I kissed my way back up his body and found his lips. The second I reached them his hands delved into my shorts, yanking down the black nylon and the panties I was wearing. I stood a moment to slide them off, while he pulled the rest of his clothes off simultaneously.

Free from the remainder of our clothes, I straddled his hips once again and ground down on him. I groaned when I felt him slide into me. He was so large and warm, filling me to the brim until I couldn’t think anything or breathe anything butMarco. He let out a hiss as I began moving against him, controlling the rhythm and pushing him deeper with each languid roll of the hips.

One of his rough hands found their way to my breast, squeezing and palming at the skin while the other rubbed at the sensitive spot between my thighs. I sighed with pleasure, letting my head fall back as I became lost in his touch.

The second my sighs turned into whimpers, Marco’s restraint seemed to snap.

Quicker than I thought possible, he rolled us so I was once again on my back beneath him. He slammed into me causing punishing pleasure to erupt in my lower stomach. He pumped into mehard. His torturous tempo turning the white-hot friction of our skin into sparks of sizzling fire.

“That’s right. Come for me baby. I want to feel it.” Marco commanded.

A moan erupted from deep in my chest and I came undone in his arms. My nails dug into his back as my body began writhing and flushing against him.

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