Page 26 of Made For Ruin

A low growl rumbles in Marcus’s chest and then he’s spreading me open with his thumbs, exposing my most intimate parts to his hungry gaze.

“Look at you,” he murmurs appreciatively. “So pretty and pink. I bet you taste like heaven.”

Before I can even process his words, he lowers his head and flicks his tongue over my clit.

I cry out at the foreign sensation, my hips bucking up involuntarily. But Marcus just hums in approval and does it again.

“Don’t fight it, baby,” Marcus murmurs against my sex. “Let this pussy clench for me.”

His tongue swirls around my clit again, and my thighs tremble, my hands fisting in the sheets.

It’s almost too much, the intensity of what he’s making me feel. I’ve never experienced anything like this before.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Grind on my face. Use my mouth to make yourself feel good.”

I rock my hips, gasping as his tongue drags through my slit. The rough stubble on his jaw scrapes deliciously against my inner thighs and I do it again, harder this time.

“Fuck, just like that,” Marcus groans. The vibrations send sparks of pleasure zinging through me. “Don’t hold back. I want you to come all over my tongue.”

His filthy words spur me on, and I give myself over to the sensations, rolling my hips in earnest now, chasing the release I’ve always been denied. Marcus matches my rhythm, his lips and tongue working me mercilessly, driving me higher and higher until I’m balanced on a razor’s edge, my entire body pulled taut.

“Marcus,” I pant, my voice high and needy. “I’m going to?—”

“Let go,” he commands, thrusting his tongue inside me. “Come for me, Lainey. Now.”

And just like that, I shatter.

My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, intense and all-consuming. I cry out as I pulse around his tongue, my back arching off the bed, fingernails digging crescents into his shoulders. Wave after wave of ecstasy rolls through me, leaving me boneless and trembling in its wake.

Marcus works me through it, his touch gentling as I slowly float back down. He presses soft kisses to my inner thighs, my hips, my stomach, each one a soothing balm on my electrified skin.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, crawling up my body to hover over me. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

I blink up at him dazedly, my brain still foggy with pleasure. “Really?”

“Really,” he confirms, nuzzling into my neck. “From the moment I first saw you, I knew I had to have you. Had to taste you.”

He punctuates his words with a nip to my throat, and desire throbs through me anew, my over-sensitized flesh clenching around nothing.

“Please,” I whimper, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer. I can feel the thick ridge of his erection pressing insistently against my thigh, and I want nothing more than to have him inside me. “I need you.”

Marcus groans, rocking his hips into mine, the thick length of him sliding through my slickness.

“I need you too, Lainey. So fucking much. Can I fuck you bare, baby? I want to feel all of you tonight. And I don’t want anything between us.”

“Yes, you can fuck me bare, Marcus. I want to feel you.”

He captures my lips in a searing kiss as he reaches between us, positioning himself at my entrance. I tense instinctively, my body unused to the intrusion, but Marcus just strokes my hair, murmuring soothingly against my mouth.

“Relax, baby. It may hurt for just a second, but then it’s going to feel amazing. I promise.”

I force myself to exhale, willing my muscles to unclench.

Marcus pushes forward slowly, the blunt head of his cock stretching me open inch by delicious inch. There’s a brief flashof discomfort as he breaches my barrier, but it’s quickly replaced by a feeling of fullness, of rightness, as he sinks deep.

“Oh my gosh,” I whimper, my nails digging into his shoulders.

I’ve never felt so full, so complete. It’s overwhelming in the best possible way.

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