Marcus stills once he’s fully seated, giving me a moment to adjust.
“You’re doing so good, sweetheart. Taking me so well. You feel incredible.”
I can only moan in response, lost to the new sensations bombarding my body. Every nerve ending feels electrified like I might fly apart at the seams.
Slowly, Marcus starts to move, withdrawing almost completely before sliding back in, setting a steady rhythm that has me seeing stars. I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles at the small of his back, needing him deeper, harder, more.
“Fuck, Lainey,” Marcus grits out. His thrusts are more forceful now, the slap of skin on skin echoing obscenely through the room. “So tight. So perfect.”
My head thrashes on the pillow as he pounds into me, hitting places I didn’t even know existed. It’s raw and primal and everything I never knew I needed. I feel owned, claimed, like he’s branding me from the inside out.
As Marcus picks up the pace, I find myself marveling at the sheer insanity of the situation.
I’m in bed with Marcus Ruins, my ex-boyfriend’s dad, a man nearly twice my age. He’s inside me, moving over me, making me feel things I never knew were possible.
It’s wrong on so many levels, and yet it feels more right than anything I’ve ever done.
“Look at me,” Marcus commands, his voice rough with exertion. “Keep your eyes on me.”
I obey, locking my gaze with his, and the intensity in his amber eyes steals my breath.
He’s not just fucking my body, he’s pounding into my very soul, branding himself on my heart. In this moment, I’m his completely.
“You’re mine,” he growls, punctuating each word with deep thrusts. “Say it, Lainey. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp out, the words ripped from my throat. “Only yours, Marcus. ”
Something fierce and possessive flares in his eyes at my declaration. His hand snakes between our sweat-slicked bodies, finding my clit and rubbing in tight, focused circles. I keen at the added stimulation, my inner muscles fluttering around his pistoning length.
His words, his touch, it’s all too much.
The coil in my belly winds tighter and tighter, my pleasure cresting to an impossible peak. Marcus seems to sense how close I am because he redoubles his efforts, his hips snapping against mine in a relentless rhythm.
“Come for me, Lainey,” he demands, his voice strained with his own impending release. “I want to feel you come apart on my cock.”
It’s all the permission I need.
With a shattered cry, I let go, my orgasm slamming into me with the force of a freight train. I convulse around him, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over me, dragging me under.
Through the haze of my climax, I feel Marcus swell inside me, his thrusts becoming erratic. He buries himself to the hilt with a guttural groan, his cock pulsing as he empties himself deep inside me.
The feel of his hot seed flooding my womb prolongs my own pleasure, aftershocks rippling through me until we’re both spent and trembling.
Marcus collapses on top of me, his weight a welcome anchor as I float back down to earth. We lay there for a long moment, chests heaving, hearts pounding in sync.
Eventually, he rolls to the side, pulling me with him so we’re face to face, our limbs still entwined.
“That was...” I trail off, struggling to find a word that adequately describes the magnitude of what just transpired between us.
“Incredible,” Marcus finishes for me, brushing a sweaty strand of hair off my forehead. “You’re incredible, Lainey.”
I duck my head, suddenly shy under the intensity of his gaze. “I didn’t really do anything.”
“Are you kidding?” He tips my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes. There’s a tenderness there that takes my breath away, a vulnerability I’ve never seen in him before. “You trusted me. You gave yourself to me completely. That’s everything.”
“I’m the one who should be thanking you,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion. “For being so patient, so gentle. For making my first time...perfect.”
“You deserve nothing less, sweetheart. I’m just glad I could be the one to give it to you.”