Page 57 of Hot Shot

I cry out, body arching and going into a spasm, digging my heels into the mattress, pressing up into Marco’s mouth. My body floods with wetness, hot pleasure sliding through me, radiating from my core to my fingertips and toes.

“Jesus,” Marco mutters against my pussy, still giving me little licks and sucks, drawing out every last quiver of delight until I lay limp.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” I mumble, unable to move enough to even raise my eyelids. My chest heaves, heart racing. “You’re so good at that.”

I feel his smile against my inner thigh. “I could eat you all night, baby.”

“But I need you inside me.”

“Oh hell yeah. I have to fuck you.”

He stands and I drag heavy eyelids open to watch him as he unfastens his pants. Before dropping them, he reaches into a pocket and pulls out several small packets. Condoms. Yay.

He steps out of his pants, leaving him gorgeously naked, all tanned brown skin and sleek muscles, the skin at his hips and thighs paler. My gaze lingers on a puckered area of skin on his left thigh, a scar of some sort, then moves to follow the motions of his hands, ripping open a condom then rolling it onto his erect cock.

Wow. Just . . . wow. “The name is appropriate,” I manage to choke out.

He looks up and gives me a slow smile. “You doubted it?”

“I thought maybe you were a little . . . overly confident.”

He kneels on the mattress and reaches for my waist, picking me up and depositing me in the middle of the bed. His strength makes my heart tilt.

He moves up beside me and slides an arm beneath my shoulders, his other hand cupping my breast while he kisses me, over and over, long kisses with lush licks of his tongue against mine. I melt into the mattress, overwhelmed with the scent of his skin, the taste of his mouth, and the heat of his body pressed against mine.

He squeezes my breast, massaging it, and it feels so good. His big thigh slides between mine and I use him to assuage the ache, rubbing against him, loving the feel of his big muscles and hair-roughened skin.

“Rub that hot pussy against me,” Marco rasps. “That feel good, baby?”

“Uh . . .” is all I can get out.

We rock together as we kiss more, then Marco shifts to kiss my breast and pulls my nipple into his mouth in a long, decadent tug. He lifts his gaze to mine as he sucks, and fire burns through my veins and traces a path from nipple to pussy. Dazed, I lift my hand to touch his face, brushing over the stubble on his jaw, stroking the soft skin of his neck.

He lifts my leg and presses it up, lining up his cock at my entrance, and then he pushes inside, slowly, stretching me. I gasp at the feel of him invading tender tissues, filling me with a sweet, heavy ecstasy. His mouth claims mine again, swallowing my soft cries as he slides deeper and deeper inside me. He pulls back, just a breath between us, and holds my gaze as our bodies pulse together.

“Gonna give it to you hard, baby. You want it?’

“Yes. God yes.” My entire body vibrates with need.

My heart races and my skin tingles everywhere at this amazing connection between us, the way we fit so perfectly. I caress his jaw again and he slips a hand between us to rub my clit. A soft whimper slides from my lips and I let myself fall flat on the bed again, his hand fisted in my hair while he stimulates me. Nerve endings jump and pleasure torches my body. I writhe with pleasure, his mouth grazing over my cheek, my jaw, the side of my neck, sensation spiraling inside me with breathtaking sweetness.

Marco rolls me to my side, still inside me, his hand on my lower belly pulling my ass tight to his groin. The crisp hairs there press against my skin. His other arm bands around my upper chest, holding me firmly against him as he thrusts in and out in hard strokes. He kisses my neck, his breath hot, pumping into me. My body burns with pure erotic delight.

I ease myself to my back again, turning my face to his. His hand tightens in my hair as we stare into each other’s eyes, the connection intense and intimate as he moves inside my body. I reach for my clit, needing to be touched there, soft cries falling from my lips. He shifts to suck my nipples, flames singeing my body with more pleasure, almost too much to take. Once more he pulls me to my side, this time to face him, my leg over his hip, an arm around my back, his other hand on my ass. I set my fingertips on his cheek as he pumps into me, drawing me down to his muscled chest. The bed bounces as our movements become harder, faster, desperate.

Then I’m flat on my back and Marco is on top, on his knees, pushing my thigh up and back, driving into me. His eyes blaze as he stares down at me. “Touch yourself,” he groans. “I’m close . . .”

I whimper and find my clit again, slicking over it in tight circles, the feel of his cock sliding over nerve endings inside me combining with sensation from my own touch. My stomach contracts and white-hot sparks shimmer through my veins as I soar up and up, higher and higher, sensation cresting with sharp, shocking ecstasy.

“Oh yeah, fuck yeah,” he growls, his hips powering against me, and then he lowers himself to press his mouth to mine in a long kiss as he goes still. My pussy pulses with my own orgasm, contracting around him. “Fuck yeah.”

He moves his mouth to press his rough cheek against mine, his breathing ragged and warm against my skin. His heart thuds against me, and mine races equally fast as my body quivers and my inner walls twitch in tiny aftershocks. I kiss his shoulder and hold on to the big muscles of his back.

“Holy hell,” he finally says, shifting to the side, but remaining firmly lodged inside me. His big hands adjust my position against him. “That was epic.”

I drag air into my lungs and let it out slowly, trying to get my breath back. “Yeah, I guess that was an okay romp.”

His arms squeeze me and I hide my smile against him. I’m shockingly limp and confused by what just happened, the most intense, erotic, intimate experience I’ve ever had. No man has ever talked to me like that, touched me like that, stared into my eyes like that while he fucked me, as if he wanted to make sure I knew who I was with and how much he wanted me. I’ve never felt so fiercely needed, and yet he was so generous and caring, taking everything . . . but giving me just as much.

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