Page 48 of Levi

“I—you can’t tell me that this didn’t hurt. I mean, look at these marks,” I say, grabbing her hand and walking us both into the bathroom so she can see her marred skin in the mirror.

Only, when she looks at them, she isn’t angry like I expected. She admires them. Staring down at them, her fingers run along the red marks, tracing the outline of my fingers with a satisfied smile, and I’m confused.

Making eye contact with me in the mirror, she smiles before looking back down at the fingerprints. “You are the only person who actually gives a damn about what I like, about things that make me happy. Please don’t go and fuck that up by having a conscience about choking me.”

“But…the marks. That’s way too hard,” I tell her, trying to listen to what she’s telling me, but I’m having a hard time believing it.

Logically, I know Quinn likes things a little rougher. She’s adventurous in and out of the bedroom—something we have in common. But for some reason, the thought of seeing my marks on her, on someone I care about, feels wrong, but only because I hate how much I like seeing them. I hate how much those marks show me she trusts me.

“I can mark you up too, if that would make you happier? Let the world see you're taken, show everyone just how well taken care of you could be.”

What is she saying?

“How would you do that?” I rasp, watching her in the mirror as she looks back at me, dazed from her orgasm. The look on her face is so beautiful, and I want to make it my duty to ensure she starts every day with an orgasm.

She looks happy, and sexy, and fuck, it doesn't matter that I just came because hearing her talk to me like this and all the promise behind her words, it turns me on all over again.

“I'd probably start with your dick buried inside of me, my legs on your shoulders as you pounded my cunt. I'd claw, suck, bite, and lick everything I could until we’re both seeing stars, but you wouldn't be done yet.”

“Oh?” I force out, my hands flexing at my sides as I try my best not to touch her—not yet. “Then what?”

“Greedy boy.” She tsks. “But I'll allow it. After that, you'd fuck me behind. Throw me on my hands and knees and wrap your hand around this pretty braid of mine as you fucked me senseless—filling me with your cum until we both collapse.”

“Is that what you want?”

“You fucking me?”

“Me filling you with my cum,” I say, trying not to let it show how much I liked that idea. How much the thought of fucking her bare and filling her with my cum turns me on. Goddammit, I'm hard again.

“I mean, I—uh. I don't know…yes?” she says nervously. Spinning her around, I lift her up until her ass is on my counter and step between her legs, my cock bouncing between us, brushing against her clit as I move.

“Is this what you want, Angel? You want to feel me bare?”

Her eyes widen, and she nods before biting her lower lip, a sign I recognize as meaning she's turned on.

Grabbing my cock, I run it between her core, coating myself in her wetness as I watch her. “Say it, Q. We both know I'm not doing anything, especially not this, without you using your words.”

“Yes, Levi. I want to feel you bare. I want you to fuck me, with nothing between us,” she says as I slide all the way in on that last word, turning it into a scream as I sit inside her.

“Fuck,” she groans out.

“You're so fucking tight,” I rasp.

“You're so fucking big,” she bites back, but quickly it turns into a moan as I slide out just a little, before moving right back in.

“Are you complaining?”

“Only that you're not doing step one right,” she teases.

Moving my hands to her thighs, I lift her up, keeping my cock deep inside of her as I walk us back to my bedroom. Crawling over my bed, I set her down on my pillow before leaning back on my heels. Grabbing both of her legs, I toss them over my shoulders before slowly sliding out and back in, getting even deeper now.

“Is that better?” I say, picking up the pace a bit as I adjust her ass so I can hit the perfect angle, and the way her eyes roll back tells me I’m dead on.

“Mmhmm,” she moans, her eyes fluttering as I pound into her, her nails digging down my chest as she cries out. “Your bare cock feels so fucking good inside of me.”

Her words hit me. We’re really doing this. Raw, unprotected sex without a care in the world, and I wouldn’t change a fucking thing. In fact, I might be addicted to the feeling of being inside of her without a condom. We may never be able to go back.

She's so fucking beautiful like this. Uninhibited, untamed, and completely irresistible. It makes me want to do this over and over again, and I'm just scared I'll lose it when it all inevitably ends.

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