Page 11 of Relentless Refuge

“I play for keeps.” His other hand joins his first, pulling me against him harder. “You’re so beautiful, so stunning, and I have never met a woman who uses her pistol the way you do.”

I find myself blinking furiously, biting my lip, squirming uncomfortably. This is it. He’s going to kiss me and I can’t resist him. But I don’t want to resist him. I want this. And it feels wrong. I shouldn’t want this, should I? To bed him even though I don’t know him… I will eventually know everything about him, but this?

“I’m going to kiss you now, and you’re going to kiss me back.”

“But I…” I push on his chest, protesting but not really. I just don’t know what I’m doing. I’m embarrassed. What if I’m no good at it?

“I’ll teach you.”

Before I can stop him, his lips are on mine, moving and sliding across mine. I open my mouth and let his tongue search me, tangling my tongue with his. He tastes like whiskey and cigars, and my head swims delightfully with a heady sensation. My body, once rigid and stiff, melts against him as he guides me backward. I don’t know where we’re going and I don’t care. He can take me anywhere he wants.

We end up against the wall in a frenzy. His hands roam my body, touching me everywhere—up my thighs, under my shirt, cupping and squeezing my breasts through my bra—which he eventually rips off. He groans into the kiss as he feels my hardened nipples pressing against his chest. His fingers trace patterns on my stomach, and then they’re under my skirt, sliding upward, and then I feel them tease at the edge of my panties. My thoughts blur as he pushes them down.

I don't know where to put my hands or how to touch him. This is so new to me, but my body wants it. My groin is on fire, burning and aching to be touched.

To be filled. He breaks the kiss and whispers in my ear, “Sit on the desk.”

I do as I’m told, my legs closed, trying to hide my wetness from him. He watches me, a predator eyeing his prey. I feel exposed, vulnerable. Wearing only my skirt, with my panties on the floor, I watch as he strips his shirt off, then undoes his belt buckle. As he slides his slacks down, his cock springs upward, standing erect. He's huge—or maybe he's not. I've never seen a dick in real life, only in pornography I managed to sneak into my room when my father didn't know. What I do know is I'm embarrassed. My folds drip with so much liquid, I think I've pissed myself, but my legs shake in want.

Then his strong hands part them, and I let out a small gasp, biting my lip again as he finds my clit with his fingers. His hand is rough and callused from hours of handling his gun, but it feels good. What's even better is the way he looks me dead in the eye as he does it, growling and gripping my thigh.

"Have you ever had a man make you come?" he asks, and I shake my head no, fighting a whimper of pleasure. "Have you ever had a man lick you from hole to hole?"

"Ahh…" I arch my back as his fingers press against my entrance, teasing me. "No," I moan, wishing he'd penetrate me but not wanting the exquisite torture of being teased to end.

"Spread your legs wider. Let me see your delicious pussy." Marco's eyes drink me in as he speaks, and I obey him.

This doesn't feel at all like I thought it would. I expected to feel like I was performing a task, not this way. My body is on fire for him, screaming for him to pleasure me, and my nipples are so hard they could cut glass, yet he doesn't pay them any attention. He has other things on his mind, which he proves by lowering himself to his knees.

"Yeah, baby, that's it…" he whispers as he finds my entrance with his tongue. I cry out as he tentatively licks me—gently, teasingly, exploring every crevice and fold of my sex. I've never felt anything like this before, and every inch of my body tingles in anticipation.

He nips at my clit, and I cry out louder, bucking against his face. The sensation is overwhelming, pleasurable and painful. His tongue slides into me slowly, causing my body to clench instinctively. I shudder and jolt. The sensations are overwhelming and powerful, consuming every thought I have. I grip the edge of his desk hard as he slides a single finger into me, enough to make me squeal for more, but not enough to get me off.

"Shit… please… I need more."

"Mmm," he moans against my core, and I arch my back, hoping to make him go deeper, to put more fingers into me, but he pulls away slowly and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "I'm going to be nice because it's your first time."

I have no clue what he means by that and I don't care. I reach for his hips, pulling his dick closer to my center. "Oh, God… I want to come so badly."

He chuckles and nestles between my thighs. "Relax," he murmurs, and I try, but the head of his cock pushes into me and I hiss and gasp. He's massive, and it hurts. His hands on my hips steady me as he pushes in further, inching inside me.

"I'll stop if you need to," he says, his gaze locked onto mine. I nod, tears pricking my eyes from the pain. But I can't stop it. I don't want to stop it.

He's so big, he's stretching me too much, but I’m going to come so fucking hard. "Oh, God, please… more," I pant, clawing at his hips.

"Shit, baby," he groans, "you feel so fucking tight."

I'm embarrassed but also turned on by it. He starts moving, pushing deeper and pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into me, leaving my skin red with his handprints on my hips. I'm whimpering and crying out. My walls clench him tightly, but he doesn't stop. He slides in and out of me, pounding into my virgin pussy at a lethal pace. "Oh, God… Oh, God." I don't know if it's pain or pleasure anymore.

Tears slip down my face as he kisses me hard, his hands gripping my hair, and his cock pistons inside me relentlessly. It's more than I can take. I groan and feel my body begin to shake, tremors that start in my core and ripple outward to my extremities.A deluge of sensations submerges me in wave after wave of pleasure. "Marco," I call out, now digging my fingernails into his back, and he seems to draw pleasure from it.

"Fuck, yes. God, you're tight." His grunts match my moans until we're both twitching and his cock is pulsing inside me. I feel heat flood me, warming me from the inside out, and I feel his teeth on my shoulder, biting down. I hiss, and he stops, but his teeth return, this time to my earlobe. Then he whispers, "You're mine now." And I have the feeling that he means it—that no one will ever do this to me except him from now on.

And somehow, I don't even mind.

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MARCO

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