Page 59 of Out of the Dark

He hovers over me, looking up as he slips a finger through my wetness before slowly pushing it inside me. "God, you’re so wet for me already," he growls in appreciation before lowering his head and flicking his tongue against my clit. His finger moves inside me, and he gently pushes another in, the stretch slightly painful but sending my already sensitive body closer to the edge.

I can tell he’s been holding back with me this week, careful not to push me too far too fast, but I have a feeling that tonight, that’s all about to change.

Mark licks and sucks, all the while moving his fingers inside me, and I know I won’t last long at this rate. In the matter of a week, he’s managed to learn my body in a way I never knew possible, knowing exactly where and how to touch me. The tension inside me builds and builds until I know I won’t last any longer.

"I’m close," I whisper. He moans against me in response,never letting up. I should have known he’d make me come twice tonight. He did it for the first time a couple days ago, and it was mind-blowing. I didn’t even know that waspossible.

It only takes a few more moments before I fall apart from Mark’s constant movement, the friction pushing me over the edge and causing me to buck my hips against his greedy tongue. I fucking love it.

He keeps going until I push his head away, too sensitive to take any more. The smile he gives me is satisfied yet mischievous, as if that was only the beginning.

I don’t have a chance for my breathing to return to normal before he’s crawling up the bed over top of me and kissing me. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it’s strangely erotic.

My head is spinning as I run my hands over his tattooed, muscular arms. He’s careful not to put his weight on me, but the heat radiating from his body envelops me and his thick cock is pressing against my thigh as he gives me a moment to catch my breath.

The hunger in his eyes is enough to have my stomach flipping again.He wants me just as much as I want him. Even though he doesn’t express his affection as much in words, it’s evident in his actions, in the way he looks at me as if I’m the only thing that matters.

Mark props himself up on one forearm as he leans over to grab a condom from the nightstand, then sits up to put it on. Straddling my legs, he rolls the condom down over his hard length then pins me with a look of barely controlled lust.

"Tell me what you’re thinking," he says.

"I—I want to feel you."

His chest rises with a slow inhale before he leans back down and positions himself at my entrance.

I wrap my arms around his massive shoulders and close my eyes as he presses against me.

"Try to relax," he murmurs.

I do as he says, willing my tense body to relax as much as possible.

He shifts slightly, pushing inside me. I gasp at the feel of him stretching me, the burning sensation uncomfortable but not entirely unpleasant. He rocks his hips gently, going deeper inside me inch by inch, until I’m so full I don’t know how he could possibly go any further.

With one final push, he stills, giving me a chance to adjust to the foreign sensation. It doesn’t hurt as bad as I expected it to, likely due to him preparing me this past week with his fingers and tongue, but it’s still uncomfortable. I take a few slow, deep breaths to center myself.

"You okay?" Mark asks.

I nod. "Yes. Just… adjusting."

"When you’re ready, move your hips for me."

I take a few more seconds before I move my hips forward.Oh. I do it again and again, rocking slowly back and forth as the uncomfortable fullness morphs into something else entirely.

"Fuuuuck," Mark groans. He begins to match my rhythm, thrusting his hips in time with mine, his cock withdrawing almost entirely before pushing into me again. "You feel so good."

"So do you," I stutter out, my words punctuated by his thrusts. It’s true. Every worry I’d had is now gone and replaced by the overwhelming thrill of him fucking me, claiming me as his. The connection between us is even more intense than I could have expected, tying me to him on some primal level that I’ll never be able to forget.

I lift my legs, wrapping them around his large body, and the shift somehow makes it feel like he’s even deeper inside me.

I must make a sound without realizing it, because his low, dark chuckle vibrates in his chest. All I can focus on is the heat of his skin against mine, the tension in his muscular arms as he strains to hold himself up over me, the increasingly rapid pace of his thrusts.

And at this angle, I can feel that now-familiar sensation building inside me again, bringing me higher and higher.

Every touch, every moan, every thrust sends me closer to the edge until I’m dangerously close to coming again. I don’t warn him this time. Instead, I ride it out, my inner muscles tighten around him as I fall apart.

"That’s it, you’re doing so fucking well for me," Mark praises. He keeps going, pushing me past my limit until everything is a blur of pleasure and heat and all-consuming lust.

As I come down from the high of my second orgasm of the night, he leans down to rest his forehead against mine. It’s a surprisingly affectionate, intimate gesture, and my heart lurches in my chest at the rush of affection it brings me.

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