Page 25 of His Starr Player

“I have great restraint, baby. You know this.”

“You’ve been really reckless with your mouth tonight. I don’t know if wine-drunk Marcus can hold out long enough to give me a nice scrub.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Yes.”

“Name your bid.”

“If you can’t wait to put it in until after my shower, you have to… let me play on your 2k account on your stream.”

“Cool. If I hold out until after your shower, post me on social media as your man.” He smirked.

“You think I’m hiding you from the world?” I joked.

“Maybe.”

“You’re cute.” I rubbed my fingers along the back of his neck. He rubbed my ass softly as his eyes closed. We stayed like this for so long, I almost dozed off. If it weren’t for the firm smacks every few moments, the rubbing of my ass would have put me right to sleep.

“Baby?”

I looked up into Marcus’s eyes. “Hmm?”

“You ready to go take your bath?”

“Yes.”

I motioned to get off him, but he kept his hands on my ass as he stood up with me. I yelped in surprise as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me like a baby koala to the bathroom and set me on the counter. It was weird to have a man lift me and treat me so softly. Most men saw my height and build and used them as fuel to crack jokes about me. I wasn’t allowed to be feminine and soft when I towered over most boys growing up. It wasn’t until high school that I finally saw boys taller than me.

“You make me so happy,” I blurted out as I watched him turn on the shower.

“You make me happy too. I enjoy every moment we spend together, whether tangled in the sheets or just existing. I mean it when I say I love you. This feeling is too raw and real to be anything else.”

I kicked my feet and smiled. “You sure know how to make a girl feel good.”

“That’s my job. I want you to feel peace. I want you to feel contentment. I want you to feel safe. I want you to be my wife one day.”

My cheeks ached from the intensity of my joy. “I want all of that too.”

He dropped a lavender mister into the bottom of the walk-in shower. The bathroom steamed up as he removed his clothes and grabbed fresh towels to wash and dry off with.

“Come on. Let me wash you.”

I removed my robe and allowed my panties to pool at my feet before I walked over to the shower and stepped under the spray of the nozzle. It was us, the soft music playing from the speaker, and the hot water. Every atom in my being was content. This was what fairy tales felt like. This was what R&B songs were singing about. This feeling was unreal. This feeling was euphoric. This feeling was better than any high possible.

Marcus indeed kept his word, and I lost the bet. I didn’t care, though. The arousal was too powerful. I barely made it to the bed before he was on me, though. He started at my toes and kissed up my body. He spread my legs and dove headfirst into my pussy. He ate me slowly and steadily. He wasn’t trying to make me cum. He just enjoyed sucking on my clit for his own pleasure. Marcus was a true eater, and I loved that for me.

“I wish I could stay in this moment. I wish I could pause time and live here forever.” I clung to him as he dug deep into me. His strokes were slow, calculated, and tantalizingly precise. Each stroke tapped my soul. Each stroke hugged my heart. I held him as if he were my lifeline.

My heart beat for Marcus.

My pussy creamed for Marcus.

My soul danced for Marcus.

My body called out to Marcus.

In every lifetime, I would choose him. In every storyline, I would run off into the sunset with him. Tears slid from my eyes as my orgasm flowed from my warmth. I gasped as he nutted in me.

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