Page 170 of Fielder's Choice

“Lucia told me I should try it…” I admit, heat spreading across my cheeks.

He throws his head back and laughs. “Of course she did.”

“I’m sorry,” I say quickly.

“The fuck you are,” Lane grunts, thrusting into me again. “Bite me harder. Leave a fucking mark on me.”

“What?” I breathe, trying to keep from toppling over with the power of his thrusts.

“Mark me, baby. Claim what’s fucking yours.” His eyes are dark with lust, so I lean forward, sinking my teeth into him again, leaving a mark, before taking my tongue to lick away the sting. “Fuck, yes,” he moans.

“You… like… that?” I manage between heavy breaths.

“Hell yes,” he states. “I want you to leave your mark all over me. Show everyone I belong to you.”

“The mark is only temporary, Lane.”

He brushes his lips over mine, his cocky side grin making a reappearance. “Then I’ll get it fucking tattooed.”

“You don’t have any tattoos,” I laugh.

“So that’ll be my first one.”

Why is that so hot?

Why is the idea of Lane permanently inking my bite mark onto his bodyso goddamn hot?!

“Lane…” I moan, losing myself in the pleasure he’s giving me.

His lips ghost my neck. “Fuck, baby. You like that idea. Your cunt is squeezing me so tight right now. Do you want to come?”

“Yes!”I cry, feeling my second orgasm bubbling up. “Be a good boy and make me come, baby.”

Lane is moving faster now, his breathing erratic. “Goddamn. Let go for me, Livvy. Flood me. Just come—”

Thrust.

“For—”

Thrust.

“Me.”

Thrust.

I don’t last a moment longer. I scream his name as I clench around him. Lane chants my name as he follows me over the edge, spilling every bit of his release into me.

“Holy shit, Lane…” I rasp between ragged breaths. His response is to spear two fingers inside of me. “What—”

“Putting my cum back where it belongs,” he murmurs before capturing my lips. “I’ll clean you up shortly, Liv. Just need to catch my breath.”

“Old man,” I tease.

“Brat,” he laughs, pulling my lip between his teeth.

I sigh and mold my body against his. “This was incredible, Lane. I love you.”

Lane runs his fingers softly through my hair before gently kissing my head. “I love you, too, baby.”

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