Page 70 of What if It's Us

“Oh, God!”

Her head comes up off the mattress and her mouth opens to a perfect O shape and motherfucker, it’s all I can do to not flip her over and see just how deep she can swallow me.

Her moans become the rhythm I aim to keep as I smack into her, my cock diving deep inside her. I fist a handful of her hair and wrap it around my wrist, giving it a gentle tug as I pull her back against me. Her back to my chest.

“Your body is fucking fire, Marlee, do you know that?” I murmur against her ear when she leans her head back against my shoulder. “Motherfucking fire.”

I pin her body against mine, my hand palming her breast. My fingers tweak her nipple and she cries out.

“Fuck! Yes! Oh, my God!”

“That’s it, baby.” I slide my other hand around her hip and between her legs, circling my finger around her clit as I thrust into her from behind. “Tell me how good it is.”

“Sooo fucking good, Ledge,” she whimpers. “No one has ever fucked me the way you do.”

“And no one ever will again. You’re mine, Marlee.” I flick her clit with my finger and her knees buckle. “All mine. Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

“I’m yours, Ledger,” she breathes. “Keep fucking me like this and I’m yours forever.”

“So, you just want my cock. Is that it?” I ask, teething her earlobe.

“It is an exceptionally fine cock, Mr. Dayne.”

Fuck me.

The way she says my name makes my cock swell.

I breathe against her ear for a few more thrusts and when I feel the familiar tingle at the base of my spine, that surge that tells me I’m about to explode, I whisper, “And it’s all for you.”

“Ledger!” she cries out. “Oh, my God, I’m going to come again!”

“Soak my cock, baby. I’m right there with you this time.”

“Fuck! Oh, oh, oooh God yesss!”

“Aaah motherfucker!”

My stomach bottoms out and pleasure courses through my body right before I erupt and pulse inside her, emptying what I know is a much bigger, more intense orgasm than I poured into that little plastic cup not long ago.

My hands grasped tightly around Marlee’s thighs, I allow myself a quick moment to breathe deep and revel in the pure pleasure of her as I slow my hips.

Damn. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before.

Marlee Remington is my undoing.

She’s perfect in every sense of the word.

Before I do anything else, I lean down and kiss her forehead, her cheek, and finally her lips. “You okay?”

She nods without saying a word.

“You sure?” I don’t know if I like that she’s not saying anything.

A smile spreads across her face that I can’t decipher—is it coy or is she just exhausted?

“Yeah. I’m good, Ledge. I’m perfectly good.”

“Good.” I nod. “Okay.” I finally pull out of her, causing us both to wince, and then I wrap my hands around her ankles and turn her body, moving the pillows to the far end of the bed so I can lean her legs up on the headboard. “Don’t move. Be right back.”

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