Page 33 of Hooked on Marshall

As hot as I am for Marshall right now, my body ripples with chills across my naked skin. But the look in his eyes quickly warms me from the inside out. I lift my chin and wait for him to claim me. Completely. And properly. His hands cup my face as he covers my mouth with his. My hands fly to his wrists as he pushes me against the wall.

His arousal is evident as he rolls his hips against mine. I moan into his mouth and drop my hands to his waist. Pulling him as close to me as possible. We kiss for only a few more minutes before he tears his lips away. Before I can ask him what’s wrong, he lifts me into his arms and walks with purpose back to his bedroom. Then, as if I’m the most precious thing in his world, he gently lays me in the middle of his bed.

“Just give me a minute,” he breathes. “Then I’m going to make love to you.”

“Hurry,” I whisper.

He smiles, kisses me briefly, then moves away to undress. I don’t hide the fact that I am enjoying that sight very much. It’s obvious that he works out. His chest is well-defined without looking fake. But what draws my attention is the small ridges of muscle that lead down to his cock. Something that he bares to me in one swift movement as he drops his pants and boxers to the floor at the same time.

He’s rock hard and gorgeous. My thighs clench together as I try to ease the ache there that is almost physically painful at this point. Marshall sees it and smiles as he grabs a condom from his dresser. A moan leaves me as he rolls it on. Then, finally, he crawls onto the bed. I part my thighs in welcome, and he quickly settles between them, pinning his arousal between us as he drops down onto his forearms.

His eyes travel all over my face for a moment until he presses a soft kiss to my lips. I hum at the contact and run my hands up his arms and over his back. When he breaks contact, I make my plea.

“Marshall, please.”

“I want to make this last, gorgeous,” he smiles. “And I promise it’ll be worth it.”

I exhale and close my eyes. He drops his lips to my neck first. Then he kisses his way across my collarbone and then down to my breasts. As I slide my hands into his hair, he feasts on them. When I can stand it no more, I make my demand.

“Take menow,” I growl. “Please.”

I expect him to hesitate. But instead, he lifts his head and his hips. I lock eyes with him as he thrusts forward. I cry out, but he swallows the sound with a deep kiss. After my body shudders and relaxes, he starts to move.

“Oh, God,” I pant into his mouth. “Oh, my God.”

“So, good,” he whispers. “So…fucking…good.”

Each word is punctuated by a deep thrust. And it feels fucking amazing.

“Marshall!”

“That’s it, gorgeous,” he pants. “You’re going to come for me. You’re going to come all over me.”

“Yes,” I moan. “God, yes. Give me more.”

He smiles. Then he slides his arms under my shoulders and rises up onto his knees, effectively parting my legs for him even more. When he pushes into me now, he’s deeper than ever. I whimper. He smiles and kisses me softly as he proceeds to love me slow and deep.

In moments, the world fades away until only he and I exist. Right now, nothing matters but the physical connection between us. At some point, he stops kissing me and my eyes flutter open to find him gazing down on me. My eyes prick withtears at the expression on his face. No man has ever looked at me like he is now.

My body shudders without warning. An orgasm sparks to life where Marshall’s body is joined with mine. A slow, soft moan leaves me. With a small smile on his face, he drops his right hand and slides it between us. As soon as his thumb presses to my clit, I come. Hard.

Sounds leave me, but nothing intelligible. When I float back down from my cloud of orgasmic bliss, Marshall is right there. Smiling down on me. And still loving me.

“Marshall,” I breathe.

“One more, gorgeous,” he grunts. “One more.”

My eyes widen and I shake my head. I’ve never come more than once with a man. Hell, I was usually lucky to come at all. But it seems that Marshall holds the key to making that happen. Because when I shake my head, he smiles wider.

“I won’t stop until you come again, Lana,” he pants. “I don’t care how long it takes.”

And it doesn’t take long at all. His words send me flying. Pleasure like I’ve never known before rolls through me slow and easy. Wrecking me one second at a time. At some point, I think Marshall calls out my name. But I’m so lost in pleasure I can’t be sure. When I’m spent, my body relaxes, and I slip off to sleep.

When I wake, Marshall is right there.

“Hey,” he smiles.

“Hey,” I whisper.

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