Page 40 of Hooked on Marshall

“You do,” I whisper.

“Whose cock do you want inside you, Lana?”

“Yours,” I moan.

“Forever,” he nods. “I’m claiming you and your beautiful body as mine, Lana. Right now.Forever.”

My eyes cloud with tears and I nod. But when he doesn’t start moving, I say the words.

“Yes, Marshall.I’m yours.Forever.”

Something changes in his expression. The sight of it makes my breath catch and my heart skip a beat. Then he takes a deep breath and claims every inch of me. With each powerful thrust, I become his. My body. My heart. My soul.

Whatever this man wants, I will give him. And I know he will do the same for me. I’m as certain of that as I am of my next orgasm. Which will most likely be the most epic of my life. I grip the edge of his desk again, and despite my weakened state, I work with him. When he feels it, his smile widens.

“More,” I beg of him. “Give me everything.”

“Always,” he growls.

He grits his teeth and pounds into me with the passion of a man possessed. I let my legs fall further apart as I pull my body even closer to his. Taking him deeper than ever. Without warning, I come. Crying out his name as he continues to claim me. I’m shuddering when he finally stills. His release so powerful that I actually feel it pulsing inside me. We staythis way for several moments; bodies locked together in ecstasy while we struggle to regain our breath.

Finally, I feel him relax. As gently as he can, he moves my ass back onto his desk and leans forward for a soft kiss. Unable to find the strength to hold him, I simply hum at the contact. When he pulls back, he presses his forehead to mine for a moment before rising up to meet my eyes. I’m already smiling. And his face is once again filled with the same expression I saw just before he claimed me forever.

“Marshall,” I breathe.

“Lana,” he chokes out. “My God…I amsoin love with you.”

Twenty-Nine

Her breath catches again, and I smile. Then tears fill her eyes as she laughs and shakes her head at the same time. My smile falters and she immediately takes my face in her hands and shakes her head even more.

“Oh, no, no,” she says quickly. “I’m not laughing at you, I’m just…this is crazy, right?”

“Lana,” I breathe. “I’ve never been more certain of anything before in my entire life. I love you.”

Her expression softens.

“I…oh, Marshall,” she breathes.

“Don’t say it if you aren’t sure,” I tell her gently. “I don’t want you to say it unless you mean it.”

“That’s just it,” she says. “I thought I’d been in love before but…it felt nothing like this.”

Now my smile widens again. And I press a soft kiss to her lips, enjoying the little hum she likes to make at the contact.

“That’s just fine with me,” I tell her. “As long as you want to be my forever.”

“I can’t imagine a forever without you in it,” she says softly.

I kiss her again. Thoroughly. But when I feel myself growing hard again, I pull back.

“We better get going or we’ll never get out of here,” I grin.

“I wouldn’t mind,” she giggles.

“I would,” I tell her as I pull out of her sweet body and right myself. “If I’m going to make love to you again, I want you in my bed.”

“I rather enjoyed being ravaged on your desk,” she says in a low voice.

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