Page 142 of Wicked Ends
I gasped as Marcus lay next to me, fully naked, and grabbed me, tossing me over his body. I came to rest somewhere near his middle, head pointing toward his feet.
“Back up, baby. I want to drown in your cunt before I fill it up.”
“Wait, what?”
“Sit on my face, before I make you,” he demanded.
He dragged me backward so ruthlessly my hands went out from under me, and I landed face-first on his straining cock.
“Wow, two birds with one stone with that one,” Marcus chuckled, his voice muffled by my thighs.
I tried to lift up and keep my weight from his face, but he clamped his hands around my thighs and held me right where he wanted me.
His tongue moved up my slit and sent all rational thought from my head.
Jesus, that felt good.
He ate me like I was his last meal. I wanted to drive him just as insane. I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth, sliding down as far as I could. The tip of him hit the back of my throat, and I gagged. I raised my mouth and then attempted the move again, Marcus groaning between my legs.
I pulled back when the feeling between my legs grew too much to take. He was relentless. No matter which way I moved, he was there, furiously circling my clit and giving me all the friction I needed to tip right over the edge.
I came hard, crying out around Marcus’ cock, and he lapped my pussy the entire time, drawing it out until I thought I might faint.
When my pussy was done twitching and pulsing, Marcus sat up again, lifting me effortlessly against his chest and kissing me hard.
“Tell me you’ll marry me, Ari,” he commanded.
“People will say it’s crazy,” I said.
He shook his head, lined his cock up at my entrance, and thrust inside.
“That wasn’t a no. I think I’m wearing you down.”
I laughed at his teasing tone. I felt like I hadn’t done anything but stress and cry from the moment Dale had shown up at the motel. Now, for the first time in weeks, I was laughing again, and it was because of Marcus.
He fucked me steadily, caressing my face as he went. I arched into his touch.
“Let’s be crazy together. Head over heels, batshit insane is the level of living I aspire to,” Marcus murmured.
He lowered his hand to my swollen clit and rubbed it, nearly sending me over the edge immediately.
“As long as I’m with you, I’m living the dream.”
He fucked me harder, and I held onto his arms, feeling like I could melt into the bed.
“Now, tell me you love me and that you’ll marry me. Say it.” He punctuated that last demand with a thrust for each word. “Say it, beautiful,” he insisted again.
He pressed deeper than ever and hit my G-spot.
“I’ll marry you!” I gasped out.
I came. I tightened all over, clasping his dick inside me. He growled in my ear and followed me, spilling hot and wet cum deep inside.
“And tell me you love me,” he continued.
“I love you!” I cried out.
He kissed me hungrily, his cock still hard inside me, despite him just coming.
