Page 94 of Wicked Ends
He pulled the mask into place. I kissed the tip of his dick. It twitched under my lips, velvet-soft and rock-hard all at once. I opened my mouth and slipped the head inside. He tasted slightly salty. I didn’t hate it at all. I didn’t hate anything about this man.
He groaned when I twirled my tongue around the end of him, teasing his slit, and then again when I pushed my mouth farther down his shaft.
He was big. I couldn’t get too far before I had to stop. Pulling back, I glanced up at him, finding the dark eye holes of the mask fixed on me, his hand resting lightly on my head.
I slipped down him again, this time holding that eyeless gaze for as long as I could, until I tilted my head down to try to fit more of him in my mouth.
I bobbed on him, inexpertly sucking and stroking, using my hands when I could. I was no master at blow jobs, and I’d always felt kind of awkward on my knees.
“Do you know how you destroy me? Do you have any idea?”
Marcus’ voice was muffled by the mask but still as deep and sexy as always. His grip tightened on the top of my head, and he stepped closer, forcing his dick to slip farther down my throat. I panicked for a second, before realizing I could relax and let it in. He cursed softly, fucking my face, my head held still in his gentle but firm hold.
Spit dribbled down my chin, and it should have felt degrading, but it didn’t. The truth was, it was hot. The way he was using my face and pushing my boundaries was hot. I trusted him. I realized it in a flash of understanding. He picked up the pace, thrusting into my willing mouth, and his hand slid around the back of my head and fisted my hair. I trusted him not to hurt me.
He eased back, leaving my mouth gaping and wet, my breath coming in rushed pants. He picked me up like I was weightless and shoved his mask up to kiss me hard, his tongue tangling with mine.
“I want to come inside you, birthday girl, and leak out of you for days, so you can’t fucking forget me while I’m on my best behavior and staying away.”
Before I could catch my breath and respond to that, we were at the couch, and Marcus was sitting. I stood between his legs. He tugged my leggings down and pushed them off one leg, leaving them hanging from the other, an urgency to his movements that screamed of need.
He brought me astride him and took his wet cock in hand, pulling my panties aside and rubbing it up and down my slit when I settled on his lap. Then he was pressing inside, guiding me down onto him. I went slowly, impaling myself on his rigid length, and when I’d finally managed, he gathered me into his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around me. I was full of him and surrounded by him and I was… content. It was a contentment I’d never known.
I moved, and he twitched inside me. It felt sublime.
“You’re getting so wet,” Marcus said in my ear.
“I-I want to come,” I admitted softly, leaning back to stare at his face.
He nodded and flexed his hips.
“What my girl wants, she gets.” He shallowly thrust up into me.
I cried out, the feeling too good to keep inside.
“You like this?” he wondered, his hand wandering down to my ass and squeezing a cheek.
I nodded.
“Then take what you want, baby, ride me until you come… use me for your own pleasure.” He stared me dead in the eye. “I’m yours.”
A groan left me at his words, and the feeling of his dick, deep inside me. I rose on my knees and then lowered. Again, and again. He gripped my hip and bounced me on his lap, helping me as my leg muscles turned to jelly.
His other hand went to my clit, rubbing rough circles on the hard bud and sending me rocketing toward my release. I couldn’t hold it or stop it. It was a wave I couldn’t escape, and it crashed into me, dashing me against the immovable force of this man, the one who refused to let me go.
The first and only man I’d ever let into my heart.
Marcus pressed up into me, still fucking me through my orgasm, until I couldn’t stay upright any longer and slumped into his chest. I needed a second. Just a second to scrape my heart and nerves back together.
His arms went around me, arranging a blanket that had been lying beside us across my back.
“You sleepy? Sleep here, beautiful, I’ve got you.”
“But you haven’t come yet,” I protested.
I tried to lean up, but his arms held me down. It felt so good to melt into his chest.
“And I’m not going to anytime soon, so you get your rest while you can,” he said.
