Page 91 of Off the Rim
I don't even have words to respond. I simply turn myself around and present myself like a cat in heat.
Marcus doesn't play with me much, other than thrusting the bulbous plug in and out a few times so he can watch my ass swallow it like a magic trick. But once it's out, he replaces it with his cock, slamming into me in one hard thrust. I'm face down on the bed, knees spread and ass up, submitting myself completely to the ravaging happening to my body. I love it when he's rough with me. Then again, I love it when he's soft and sweet, or playful, or slow and lazy. I love having him inside me, part of me, and I love being inside him just as much.
Will we always be this way? I don't know. Maybe one day when we're older, we'll slow down. Maybe a day will come whereMarcus Vell walks past me and my dick doesn't immediately perk up.
Maybe.
But when that big cock is pegging my prostate, turning me inside out, I don't believe a time could exist when I don't want to have Marcus Vell's cock inside me, or vice versa, twenty-four-seven-three-sixty-five.
"Ffffuuuuu—Marc, baby. You fuck me so good. I don't know how much longer I can hold off."
"Ready for me to fill you up, Princess?"
"Yes, God, please?—”
Marcus groans as his orgasm hits, his fingers digging into my hips as he slams his load deeper and deeper inside me, rocking against my ass in such a way that I call out a warning. Marcus reaches between us and pinches my balls. I yelp at the sudden, sharp pain, but it does the trick to redirect my pleasure. I'm able to breathe and hold back my orgasm while Marcus pulls out of me and replaces his cock with the plug. It feels strange compared to his cock, lifeless and heavy, but it jostles inside me deliciously while we move to reposition. I take Marcus laying on his side, with me on my knees and our legs entwined. With every thrust inside him, the plug pushes down on that spot, and I imagine his hot load sloshing around inside me.
I come hard and collapse behind Marcus, still gently moving in and out of his perfect ass.
"I want you to stay full of me, too," I say, wrapping my arm around his waist and pulling him hard against me. I kiss up and down his neck, shoulders, and back until he succumbs to hisexhaustion. I follow him into dreamland with my cock still safely nestled inside him.
My cock, hard and ready for round two, wakes us up a few hours later. I'm still inside him, so I fuck him first this time, then let him fill me up again. He makes his deposits three more times over the course of the night and the next morning, I can barely walk from being so sore and full.
It's perfect.
He's perfect.
We're perfect.
EPILOGUE
ASHTON
10 Years Later
"Listen, I don't care what the shareholders think. We're not only backing the land trust, we're also sponsoring the cleanup project as well as the playground and facilities. It's not like they weren't warned about the initiatives I planned on taking. It’s not my problem if they didn't take me seriously."
After taking over AJames Enterprises nearly six years ago, you'd think they'd have realized I'm not fucking around. Quite a few shareholders jumped ship when my father announced he was training me to take over, then we lost more when I made it clear I intended to turn my family’s company into something other than a mecca of corporate greed. The coffers definitely took a hit those early years, but with the work we've done to repair our relationship with the community, and the investments I've made in clean energy and the local community, our profits are now higher than they've ever been. These assholes expect to hang onto every cent the way they did in the old days, but they're slowly catching on.
My assistant drones on about putting together a presentation to show the Board of Directors and shareholders, again, how my giveback initiatives benefit the company in the long run. I barely hear more than static, though, because my attention is caught on the beefcake walking out of the Charlotte Hornets’ Performance Center.
Flanked by two of his friends and fellow Hornets players, Marcus is throwing his head back in laughter at something one of them said. He doesn't notice me right away, so I have a chance to study him. It's in these candid moments that I remember the man he was and see how much he's changed. Not in the looks department so much, although the years have only made him more handsome, his changes show in the easy way he laughs, his laid-back posture and confident stride.
My fucking god, he's so fucking sexy. I'll never get over the fact that he's mine.
"Mr. James?" My assistant, Lana, breaks through my stupor. I might as well be drooling, like it's the first time I've ever seen him walk out of a practice, curly hair wet from the shower and looking like sex personified.
"Sorry, Lana."
"Are you stalking your husband again?" She asks playfully.
"Maybe."
She laughs. "Well, I'll let you go and let you know how the presentation is coming along when you get back on Monday. Enjoy your long weekend."
"You, too," I say absentmindedly, even though she's not the one about to head to the mountains for a four-day weekend retreat. I hang up and change my settings to turn off all notifications and only allow emergency calls.
One of Marcus' teammates gestures to me with his chin, alerting him of my presence. He looks over his shoulder, then slowly turns, his gaze turning heated as it rakes up and down my body. I haven't changed out of my work clothes, but I shucked my jacket and tie in the car. Marcus bites his lip and grins, waving at his teammates as he makes a beeline in my direction.
