Page 34 of Ruthless Vengeance
Marco strokes my thighs, the calluses on his palms only adding to my pleasure as he continues to suck on my clit until I’m crying out his name as I climax.
He hums as he continues to work my clit, not stopping until I’m dripping wet and practically sobbing with pleasure.
“You did so well, love.” He presses a kiss to my inner thigh, his gaze never once leaving mine.
I can barely catch my breath before Marco slowly slides my legs off his shoulders and gets to his feet.
I hug my knees to my chest as I watch him start to undress.
I must be giving him the bestfuck me senselesslook as he starts to laugh.
He tosses his shirt aside. “Eager, are we?”
I take in the sight of his muscular torso, of the lines that disappear into the waistband of his pants.
I don’t think I’ve ever needed Marco so badly as I do right now, and not just because the ache is once again building between my thighs. But because I want the weight of his body on top of mine, him moaning my name, his release dripping down my thighs.
“Fuck me, Marco,”
He smirks as he undoes his belt, and when his cock finally springs free, I let out a whimper.
He wraps his hand around his cock. “Is this what you want?”
“God, yes.”
He strokes his length.
My mouth waters as a bead of precum collects on the tip, and my tongue darts out to wet my lower lip.
“Fuck, love, don’t do that.” Marco rolls his fist over the head.
“What about if I did this?”
I part my thighs once again, only this time, my pussy must be so slick and swollen from my release that a look of agony passes over Marco’s face.
I look down at his cock. “I’m so ready for you.”
Marco tightens his hand around his cock and pumps his length, once, twice, and I fight the urge to reach between my legs at the sight.
Watching Marco touch himself is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
He growls as he steps toward me, looking at my pussy. “I love that I’m the one who did this. That I’m the one who makes you scream with pleasure.”
“Yes!”
He climbs onto the couch and settles his weight on top of me, one hand still wrapped around his cock, the other beside my head so he can brace himself.
All the tension, the fear of losing each other, it all melts away as Marco devours my mouth, the lingering taste of my arousal still on his tongue.
He kisses me like he’s claiming me, reminding me who I belong to.
Marco takes his time, teasing me with the tip of his cock back and forth along my core until there are tears stinging my eyes.
He’s making sure I know exactly who is in control, and I happily give in to him. And when he finally thrusts into me, it’s slow and deliberate, and complete perfection.
“Marco!”
His lips brush my ear as I stretch around him. “This is where you belong.”
