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I can feel how much he wants this, wants me, and that's all I need to allow myself the same thing. I break the kiss, gasping for air.
"Bedroom," I manage to say. "Now."
24
ALINA
The bedroom door slams shut behind us as Marco throws me onto the bed, his eyes dark with hunger. My heart pounds in my chest. He starts unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest inch by inch.
I can't wait any longer. I pop up on my knees and start kissing his chiseled, hard chest. His pecs are so perfect. He's so perfect.
He grabs my sweater and yanks it up. I help him pull it off, tossing it somewhere on the floor.
I see the look of surprise in his eyes when he realizes I'm not wearing a bra. He reaches out, grabs my chest, and gives my nipples a pinch.
I moan from the sudden rush of painful bliss. He leans into me, and I fall back on the bed. His fingers hook into the band of my yoga pants, making sure to grab my underwear too, and pulls them down in one swift motion. His eyes darken as he looks at me like he's starving, and I'm the only thing that can satisfy him.
I spread my legs, giving him exactly what he needs to feed on. There is no hesitation from him.
He lowers his head, and I feel his tongue—hot and relentless—licking and sucking on my clit and lips like a man possessed.
I arch my back, moaning as the sensation builds. Each swipe of his tongue sends a shockwave through my body, driving me closer to the edge. My hands find their way to his hair, gripping tightly as I grind against his mouth. He growls with satisfaction, his grip on my hips tightening as he feasts on me.
I've never felt so animalistic in all my life, but now I want to be devoured no other way. He continues, his tongue never stopping, and the pleasure becomes almost unbearable. My breath comes in gasps, my heart rattling in my chest, and I can feel the orgasmic tension building, my body tightening.
I moan louder, letting Marco know I'm going to erupt. He quickens his licks, and then I start to shake before I explode. Waves of ecstasy crash over me, and I scream his name, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. Marco doesn't stop, his tongue tasting every drop of my release, his growls of satisfaction vibrating through me. It's intense, overwhelming, and I can't help but surrender to the sensation.
As the waves of pleasure slowly fade and my vision returns, I lie there, panting. I feel spent, my body still trembling from the aftershocks. Marco lifts his head, his eyes full of desire, his lips glistening with my juices. He smiles at me, a look of pure satisfaction on his face.
"You taste incredible," he says, his voice low and husky. "I could do this all night."
I smile back at him and almost giggle from happiness, suddenly feeling shy. He crawls up and kisses me, and I can taste myself on his lips.
"Lay down," I say because I plan on returning the favor.
I run my hands over his chest, undo his belt, and pull his pants off. I then remove his boxers and toss them to the floor.
I gasp when I see him—really see him—for the first time.
"Jesus," I whisper, my eyes widening. He's huge. Thick and hard and so fucking perfect it almost doesn't seem real. I can't believe I took him before, that I didn't tear apart at the seams the first time he pushed into me.
I reach out and wrap my hand around him, my fingers barely meeting around his girth. He's rock hard and smooth, like velvet over steel, and I can feel the way his throbbing cock pulses in my grip.
I look up to see his eyes locked on me.
"I want your lips on my cock, Firefly," he says, his voice low.
I lick my lips in preparation. "Yes, Sir," I whisper.
The desire to please him, to make him feel as good as he makes me feel, is all I can think about. I lean forward, my tongue coming out to lick the tip, tasting the salty precum. The moan that comes from his throat makes me smile against his cock.
"Fuck, Alina," he growls, his hips moving involuntarily.
I take him into my mouth, slowly at first, savoring the way he feels against my tongue, the way his hands fist in my hair, holding me in place.
I feel him grow even harder as I suck and lick, my hands stroking the base of his cock. I take him deeper, my throat relaxing to accommodate him. He guides my head, his grip tightening in my hair, setting the pace. The taste of him, the feel of him, thesounds he's making—it's intoxicating. I lose myself in the desire of it all.
Suddenly, he pulls me off, his chest heaving. "Good girl," he praises, his voice hoarse as he catches his breath. "But I want to be inside you when I come."
