Page 61 of The Bonventi Rise
He pushes his pants down, his cock springing free. I lay down on the table and raise my hips. Marco unbuttons my pants and pulls them off, tossing them over his shoulder. Now naked, lying on the table, I feel strangely free. The way his eyes devour my body drives me crazy.
Marco grips my hips, pulling me to the edge of the table, and I place my legs over his shoulders. He positions himself at my entrance, grabbing his cock and dragging the tip up and down my wetness. I moan, the sensation electric.
Our eyes meet, and Marco leans forward. I gasp, placing my hand on his rock-hard stomach, guiding him in. His thick shaft stretches me to my limits.
He slowly starts moving in and out, and once my body adjusts around his shaft, I move my hand away, giving him free rein to do as he pleases.
He caresses my calves and kisses my legs as he starts to pick up his pace. He slides his hands down my legs, and his thumb finds my swollen clit. He begins to rub it, and I immediately feel the fire of desire building. I spread my legs wider, wanting more of him. He rubs me faster and faster, and I feel my body starting to tense up. I moan, wiping away the matted hair from my face. I bite my lip, and my nerves explode with pleasure. I tilt my head back, my body shaking.
My orgasm comes on strong, and I start giggling from the intense pleasure that feels so unreal.
Suddenly, Marco pulls me up and off the table. I tighten my legs around his waist, wrap my arms around his neck, and grind against him as he holds me in the air.
His thrusts become erratic, his breath coming in harsh pants. I can already feel my own storm of pleasure building again, a coil tightening deep within me.
I feel his cock hardening even more, and I know he's getting close. His thrusts slam into me, and I feel myself shaking in his arms as he holds me, the feeling overwhelming and unlike anything I've ever felt before.
Then, almost out of nowhere, I shatter for the second time —a wave of pleasure so intense it borders on pain. I cry out, my body convulsing, my inner muscles clenching around him.
I hear Marco growl, and I lean down to capture his lips. I moan into his mouth, my body trembling as I ride out my orgasm.
With one final thrust, deep inside me, he groans and throws his head back. He twitches inside me as he releases his warm cum. My body pulses with his.
We stay like that for a moment, him holding me, our breaths coming in gasps as our heart rates slow. Then Marco pulls out and sets me down, his semi-hard cock glistening with our combined wetness. I stand on shaky legs, my body already tired and sore.
I look up at him and smile. "Well, I... God," I say, my mind totally blank. I can't think as the pleasure has rewired my brain.
He smiles back. "Yeah, I know," he says, still trying to catch his breath.
"You want to come shower with me?" I ask, my hands sliding up and down his chiseled chest.
Marco smiles, bends down, picks me up, and tosses me over his shoulder.
I let out a laugh.
"You already know the answer. And afterward, I'm taking you to dinner," he says, grabbing my ass. "Then we'll come back here, and I'll eat my dessert."
32
ALINA
I'm jolted awake by my phone vibrating on my nightstand. I feel like I've been hearing it for hours.
"What?" I yell, grabbing for it with eyes still closed. The scent of Marco's cologne lingers on the pillow, a reminder of last night. He'd left around 5 a.m. as promised, but the ache in my body speaks to how thoroughly he'd worn me out before then.
I stare at my phone and blink a few times as my sleepy eyes adjust. It's a number not saved in my phone, but it's a Chicago area code, so I hope maybe it's Marco. Either way, curiosity gets the better of me, and I answer it, rubbing my face. "Hello?"
"Ms. Carter, I hope I didn't wake you," the voice says.
I shoot up.
It's Sandra Reeves.
Fuck.
"I heard you called yesterday. I was hoping it meant you'd come to your senses and want to be on the right side of this election."
My mind races. Marco did tell me to stay away, but technically I didn't agree. And with her reaching out again, this could be a golden opportunity. I might have her right where I want her.
