Page 30 of Marcus: Sins of the Father

She pulls back, suddenly seeming as jumpy as a cat now that we’re in her home.

“You okay?” I question over the rim of my cup.

“Of course.” She rubs her upper arms.

Taking a big gulp of my coffee, I set it down near the sink, thinking coming up may have been a mistake. Last thing I want to do is rush her or push for more than she’s willing to give. I’ll wait as long as she needs. “I should go, let you sleep,” I offer. Last thing I want is for her to feel nervous around me. I start to turn but her warm hand grasps mine.

“Wait.”

The word is soft—breathless, really. I study her hooded eyes as she steps closer and lets her gaze drop to my mouth. Goddamn, I don’t want to make a mistake here, but I’m getting mixed signals.

“You don’t have to leave yet, do you?”

It’s all the hint I need. I press my hand to the small of her back and drag her body flush against mine.

CHAPTER SEVEN – BLACK LACE

Marcus—

I lean my head down to take Brandy’s mouth, softly pressing my lips to hers. She starts out timidly, but then opens and lets me sweep inside. Her tongue dances with mine. She’s just as hungry for me as I am for her, giving it as good as she gets. It looks like I have a little hellcat on my hands.

I cup either side of her face, not wanting our kiss to end. My hands trail down her neck to feel the weight of her breasts in my palms. I’ve been thinking of them all day, ever since she had them plastered against my back. Releasing one, I reach around her shirt to the back and unhook her bra with one flick. She pulls the straps off from under her tank, revealing the little knobs her hard nipples create through the fabric. I brush my thumb across one, and she lets out the sexiest moan that nearly is my undoing.

I break our kiss. “Tell me you want this, baby.”

“I do,” she pants.

I grab her ass and lift, wrapping her long legs around me. “Which way?”

She points to a hallway off the living room.

Her bedroom is decorated in neutral colors that give a calming feeling. I lower her on to her wrought iron bed, coming down on top of her. Her eyes are clear and her pupils dilated as she stares deep into my eyes. Holding that sultry gaze, I stroke the smooth skin of her belly, pushing up her tank top. Beautiful. Her breasts are a nice size, her nipples small, tight peaks. I brush my thumb across one again and again, hoping to draw another sexy moan from her lips. She doesn’t disappoint.

“Mmm.”

I break our kiss and take one beaded nipple into my mouth. I suck and drag my tongue in slow circles around it while her back arches off the bed. Then I move to the other breast and repeat my ministrations.

While my mouth does its job, my hand wanders down. First over her smooth belly and then to the top of her jeans. I slide my hand under, feeling the lace of her panties—panties I’ve thought about all night. I want to know their color. My hand slips under the edge, and my fingers find what they are seeking. She’s already dripping with her arousal. The wetness coats my fingers as I plunge two inside her. Her hips lift off the bed, as if begging for more. I give her what she wants and thrust in and out, while my thumb makes small circles over her clit. Her hips roll, taking up an involuntary rhythm, meeting my thrusts.

“Yes, baby. Show me how much you want me.”

“Yes, please. I want you inside me.”

I fucking love hearing those words from her gasping mouth, her head thrown back, but I don’t need her words. I feel her need for release building as I work, not letting up, not holding back until she’s a quivering, trembling mess, her breasts jiggling. Those pretty tits call to me, and I take one plump, swollen nipple into my mouth again, sucking hard.

“Oh, God I’m going to come.” Her head thrashes from side to side.

I pull off her nipple and drag my teeth across it, causing her undoing.

“Oh, Marcus!” She jerks against my hand, coming hard.

“Damn, I like my name coming out of your mouth.” I whisper the words against her panting lips as she crashes to earth. “That was beautiful to watch, sweetheart.” I slide my hand out and lick my fingers. “You taste so sweet. I want a better taste? You gonna let me?”

She nods, and I slide to the foot of the bed to tug her jeans off, revealing a pair of black lace panties that match the bra already cast aside. I hook my thumbs in the lace at her hips and draw them off, revealing her sweet pussy to me. Taking her ankles in my strong hands, I drag her down the bedspread until her knees hang over the edge.

She gasps.

“So sexy. Can’t believe I get something this sweet all to myself.” I drop to my knees and spread her wide. I lean forward and give one long, slow lick. She immediately glistens in answer, and my body responds, my dick, already rock-hard, strains against my zipper. Dipping my head, I take her clit into my mouth and suck, letting my tongue flick across it. Her hips begin their rhythmic dance again.

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