Page 11 of Wicked Truths

It takes several long seconds of shivering through the aftershocks before I realize that I need to screw up his world like he just did mine.

“Enough,” I moan as his tongue continues to swirl around my clit. My thighs shake wildly, and it’s hard to keep myself on the countertop. He lets go of my panties, and they slide back into place over my very wet sex. His thumb teases down my core, and the feeling isn’t as intense as when he was putting constant pressure on my clit, but it still makes me ravenous.

Marcus grins, it’s the most playful look I’ve ever seen on his face. He pulls my legs down as he stands before me, wrapping them around his hips. His hand slides up my back as he pulls me flush with his front. “What should we do now?”

I attack his mouth. He chuckles a low, throaty sound as we make out. I’m a little obsessed with the way he holds me to him. My hand slides his zipper down, maneuvers inside his boxers, and then I’m palming his cock.

I moan as my thumb slides over the sticky head.

“That’s an invitation if I’ve ever heard one,” he growls, pulling my bottom lip with his teeth. “I still think I’m going to need verbal consent in this case.”

My eyes widen as I realize he’s got piercings lining the bottom of his extremely thick shaft.

“Please,” I beg. It’s a little disturbing how badly I want him.

“Please, what?” he growls, bumping my head to the side as he licks down my neck.

“Fuck me. Please, Marcus?”

“Goddamn, I do love hearing you desperate for me.” He smiles against my cheek. He pulls me closer to the edge and tilts my ass until I’m barely hanging off the counter.

I lose my hold on his cock and grip his lower back for support. He rips the side of my panties before doing the other in quick succession. The first side hurts a bit as it digs into my skin, but as he pulls them away, that thought leaves my mind completely.

I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t even like Marcus, but I’m also really tired of waiting.

My eyes slide shut as my chest aches. At first, I waited for a guy I actually liked. Then I held out for Sulli for so long it became embarrassing somewhere along the way.

I’m twenty-three years old. It’s pathetic when I think of how long I’ve been ready for this.

Marcus teases my clit with the head of his cock before sliding down and back up. The feeling makes me physically tremble. I whine as my head falls to the side.

I’m leaking slick, and he spits a string of curses under his breath. “...eyes on me,” he commands.

My eyes fly to his as my chest rises and falls in rapid movements. His eyes are glazed like the fog caught him too.

Marcus thrusts.

The stretch is extreme.

I go stiff as a board.

At first, I’m frozen in shock.

Then, I’m afraid to move.

If I do, it could make the aching pain worse.

Well, fuck.

That hurt considerably more than I thought it would. My nails dig into his neck and lower back. I stretch away from him trying to find some relief, but he holds me in place.

“What the fuck, Oakley?” he hisses, looking a little deranged as he glares at me. “No fucking way…”

I bite my lip to hold back the sob.

Dammit, I’m pretty sure he just permanently screwed up my vagina. It doesn’t feel great, that’s for sure.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, shame lining my tone.

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