Page 75 of Imperfection is Beauty

“Take me inside. Make me lose all sense of reason. Make me yours. Take what’s been yours. Something I’ve never given to anybody.”

There was something working behind his hazel eyes.

Something I couldn’t see, and then as he climbed out of the car, his mumbled words had me smiling from ear to fucking ear, “If I’d known that, never would’ve stuck my dick into another woman’s body.”

I was still smiling from ear to ear when he rounded the SUV, opened my door, stepped in close, undid my seatbelt, gripped my hips, and moved them.

Automatically I opened my legs for him, but he didn’t come closer, no, he stared into my eyes, brought one of his large hands to the side of my face, his thumb rubbing over the apple of my cheek, “Would’ve waited had I known what reward I’d be getting.”

“Reward?” I asked him softly, hoping I heard him right.

“Yeah, always believed in a few things. One, my brother has my back in all things. Two, I was put on this earth to play football. Three, got great parents. And fourth, I’m amending number two, I was put on this earth to be your man. Now, knowing that, waited for you, sliding my untouched dick into your wet pussy, the man above could call me home right after. Cause I promise you, Shortcake. I’d have already seen what heaven feels like.”

“You know, normally when a woman asks a man to fuck the living hell out of her, she doesn’t expect him to give her words that make her want to burn the whole world to a crisp just to have his touch branded on her skin.”

“That right?”

Biting my lip, I waited.

And oh boy, I didn’t have to wait for long.

No, he grinned devilishly, and then, without bracing myself, he had my whole body flipped over his shoulder, kicking his door shut and striding to his house.

Two steps at a time, he vaulted up them with my body thrown over his shoulder.

And once he finally stopped, nothing but light hardwood floors graced my eyes.

I was placed on my feet, his fingertips going underneath my chin, lifting my head until he had my eyes, and then he whispered, “You sure, Shortcake?”

I nodded.

“You accept all of me?”

I nodded.

“Words, Shortcake.”

Therefore, I didn’t hesitate to give him the words, “I understand, Marcus. Give me all of you. Don’t hold nothing back.” And once he had my words, words I would forever mean.

He was so close I could see those amazing flecks of amber in his eyes.

Slowly, carefully, he started to lift my shirt over my head, all the while whispering, “God, if you have to take me now, just wait until I’ve fully claimed my woman.”

I smiled softly up at him once he had my shirt over my head.

Then he did something I wasn’t fucking expecting, he knelt on the ground at my feet. That was something I never thought I would ever see a man do. Ever.

Carefully he placed one of my hands on his shoulder and then proceeded to remove one shoe, and then the other, followed my socks.

Then he unbuttoned my jeans and lowered them off my hips, his hands grazing over my ass cheeks. Slowly as the fabric moved down my legs, his hands trailed with it.

Once I stepped out of my jeans, I grinned.

And then, I did something I’ve always wanted to do, I pounced.

Before he knew what was happening, I grabbed the sides of his shirt and pulled.

Buttons went flying, his gorgeous tatted-up mocha skin stared back at me.

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