Page 76 of Imperfection is Beauty

His smile, fucking breathtaking, then he winked.

Oh my….

I was sailing through the air in my lacey black bra and panties.

“You wanted all of me, warned you. I’m dominant in the bedroom. Sexy as fuck you ripping my shirt off. Might let you do it again. But only if I say so.”

He waited for me to give him the words, therefore, I didn’t delay, “Know all of that. Want you. Only you.”

“Say stop, and I’ll stop. Might kill me, but I will.”

Giving him the words, I said, “I know Marcus. I trust you.”

“Hands, either side of you, flat on the bed. Don’t move them for nothing. No matter fucking what.”

I nodded, “Got you, Marcus.”

Then, I placed my hands flat atop his grey duvet, and then my back rose off the bed… he had lowered one of the cups from my bra to expose my nipple.

I was already seeing stars and knew that most women would have said, if I’d known this was waiting for me, I never would have waited like I did. But I wasn’t them. And they weren’t Marcus.

You’re damn right I would have waited for him, no matter how long it took for him to get to me, and even more so when he showed the same attention to my other nipple.

And then… as his mouth worked, I felt his hand sliding down my belly, slipping into my panties… and then… well… I forgot how to breathe as his finger rolled over the most hidden part of me.

He let go of my nipple, looked up at me, grinned, and then slowly worked his way down my body, all the while I fought control over my hands that wanted nothing more than to run them all over his body.

How did my underwear come off?

He removed them with his teeth, pulling them down my legs, his finger circling my clit now, and then I let out a mew.

“Don’t you dare come until my mouth is on you Shortcake. Only place that goes is in my mouth or on my cock. Nowhere fucking else.” And then before I could say a word, his mouth was there instead of his finger.

One, two, three, four flicks of his tongue, and my back arched.

Yes.

Delicious.

Heaven.

“Marcus,” I gasped as I felt one thick finger entering me his head was no longer where it was supposed to be. Instead, he was looking up at me, watching, taking in everything about me.

As his eyes devoured all that was his, his finger moved in and out of me, slowly.

Causing my entire body to start to heat.

Wonderful.

Miraculous.

Then… that one finger became two, and then… well… I couldn’t help myself.

My hands moved of their own accord, I needed his mouth back, his tongue back. Do close. Before they could get to his skin, he whispered dangerously, “Hands, either side of you. Don’t fucking move them.”

I didn’t hear a single word he said, I wanted more. I wanted his face pressed even further into my pussy, and my hands showed that they were of the same accord.

Just as my fingers brushed his skin, he whispered, “Oh, my girl wants to be bad? Is that right?”

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