Page 77 of Imperfection is Beauty

I knew I heard the words he said, but the way my body was burning up with need, everything went right over my head.

His tongue was back.

Yes.

One. Two. The… He suddenly stopped. Jackknifed off the bed and then disappeared into the closet.

What the hell?

“Marcus?” I called out, needing more. So much more.

He came back moments later with a red crimson tie, and then without a word he grabbed my hands, bound them, and then raised them atop my head and whispered, “Move them again, I’ll tan your ass.”

Oh my.

He wasn’t kidding about being dominant.

I didn’t move.

I didn’t say a word.

Hell, I didn’t even breathe, so when his mouth returned back to my clit, three fingers going in simultaneously, I tried. I tried so hard to hold it in.

But the way his dominant side excited me.

Elicited me.

I couldn’t.

He knew it.

He felt it.

Not even seconds later he whispered, “Come for me, Shortcake.”

And then… I came.

My very first orgasm was given to me by a man… a man that I planned on being in the pew every Sunday and giving thanks to the man above for making him.

He lifted from my legs, I watched enraptured as he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. I was so turned on by that, that I missed everything else that was happening.

And once he was satisfied, he stood up.

And… holy shit.

My man wasn’t endowed.

No, we was fucking gifted.

It stood tall, thick, and proud.

The head of his cock looked angry and swollen.

I tilted my head to the side, “Marcus?”

He smirked, “Yeah, it’ll fit.”

I smiled, “Good thing. Know I’m wet enough from your wicked mouth. But when did you take off your pants?”

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