Page 78 of Imperfection is Beauty

He grinned, then moved up my body, his warm skin brushing over mine, “While you were watching my mouth. You’re not too sore later, I’ll eat you for my midnight snack.”

Just as the last word left his mouth, he had his lips on mine, his cock trailing between my legs, and I didn’t hesitate to kiss him back.

My tongue moved with his, tasting myself on his lips.

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead atop mine, and there he whispered, “You ready.”

“Made for you, Marcus,” I said softly as I smiled up at his handsome face.

His eyes heated, “You were made for me, yeah, but I was born for you.”

“Where are you going?” I moaned as he moved to the side of my body.

“Condom. When you’re…” Bringing my bound wrists to his face I placed two fingertips to his mouth.

“You said you were giving me all of you, right?”

He froze, and then he slowly nodded.

I swallowed, “Do you trust me?”

He swallowed in return, “Trust you more than another person on this planet.”

“Even Van?” I asked.

He nodded while staring into my eyes, allowing me to see every ounce of truth in those words, “Yeah, Shortcake. Fuck yeah.”

“I want all of you. Bare. I take my birth control pills religiously. I want nothing coming in between us.”

His voice was even more raspy when he whispered, “Do that, get inside of you, feel you, I’ll never let you go.”

“Even if you do, who says I’ll let you? Been in love with you for almost five years Marcus Winston DuPointe. You’re my pulse.”

His eyes softened as he moved his big body back atop mine, “If I’m your pulse, then my every breath is yours.”

I smiled and then placed my hands back behind my head, and just as I did that, I felt his cock move through my lips.

And then, he pressed a hot kiss on my lips, there against them, he whispered, “Eyes, Shortcake. On me. The whole time. I want you to know just who is inside your perfect fucking body I’ll never complain about dropping to my knees for.”

“Marcus, please,” I moaned against his mouth and then forgot what I was saying please for as I felt the lightest brush from his fingertips down my side.

Then I felt the head of his cock at my entrance, slowly, he started to push in, and I swear my eyes almost crossed. So did his.

He pulled out slowly, then back in.

Getting in there inch by fucking inch.

“Oh Marcus,” I moaned as he pulled out of me and then back inside of me.

“Eyes. Shortcake. Whole fucking time.” I nodded. “You ready?”

I nodded again.

“Sorry,” he whispered, just like that, he pushed past my barrier and then settled himself deeply inside of me.

His eyes were on mine, and I could tell it was taking everything not to close them. “Oh. Holy. fuck. Me. Jesus. Fucking. Christ.”

Stretching me.

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