Page 65 of DeLucas After Dark

“What the hell?”

“Relax, baby. I’m taking your stress into my body,” Marco says, working his hands further up my thighs.

“How did you get in here?”

Ignoring me, his large hands grip my butt muscles and work them over so well I can’t help but lay down again and relax.

The music, the scents, and the feel of Marco’s hands on my body are the perfect stress reliever. When his fingers stop working, I listen closely to figure out what he’s doing as I hear his footsteps recede.

He locks the door and then returns to me and works my other leg before returning to that pleasant space between my thighs. His fingers lightly brush me, and my pussy pulses wanting him to do more, but I don’t move.

“Relax, baby. You’re at my mercy,” his deep voice grumbles.

Lord have mercy, and what great mercy it is, I think, when his thumb slips inside of my ass and works it over. A soft moan escapes me as he continues to work it while his other hand drizzles peppermint-scented oil over my back.

Marco’s tongue is a sensual contrast against the cool tingle of the peppermint as he licks down my spine, pressing his tongue against my asshole. My knuckles turn white, and my fingers redden from gripping the table so tightly.

“Damn, baby. Put me out of my misery already,” I beg.

“Every time you complain, every time you beg, I’m going to punish that ass,” he says, shoving two more fingers in my ass along with the thumb that’s already working it.

I feel the stretch, and I moan in pleasure at the heady sensation.

He removes his hand and says, “Turn over, Tesoro.”

I comply readily, not sure what he’s about to do, but I know that I’ll love it.

His fingers return to working my ass as I push my feet up on the table with me, bringing my knees to my chest.

“Unzip me,” he orders, standing by my head.

I unzip him, and I’m surprised to find that he’s gone commando. I often do that for him, but he’s never done that.

I lick my lips and moan again at the pearlescent bead of pre-ejaculate on the tip of his dick.

I angle my head and take him into my mouth as he continues fingering my ass. His pinky and index finger rub my slit while his other fingers pick up speed, drawing me close to an orgasm.

“Don’t you fucking cum until I say so. Capisci?” he orders.

“Si, capisco,” I reply, briefly pulling his dick free from my mouth to acknowledge my understanding.

Marco jerks my head up and forces himself back into my mouth and deeper into my throat. His thrusts are unapologetically brutal as he works to maintain the speed of his fingers, pillaging my ass as if I’m not already sore from the other night at the club.

“Aww, fuck, Piper. You suck dick so good. You love sucking dick, baby?”

“Grush,” I grumble, trying to say yes with a mouthful of dick, which seems to humor Marco based on the twinkle in those dark eyes.

Slob dribbles from my lips down his shaft and onto the floor. I can’t even begin to think what Aurora must be thinking about what’s happening in this room. Too late for regrets and second thoughts. We’re deep into this thing now, with his dick ravaging my throat and his fingers fucking me in the ass and pussy at a vicious pace.

Just when I’m about to cum, he removes his fingers and smacks my pussy.

“Told you not to fucking cum. I feel you tightening around my fingers,” he growls.

Tears stream from my eyes as he picks up speed. He pulls back, points at the floor, and says, “I want you on the floor, on your knees.”

He helps me off the table and onto my knees, where he clutches a fistful of my hair in a tight grip. Gripping his dick in my hands, I slowly work the head of his dick over until I work my way further and further down his shaft. I pull back and suck his balls into my mouth, alternating licking and sucking them.

Marco snatches my head back, and tears prick my eyes. “Suck this dick, PJ!”

---