Page 66 of DeLucas After Dark

I return to the head, working it over, encouraged by his groans of pleasure until he wants more. My man has no problem conveying what he wants in or out of the bedroom, or in this case, the massage salon.

With both hands, he grips my curls in tightly clenched fists, and he begins to fuck my face savagely, brutally, to the point that the only thing keeping me upright is his fists in my hair.

The humming in my throat is not in sync with anything as he wildly thrusts and pummels inside of me while instructing, “Don’t you fucking bite. Make sure you keep those teeth covered,” and I do, I always do.

Marco’s growling like a caged bear trapped in the wild. My hands try to maintain their grip on his shaft, but it’s impossible because he’s pumping at an erratic and reckless pace.

“Fuck, PJ!” he groans. His voice almost sounds as if he’s about to cry.

“Fuck, PJ!” he repeats. “You suck dick so fucking good. Bring a man’s enemies to his knees. You fuck—”

He doesn’t finish his sentence because he’s rendered speechless by the thick sheets of semen seeping from him down my throat. I drink it all, eager to please, ready to satiate my hunger.

My fiancé’s breathing is heavy and uneven as he tries to steady himself when he’s finished. When he finally releases his grip on my hair, he reaches down and pulls me to my feet, claiming my lips in a hungry and heated kiss.

“On the table,” he orders, his chest still heaving.

When I climb back up, he smacks my ass and says, “On your hands and knees.”

When he enters my pussy, I can already feel the soreness from what he’d started earlier, but it’s pleasant, so I welcome him inside of me with gratitude and ease.

I love it when we connect like this when his savagery overtakes my gentle spirit, and he claims me as his. My body makes room for him, allowing him to be deeply seated inside of me.

His strokes are slow and long, drawing out the pleasure as I clench all around him. Marco’s long, tapered fingers nestle into my hips as he makes his home inside of me.

When I think I can’t take anymore, he pulls out and buries his face inside my pussy, sucking, licking, and nipping it from the back. Like a feline, I arch my back with my belly low to the table, granting him ease of access.

It’s a give-and-take that I’m happy to comply with.

Marco hums, groans, and talks to me, speaking a language that my ears perceive but don’t understand; only my body is fluent in the words and sounds coming forth, and it responds accordingly.

We return to our earlier session of his fingers in my ass and his tongue and lips in and all over my pussy. Using two hands, he spreads me wider, my legs barely remaining on the table. I’m pushed from behind, and it’s only when the table rocks do I realize that he’s climbed up here with me.

“Come on, baby. Give me all that you have. Release it.”

Marco, too, is on his hands and knees, his fingers, tongue, and lips deep into their work. It doesn’t take long from this position, him behind me, face buried in my ass and pussy to make me cum.

When I’m done, he places his hands on my ass, spreading it apart. It’s not long before I feel the searing pain of his big dick pressing into my asshole.

“Told you I’d punish this ass for disobedience.”

And punish he does as he pumps me hard and fast until I’m gritting my teeth. He takes and takes until I’m begging for mercy. And miracle of miracles, I somehow manage to cum again through the pain and savagery.

When I cum this time, it’s a keening cry that I know will alert every damn body in this building to what’s going on in room two-C, though we’re in the back corner.

Everyone will know that Marco just took my body to new heights and relieved tension that the most adept masseuse can’t accomplish with fingers alone. I’ll walk out of here on shaky legs, and they’ll know that he’s the one behind that. A smile will grace my lips, and everyone will be aware that it wasn’t a good fucking alone that accomplished that.

And I won’t care.

Why?

Because I’m a thousand times more relaxed than I was when I walked in.

MARCO

I’ve got a headache the size of Texas. I seldom get headaches, but there’s a fucking knocking in my skull that’s been driving me insane for the last almost forty-eight hours. It’s been ongoing since the incident outside the bar Thursday night when some man bumped into me.

I gave my soldiers shit for even allowing anyone to get that close to me.

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