Page 12 of Thunder

He obeys, his tongue relentlessly flicking and swirling, sending me spiraling toward ecstasy. I can feel the heat radiating from his face against me, a stark contrast to the cool sheets beneath us. The room is filled with our ragged breaths and desperate gasps, a symphony of passion building to an explosive crescendo.

"Almost there," I pant, my grip tightening in his dark hair. "Oh, god, don't stop..."

And then it happens—a burst of pure bliss, bathing me like a tidal wave.

I cry out Marcus's name, my body trembling as he continues to pleasure me through the aftershocks. I've never felt so alive, so free.

"Thank you," I whisper, my voice raw and breathless as I finally lift myself off him. His face is slick with my arousal, his eyes glazed with satisfaction. The sight of him like this, tied up and used for my pleasure, only serves to fuel my desire for more.

I need to ride him.

"Untie me," he whispers, "and I'll fuck every one of your problems away."

"No, I don't think so," I say, my eyes locked on Marcus. His chest heaves as he catches his breath, the tattoos on his arms glistening with sweat. I can't help but feel a surge of power, knowing that I am in control of this wild, untamed man. Tonight is all about taking what I want. "But you're still going to fuck me. And I promise you'll love the outcome."

I crawl down his body, taking my time to rub my skin against his, to touch, to feel, to explore every muscular, tattooed inch of him, all while his thick cock pulses with a desperate need.

Finally, I position myself where I want to be.

"Are you ready?" I ask, straddling him, feeling his hard cock press against me.

He nods, his piercing green eyes burning with desire.

"Then you may fuck me," I pronounce, lowering myself onto him.

The sensation is intense, filling me completely. I ride him, rocking my hips back and forth, reveling in the pleasure that courses through me.

"Harder," I gasp, my nails digging into his chest. "I want it harder." Marcus complies, thrusting up into me with a fierceness that leaves me breathless. I slap him, my hand stinging from the impact. "That's it, make me feel it."

"God fucking damn, Lia. Your pussy is so tight," he groans, struggling to keep up with my tempo. My body trembles with anticipation for the climax I know is coming.

"Remember," I warn, slapping him again, "you can't cum until I do."

The thought of controlling Marcus's orgasm sends a thrill down my spine.

He’s all mine tonight.

"Understood," he pants, beads of sweat dripping down his face. The room smells of sex and lust, our bodies moving in sync as we push each other to new heights.

"Marcus," I moan, feeling the pressure building within me. "I'm so close."

"Me too," he grunts, his voice strained. "Just a little longer..."

"Right there," I scream, the wave of pleasure crashing over me. My vision blurs, my body convulsing around him.

And then, as if on cue, Marcus releases, his body shuddering beneath me.

I feel it as it fills me. I revel in every drop inside me.

"Fuck," he gasps, his head falling back against the pillow. I collapse onto him, my body spent and quivering from the intensity of our passion. We lie there, chests heaving, limbs entwined, basking in the aftermath.

"Amazing. Exactly what I needed," I whisper, still trying to catch my breath. Marcus hums in agreement, his calloused hand gently stroking my hair. In this moment, we are both lost in the ecstasy we've created, two souls connected by our most primal desires.

And for tonight, that's enough.

I've got what I wanted, and so I move.

I press my lips against Marcus', tasting sweat and desire in our passionate embrace. His green eyes hold mine, the intensity of our shared experience clear within their depths. I don't want to let him go, but I know that's what I must do.

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