“I bet that feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” he asked, his mouth by her ear, his now bare cock moving against her belly. The feel of the slickened tip had her mewling.
“Yes,” she moaned that one word out.
He pulled back and looked at her face.
“I fucking love you.”
“I love you too,” she said on a whisper.
He groaned and kissed her hard, possessively. He used his body to spread her legs wide, and she wrapped them around his waist for stability. Arms around his neck and hands gripping the short strands of his hair, Maya let her head rest on the tree and closed her eyes.
He kissed her, long and deep. She wanted more action, wanted to feel the hardness of his body against the softness of hers thrusting into her, claiming her. She didn’t want to stop until they were both sated, out of breath, and she was sore between her thighs.
The command and power that poured from him were like a second entity and made her feel so feminine, submissive. He could do whatever he wanted to her, could touch her, dominate her, and control her until she couldn’t stand, let alone think straight, and it would be all because she wanted that, needed it even.
Maya was not afraid to admit she liked to be controlled sometimes, that she craved it.
He had his shirt on, still had his pants on even. The only piece of him that was exposed was his huge, monstrous cock.
“You’re mine, Maya, and it’ll always be that way,” he growled.
“Yes.” As it was, she wanted to submit to him, wanted to be helpless and at his mercy.
Marius dipped his gaze to her chest. “You’re so damn gorgeous, Maya.”
She loved how he said her name, loved the way it made her feel and had her pulse increasing. The cool air brushed along her chest, and she felt her nipples harden even further to the point they ached.
“Are you ready for me, baby?” He sounded guttural and harsh, and she had a hard time keeping her eyes open.
“I’m always ready for you, Marius.”
He tensed against her. “Damn, I love when you say that, love everything about you.”
She leaned forward and kissed him. “Fuck me, Marius.”
He groaned and dipped his head closer so he could run his tongue along her top then bottom lip.
“I want you to touch me, baby.”
She reached between their bodies right away and grabbed his big, hard, and hot dick. Her mouth dried more. Marius was a big man, and his cock was no different.
“You see what you do to me, Maya? You see how hard you make me?” He wasn’t kissing her any longer, but he still had his mouth pressed to hers. “I am so fucking hard for you, baby. I’ve never been this hard for anyone, ever wanted anyone else like I’ve wanted you.”
She could have said desperate times made things different for people, but she knew if she met him before all this, she would have still seen a man she could’ve loved.
He panted against her mouth.
“You feel hard enough to drive nails through steel.”
“I’d say that’s a pretty accurate description right now.” He groaned those words out. He thrust into her grasp, and she moaned. She felt pre-cum line the tip of his dick, smeared it around the crown with her thumb, and loved that he clenched his jaw in response.
“Fuck me, Marius,” she said for a second time. She closed her eyes, thrusting her chest out, needing some friction.
“I want you right here with me.”
“I am.” The words were breathy as they came from her. Marius went back to running his tongue over her lips, and she pressed her hand more firmly on his dick. “I really need you, Marius.”
He groaned against her mouth and in the next second was squeezing the mounds of her ass like he owned them. But he did, and every other part of her body, just like she owned him.
He pushed her hand away, and she felt him grip himself. He ran the tip of his dick over her slit.
Up and down, up and down.
She dug her nails deeper into his shoulders.
“I want to see those pretty lips of yours around my cock.”
Her mouth watered. Going immediately to her knees, wanting to do this, needing to, Maya felt her throat tighten. She clenched her thighs together as the tingling and pressure in her pussy intensified. Beads of sweat lined the length of her spine and between her breasts as her arousal climbed.
He reached out and ran his thumb along her bottom lip and gently pulled her flesh down. His lips parted as he watched the act, and when he let go of her just as gently, it was to place his hand on her shoulder.
His shaft was hard and pointing right at her face, and being this close showed the prominent veins that lined the length. She wanted that thickness in her mouth and wanted the tip hitting the back of her throat. Not thinking and just acting, she lifted her hand and cupped the heavy weight of his balls. The sound he made seemed pained but at the same time filled with pleasure.