Now, he wanted to flood her asshole.
Petal made him very possessive, and he wanted to mark her, fill her with his scent, so every single man that came into contact with her would know he was the one who fucked her. Crazy how he felt, but that was what he wanted more than anything.
She tensed up again as he placed the tip of his very large cock against her anus.
“Keep playing with your pussy. Don’t stop. Relax.”
He knew it was hard for her, but he took his time, pressing the tip of his cock into her ass and slowly pushing more inside her. She didn’t stop working her clit, and he slowly rocked within her, letting her get accustomed to the new feelings.
Her ass was even tighter than her pussy.
Marco held onto her hips, squeezing as she finally took all of him inside her. They fit perfectly together.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, leaning over her and brushing his lips against her neck.
“Full.”
“Is it too painful? Do you want me to stop?” He didn’t want to, but if she couldn’t handle it anymore, he’d stop for her. He wanted her to enjoy this, not to hate it.
“No, don’t stop. It’s weird but not too bad.”
“You can handle it?”
“I can handle whatever you want to give me.”
“That’s my girl,” he said. He bit down on her neck, knowing how much she loved him doing that. He licked over her pulse to soothe out the bite of pain. “I want you to come for me. Come on my cock and then I’ll fuck this ass just the way you want me to.”
She worked her clit, and he heard the wet sounds from her touches. He loved her needs and desires. They matched his own, and she never said no to anything. She wasn’t afraid to either. He didn’t want a submissive doll. Petal was more than he could have ever hoped her. He adored her fire and passion.
Her body though—she was fucking stunning. He’d always had a thing for curvy women, but Petal, she was everything to him.
“I’m going to come!”
“Do it. On my cock.”
She cried out, and he groaned, feeling her ass squeeze him tighter in time to the pulse of her orgasm.
It was amazing, and even before she came down from her peak, he was thrusting inside her asshole.
He continued to kiss her neck, driving her arousal higher as he fucked her anus.
Petal started to push onto his dick, taking more of him inside her. He didn’t lose control as this was her first time and he intended to spend a lot of time working her ass, playing her, pleasing her, fucking her.
Whenever he thought about the future, he always came back to her. Their time together.
Marco knew he was in love with her and had been for a couple of years now but had never given himself the chance to truly show it. She was his world, and now he couldn’t think of having a day without her in it.
She was more than a mistress, more than a fuck. She was everything.
He came hard inside her ass, wrapping his arms around her, knowing he couldn’t let her go. He didn’t want to.
Chapter Seven
“You seem happy enough,” her mother said.
Petal glanced over at her mother. Marco had business to do, and much to her surprise, he’d taken her along with him. She pushed some of her hair out, accepting the drink of water. Her stomach had been a little off the past couple of days.
She’d been with Marco nearly two months now. He did still have to leave her, but he didn’t take weeks, like he did in the early days of their relationship. Each night, he came back to her, no matter how late it was.
“I am happy,” she said.
“I’m glad. I was shocked when your father made the agreement with Marco, but that’s your father. I know you’ll be a good girl. You always have been. I did expect Marco’s tastes to be a little different.”
Her mother liked to constantly point out Petal wasn’t like other women. She didn’t have a stick-thin frame, and her curves were just too obvious.
“Marco likes me the way I am, and I like me. I’m happy. He makes me so happy, and I know I make him so.”
“Yes, I did notice. In all the years Marco has been coming here, I’ve never seen him smile. Today was the first time. You’re good for him.”
Her mother loved her in her own way. She just had a set of beliefs, and one of those was men didn’t like a curvy woman.
Marco loved her curves, and what was more, she loved her own curves.
“I need something to eat,” she said. Her stomach was really giving her a few problems.
“There’s some salad in the fridge.”
Petal stood up and paused as a wave of dizziness swept over her. The floor started to sway. She took a step, and as she did, everything went dark.