"I'm go-ing to fuck-ing k-kill you." I can't articulate between panting and trying not to come from his damn fingers.
"Bring it on,Keller." The heat of his legs radiates against mine.
The tip of his cock rests against my ass while Marcus continues his assault on my pussy.
My eyes roll back inside my head, and a ripping sound reaches my ears. I owe Lilly a new duvet. "Are you going to finger fuck me to my orgasm, or will you use your dick like a big boy?" I'm quite proud of how well I managed to get the words out, not coming in the process.
The overstimulation stops, and his fingers are gone with lightning speed. There is no sound in the room besides my own breathing. I freeze, unable to even blink with the scarf wrapped around my head.
What is he doing?
The mattress behind me dips and—
"Ahhhhh," I cry out as Marcus enters me in one thrust. His hard length hits my insides, and my arms cave. My face impacts with a pillow, and his palm lands on the back of my head, keeping me down.
He pumps in and out with such force I turn farther into the pillow to muffle my moaning.
"Is."Thrust. "This."Thrust. "Big Boy." Thrust, thrust. "Enough for you?" His fingers curl into my hair, and he tugs, bending my head back.
I bite my bottom lip to silence myself, but it's no use. "Oh, god, yesss."
Marcus releases my strands, and both of his hands find my hips. "I didn't hear your answer, baby." He mocks me in a way that is anything but insulting. He enjoys this as much as I do.
"Har-der,Bax." My breath comes in spurts, and it's a miracle I get the words out at all.
He chuckles and slows his torturous movements. He bends down until one of his hands covers mine, and our fingers interlace. The heat of his chest burns into my back as he nuzzles my neck. His other fingers find my clit, rubbing my sensitive spot in circles. "Where have you been all my life?"
"You're going to make me come if you keep that up."
His hand disappears, and he withdraws.
"What are you doing?"
The blindfold slips off my head, and I blink.
"Turn around."
I peer behind me and find Marcus kneeling on the mattress, stroking his cock covered in my juices. My gaze dips, following his movement.
He lets go and drops to all fours, covering my backside again. "Turn, or we'll try out how much you'll like anal tonight."
He's not serious—I think—but I flip on my back, nonetheless.
Marcus's eyes shine with amusement. I kick off my leggings and widen my legs. His gaze dips to my center before he lowers himself and lines up with my entrance.
"I want to see your eyes when you come this time." He places a gentle kiss on my lips. "Before, though, I'm going to do something I've wanted since the laundry room."
I quirk a brow. "And what's that?" The gleam in his eyes makes my stomach flip.
Marcus slides down my body, trailing kisses along his way. When he reaches the spot between my legs, my body vibrates—literally. I have to lean my head up to be able to see him and meet his gaze. Without breaking eye contact, he leans in, and his tongue swipes across my seam.
Oh, god.
My lids flutter closed, and my hands reach up, fisting the pillows beneath my head. Stars explode as he swirls my clit.
My legs bend, pressing my heels into the mattress. "Fuck, ahhh." I have no idea where top or bottom is as my mind spins in a sexual vertigo of desire and release. My body is burning from the inside out.
Marcus hooks his arms around my thighs, applying the slightest pressure on my lower abdomen as he continues his exploration. Every time I manage to peel my eyes open, I find him watching me. He blows cool air against my overheated flesh.