“Yes!” she moaned. “Oh, Marc. I … I’m going to come like this. The pressure is incredible.”
“Not yet, baby. Hold it for now. I promise it will make it all the more worth it when you do finally come.” He reached around to her clit and began a series of slow, laconic circles designed to drive her insane and give her the boost she needed to fly over the edge and into the abyss with her climax.
TWENTY-ONE
ALLIE
Allie could hardly believe the pleasure Marc was giving her. Damn, if anyone would have ever told her that she’d enjoy having a cock in her ass, she would have laughed it off and called them crazy, but here she was, begging Marc to fuck her ass even harder than the pounding he was already giving her.
“God, baby,” he groaned, pulling out to the tip and slamming back into her ass.
“Yes! Please, Marc! Give it to me,” she shouted, bucking her hips back to meet each of his forceful thrusts.
“Yes! Yes!” he joined in her shouting. “Fucking, damn, baby!”
“I’m going to come, Marc, and I want you to come with me this time. Please,” she begged.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“I’m positive! Now come with me, damn it.”
Those were Allie’s last coherent words before yet another climax swept her away, mind, body, and soul. She felt as if she were floating through the stars, reaching for some unknown entity … or the missing puzzle pieces in her mind. Allie wouldn’t have had a care in the world if she had floated away into the great unknown as long as she had Marc with her and the pleasure that he gave her never stopped.
“Uh! Fuck!” Marc groaned, pumping his hips once, twice, before his seed jetted deep into her ass, and he slowed his hurried thrusts.
Allie panted for air. Her lungs were burning from the effort. It felt like she had run a fifty-mile race. Marc rolled off her and dragged her onto her side, snuggling against her. He covered her shoulder and the back of her neck with a thousand kisses. All the while praising her.
“You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”
“Is that code for thank you for the amazing roll in the sack?” she joked, needing to lighten the mood.
“Oh, yes, but so much more,” he said.
“Yeah? Care to clue me in?” she asked.
“Hold that thought for a moment,” Marc said, hopping out of bed and heading for the attached bathroom.
Watching him walk across the room and the way his ass swayed, man, she’d drop a buck in a machine for that view any day. The man truly was sex on legs. She would fight anyone who dared to disagree. And fuck, he was talented, to boot. He’d given her more orgasms than she’d ever had in a single night, and by the looks of things, he was nowhere near done with her.
Fine by me, she thought.
She heard the cabinet open, and the water turn on. After a few seconds, he returned with a damp washcloth and a dry towel.
“Here, let’s get you cleaned up a bit,” he said, gently running the washcloth between her legs, followed by the dry towel.
“Mmm,” she moaned as his fingers lingered on her folds, teasing her just slightly. Though he had just given her countless orgasms, she was already primed and ready for more. Allie didn’t know if it was Marc that had made her so wanton and feral or if it was something instinctual, but with him, she had zero inhibitions. Like nothing was off the table when it came to the pleasure he could give her. She wanted all of it. No questions asked.
“Do you want more, baby?” he asked, continuing to tease her.
“I want all of it. Everything you have to offer,” she purred, stroking his length until he was rock hard once again.
“That sounds like a tall order. It could take me a while to show you all of my tricks … an entire lifetime.”
“I just might like the sound of that. Especially if you keep giving me so many orgasms.”
“Baby, I’m full of orgasms, and they all have your name on them.” He nipped at her lips as he slid two fingers back into her pussy. “You are absolutely soaked.” He sucked in a gasp.
“I am, and it’s all for you. I want more, Marc. Do you think you’re up for it?” she asked with the shyest smile she could muster.