She did as follow and cupped her breasts together. He climbed on top of her, resting on his knees. He placed his cock between her boobs and began to fuck them. She leaned out her tongue, licking parts of his dick when it slid in front of her tongue.
“Yes, baby, fuck my tits. Fuck my tits harder!’’
He dug his hands in her hair, using them as a support as he grew manic over her tits, feeling their soft skin against his shaft.
“Open your mouth. Blow me,’’ he ordered.
She laid flat on her back as he fucked in and out of her mouth. Her warm saliva enveloped the shaft of his penis, sending shivers down his spine.
She was hungry and eager to have his erection inside her mouth. The angle brought it directly to her throat; she had all of it inside her mouth. She devoured the taste, the precum, and the sturdiness.
‘’Fuck! I’m going to cum!’ Marco announced, out of breath.
“Cum in my mouth, Marco. Please, Baby.’’
Marco immediately placed her on the floor and sat on the front of the bed. She positioned herself on all fours, her mouth sucking all of his penis, she moved up and down, using her fingers for help.
Her mouth gained speed guided by his hand, moving her sideways and upside down.
“Do it for me, baby, make me cum.’’
She took it all in, and his cock dived into her throat, she didn’t pull it out. He could feel his penis bathing in wet saliva from top to bottom. He couldn’t control it any longer.
He cried out as he released.
“Fuck, Fuck Amelia.’’ he moaned.
He kissed her mouth dry, he was done, but she wasn’t. He pushed her on the bed. He then rammed a finger inside her vagina, aggressively pushing and pulling inside her.
She gasped and pulled on his hair. He began rubbing her clit sideways, to increase its wetness.
“I’m going to go crazy, Marco.’’
“I would like that.’’
He sucked on her clit and rubbed against her G spot, eating her, and fingering her at the same time. He pressed his lips around her clit, placing pressure on it while inserting more fingers inside her.
Her legs hugged his face, resisting the orgasm until she wailed and squirted all over his face and fingers. Her legs were shivering by the time he was done.
Chapter 10
Amelia curled her body into a ball on the sofa and silently watched Marco gather his weapons.
Energy burned through room around Marco as he swiftly paced, strapping sharp blades into several crevices of his incredible body under his clothing. These included the back of his neck, beneath his feet, and one at each wrist. Finally, he slid a long, curved one at the waist.
His golden morning star, however, went deep into his pant pockets.
“You cut too deep!” Amelia sprang out of the sofa, rushing to his side, and examined his hand under the light.
Marco tested the sharpness of the blade by running it along the length of his palm, while Amelia had agonizingly observed. The blood was trickling down his fingers in tiny drops. However, this time the blood seeped out thick and rich and a little too much.
“It’s alright, Amelia,” Marco said lightly, “our skin heals quite fast.”
And as absurd as it may sound, it was true. For even beneath the pale lamplight, Amelia could easily discern his pearl-white skin stitching back together, the blood flow ceasing, and a narrow scar magically appearing in its place. She caressed the edges of it, and Marco winced. There were so many more. Thin scars were crisscrossing the back of his hand.
Amelia glanced up, his hand pressed to her chest and caught him gazing back. His deep blue eyes were reflecting a vast stretch of the night sky.
Marco lifted her off the floor; her small body lost within his hardened arms. His mouth crashed into hers and Amelia kissed him back. It was so alive, so full of energy and meaning that she didn’t want it to end. Didn’t want it to be their last.
