“Two!” The word is ripped from him, harsh with satisfaction.
Before the last tremor fades, he flips me onto hands and knees. The couch cushions scratch my skin. He kneels behind me, one hand fisting my hair, the other spreading me wide.
“Arch that pretty back.” A dark command.
The first thrust steals my breath.
Deeper like this. God... deeper.
He sets a brutal pace, slamming into my G-spot with unerring accuracy. Each drive punches a gasp from my lungs.
Fucking... wreck me... yes yes yes—
His palm cracks against my ass. The sharp pain morphs into liquid heat that pools where we’re joined.
“What’s the count?” He bites my shoulder. “Scream it.”
I can’t. Can barely think. Syllables fracture. “M-Mar... can’t... cuh—”
He fists my hair tighter. “Louder.”
Another slap. Another piston-deep thrust. The coil snaps.
Cumming... ming—
“Three!” he roars as I clamp around him, voice raw. He pumps through my climax, dragging it out until I collapse.
He pulls out. Turns me onto my back. My legs hook over his shoulders before I register the movement. The position opens me obscenely, and his gaze scorches where we’re joined.
“Look at you.” His eyes. Reverent. Ravenous. “Taking me so well. Such a good girl.”
He sinks back in, slow, inexorable, filling me to the hilt. The eye contact is more intimate than anything before. I’m laid bare.
“Last one.” His thumb finds my clit, swollen and throbbing. “Make it filthy.”
He starts a relentless rhythm. Deep, purposeful thrusts that light every nerve. His thumb circles my clit in counterpoint. Overstimulation wars with ravenous need.
Too much... can’t—
Thoughts dissolve. Only sensations remain.
Stretch.
Burn.
Full.
Him.
My hips piston, meeting his thrusts. Sounds spill from me. Guttural, animal.
“Marco Marco Marrrrrcoooo co co co.”
His control fractures. Grunts tear from his chest.
“Gonna cum—” I choke out.
“On my cock.” His order is ragged. “Now.”
