“Cum for me, Jess.” His command is raw, a velvet whip in the darkness. “Let me feel you shatter.”
Oh God.
The combination of him filling me and the vibrator still humming against my clit sends me over the edge hard.
My climax tears through me, feeling like a white-hot detonation that sears every nerve. I scream his name, thrashing against the cuffs aswarmth gushes from me, soaking the sheets beneath us.
“Marco! Oh God,Marco!”
He groans at the sensation, and I can feel his huge cock pulsing inside me as he finds his own release just as quickly. My pussy is clenching against his throbbing member, but then he abruptly pulls out.
Before I can process the loss, he rips off the condom and dives between my thighs. His tongue laps hungrily at my release, drinking me down as I quiver uncontrollably beneath him.
“Sweet fucking hell,” he rasps against my soaked skin, his fingers digging into my hips. “You taste like pure candy.”
I’m still spasming when he tears open another condom, rolls it on swiftly, and slams back into me. No teasing this time. He gives me deep, punishing, jackhammer strokes that steal my breath.
“Marco Marco Marco,” I say in time to each thrust. My brain has gone numb.
The vibrator finds my clit again, and he quickly drives me to the brink.
Yes—
Yes—
Suddenly he says, “Cumagain. Now.”
Yes!
My body obeys his command and a second orgasm rips through me. There’s less gushing than before, but wetness still slicks my thighs.
He doesn’t pause, fucking me through the wet tremors until he too is quivering on top of me, and we’re cumming together.
Finally he collapses on top of me, panting.
Seeming to realize where he is, he suddenly pushes himself off me andpulls out.
He tears the condom off and buries his face between my legs. His tongue sweeps up every remaining drop of my release, humming with approval as I whimper.
“Perfect,” he growls, lapping slowly. “Every drop is mine.”
When he’s had his fill, he releases the cuffs and checks my wrists. Kisses each one gently.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Better than okay,” I manage. My voice is wrecked. “That was. Yeah. Wow.”
He laughs. The sound is warm and real and everything I didn’t know I needed.
“Stay here,” he says, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
He collects the vibrator and two condoms from the floor and then disappears into the en-suite bathroom. He returns with a warm washcloth and wipes my body clean with a gentleness that makes my chest tight.
Then he changes the pillowcases. Because of course he does. Can’t have his girlfriend sleeping on anything less than fresh linens.
Girlfriend.
Am I his girlfriend now?
