I want to ask about her smart ideas, I really do, but I want to lose myself in her again. Or rather, I want her to lose her mind over what I’m going to do to her.
“For someone who hates me, you sure talk a lot.”
“Let’s get one thing straight,” she says. “We don’t like each other. You’re pretty and you’re good at this, and you can probably charm the socks off anyone, but not me.”
I slide a finger over her clit in a circle, and she growls low, her hips moving into the touch. “Charm’s overrated. I like results.”
“Right now, I’m stuck with you in this weird fake marriage. You’re my jailer pretending to be my husband pretending to be my bodyguard. And we both know I’m walking at the end of this. When you find Daddy.”
If. “And get your stalker.”
“I’m out the door.”
“I’ll be meeting you there with your suitcase and a one-way ticket to who the fuck cares. Your point?”
“Sex.”
“You keep talking, so…” This time I push a finger into her, just a little, just to tease and make her rock and push down.
“The sex means nothing.”
“Agreed,” I say. What a deal. It’s like a dream. No strings, a little spicy hate and a lot of desire. Plus, that shit sells the marriage. To…whoever it needs to be sold to.
ThateejitLeon, for one.
I pull her head down and claim her mouth for a searing kiss. She comes in, ready, tits rubbing against me as our tongues tangle and I move both hands, pulling my finger from its teasing of her cunt, to grab her, hold her to me as I slide on the sofa, onto my back.
It’s nice and big, so I can lie down, bringing her on top of me. Because I want to taste her again, now that she’s been claimed by me in that primal way. I want that in my mouth, on my tongue, too.
“What are…?”
Her words waver, trail away, as I bring her pussy to my mouth. I pull her down by her thighs, tipping her off kilter enough she tumbles down on me, pussy smashing against me.
It’s a vision, that glimpse before I’m willingly engulfed. All that pretty pink wet flesh.
But it tastes even better.
She tastes better.
Sweet beneath my salty-bitterness. Sweet and something I’ve been craving since I first put tongue to her.
Marlowe doesn’t disappoint. She’s everything I remember, more. And I stroke my tongue over her, curling my hands on her thighs, holding her down as she shudders. She tries to escape, tries to make sure she doesn’t crush me—like she ever could—tries, I suspect, to keep control of a situation, failing epically.
I lick up her slit as I suck on her flesh, nosing against her clit. Her flesh is soft and wet and tender and I shove my tongue up into her, flicking as I go, her mewls like music.
But I can make it out through the roaring of my blood and the slamming of my heart, from the paradise I’m exploring.
I suck at her flesh, tonguing up to her clit as I slide a hand in, up between me and her cunt. I push two fingers in, right as I capture her clit, and suck it hard.
She screams, shaking, her body spasming on my fingers. As she comes, I slip down to the ground and push her already collapsing body around so her pussy is ready and waiting for me.
I drop my pants, pumping my cock as I hold her open, gazing on that soft wet, quivering pink.
“What are you doing?” she moans, her eyes glazed.
With one last pump, I line up and push into her, slow and steady, so she can feel every inch of me fill her, and I can feel that stretch of her against me. Tight, slick, perfection, and her pussy rewards the slow invasion with little tremors. When I’m in, I still, heart beating fast as I try to stop the high climb of my balls and the intense need to just fucking give in and come now.
I bend over her, kissing her ear as I thrust slow and deep into her.
