“Please, Mark,” I said in a choked whisper. If I spoke any louder, he’d hear my voice cracking with the realization this was it. And I wasn’t ready to give him up.
I’d never be ready.
“Tell me you want my cock bare, Jenna,” he growled, continuing his slow torture up and down my slit. The anger in his voice was gone, replaced with cracked, consuming lust that matched mine.
“I’m safe, and I’m on the—”
“That’s not what I fucking asked. Tell me you want me like this, no barriers, nothing between us. Just you and me. Like it should be.”
Yes.I wanted to feel him, all of him—nothing but his thick shaft filling me, owning me.
“Yes. Please. Fuck me bare. Let me show you how sweetly I can grip your thick cock.”
He gripped himself again and ran his length through my folds, getting himself nice and wet and prolonging the pleasure and torturing me at the same time.
“I know you will, baby—my Jenna. I’ll give you what we need. You know I will.”
I felt the head of his cock at my entrance as his fingers danced over my hips. Then he gripped them and thrust in with one hard stroke.
Bliss.
There was nothing, nothing, like feeling him in me bare, nothing but his slick, velvet cock plunging in and out. I gripped onto the back of the couch like it was my lifeline and let the sensations wash over me, throwing my head back and moaning.
He set a punishing pace, grunting with every thrust and giving me everything I needed. His cock stretched me open, bordering between pleasure and pain, but he kept thrusting, grinding, slamming into me over and over. I closed my eyes, determined to hold back the tears threatening to cascade down my face. Because he felt too good, he felt too real.
It was better than I could have imagined, better than anything I’d felt before—he relentlessly pounded into me without a hint of slowing down. I knew his fingers were leaving bruising marks on my hips, but I was glad. I wanted his mark, wanted the reminder of how he felt. The slap of his balls on my pussy…the friction was almost too much. I could feel myself racing toward orgasm.
It was too soon.
I didn’t want this to end.
This was too good.
He was too good. I leaned my head back and took a deep breath as he slammed into me again.
“Give it to me, Jenna. Don’t hold back. Give me what I need.”
“Don’t stop,” I panted. Each word was punctured with a breath and a thrust, and I knew as my body tightened around him, the spiraling orgasm I was heading toward was rapidly approaching the point of no return. I hoped he could feel me because I wanted to jump over this cliff together. I wanted to freefall into oblivion with him.
With Mark.
“I feel you, baby,” he growled. “I’m there too.” He released one hip and snaked a hand between my legs to rub my clit.
I threw my head back and exploded into nothing. Spots danced in my vision, and I screamed his name, feeling his cock swell impressively inside me before he painted my inner walls with his release. There was no finesse, no gentle movements. Only violent, shaky, breathless grunts and thrusts as a riptide of waves rolled across our bodies. Tears streamed down my face, and my knees were trembling, but I kept coming. Like my body knew this was it and was determined to wring every single drop of pleasure from me.
He slowed his movements, and I lowered my head to rest my cheek on the back of the couch. The silence was deafening. There was nothing but our shaky breaths and rapid heartbeats. Mark took a step back, and his cock slid out of me, coating the inside of my thighs with his come. With that one step, I felt walls erecting between us, and I wanted to turn around and pull him to me, begging him to stay, but I wouldn’t.
My hair was plastered to the side of my face as I rose up and furiously wiped my eyes before I turned around, falling back on the couch with my leggings still around my ankles. I kicked them off and pulled my knees to my chest, looking up to see Mark towering over me and breathing hard.
His eyes were glassy, and a sheen of sweat covered his forehead and matted his blonde hair to his chest.
“Do you feel better?” he asked as his eyes roamed over my body.
No. Because I’m going to lose you, and it’s going to break me.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
