She was quietly panting now, her nails digging into his arms, but she didn’t rip her gaze from his. Unable to speak another word, Mack drew out, her tight pussy clenching, trying to keep him inside. If he weren’t careful, his own orgasm would precede hers. Now, moving just as slowly, Mack worked himself back in, wanting to drive her over the edge.
Marley planted her feet on the ground and shoved up, trying to take even more of him. Mack kept his arms on either side of her head as he began to rock in and out, clenching his teeth to remain in control. Marley didn’t bother. She writhed around and clawed and scratched at him, showing him how much she loved every second.
“Mack, harder.”
He squeezed his hands into tight fists. “No. I want to make this good for you.”
Marley flung her head to the side to try to arch up again, but he pinned her to the ground with his hips.
“You will make it good. But I need it harder, Mack. I need to feel your strength. Please, I’m so close.”
Her plea unraveled his last thread of restraint, and Mack pulled out and plunged inside her with a loud groan. Marley met him equally as hard and he took her like his soul had been crying out for him to do, with primal thrusts and deep growls.
“Mack, I need you now!” Marley exploded, clenching and spasming with her orgasm. Mack continued to drive into her over and over.
Fuck, he couldn’t hold on. He couldn’t hold back.
“Marley!” Mack’s balls drew up and he exploded, unloading inside her, feeling a sweet ungodly pleasure that made his toes curl and his heart stop beating in his chest.
Marley threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her.
It was all Mack could do not to crush her beneath him. Dear God, he couldn’t move. His intention had been to solely focus on her pleasure, but it had backfired and now he was unable to do anything. Eventually Mack became aware of Marley butterflying soft kisses on his face as she traced soothing circles on his shoulders and back. At some point she wrapped her legs around his hips.
He thought he loved her.
Unable to hold himself up much longer, Mack rolled onto his back, pulling Marley on top of him. He was still hard enough that his hard length stayed inside her, as if that part of him couldn’t stand to be separated from her either.
Marley continued to plant butterfly kisses on his face and he lay there, basking in her glorious touch, her womb quaking around him.
Her hips were rocking gently, her nipples scraping over his chest. Marley took his lips in a gentle kiss.
“I want more, Mack.”
As he stared at her and at the open longing and need in her face, he realized that hedidlove her. It didn’t matter that they’d only met the day before. He knew it like he knew the sun rose in the east and set in the west. And he would do anything for her.
Mack settled his hands on her hips and offered her an exhausted smile even as his cock sprang back to life. “I’m all yours.”
