“So fucking good, Bex. Mmm,” Nick murmurs against the inside of my thigh now. A firm hand grasps my hip and pulls me down onto the coffee table. Leaning back on my elbows, I watch as Nick stands to his full height.
Taking my foot, Nick finds each mark and has his way with me. By the time he gets to my lace-clad pussy, he’s blowing a breath of hot air over it, making me squirm.
“All these marks, Bex.” Nick shifts direction and sucks a bruising kiss into the soft skin at my breast.
“Gah!”
“Mine,” he growls. He nips again. “Fucking mine.”
The possessiveness in his voice is overwhelming. “Yours, Nick. Mark me.”
Firm hands push my legs apart as he breathes me in. “Is there a mark waiting here for me?” He brushes his nose over my clit, not moving the fabric of my thong.
“Why don’t you take them off and find out?” I tease.
Grabbing the edge with his teeth, Nick pulls the flimsy material off and tosses it behind him. Being bare like this for him is intoxicating.
“Do you know how sexy you look like this?” Nick stuffs his hand into his pants and pulls himself out. I lick my lips as hegives himself a solid stroke. “Laid out like this for me. My bite marks all over you. Fuck, I could come just like this.”
“No,” I bite out. “You are not coming unless you are inside me. Now, Mr. Brooks-Young, I believe you have another mark to find.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Dropping to his knees, Nick pulls my ass to the edge of the table and licks a stripe up my pussy. His tongue swirls through the wetness before licking off the chocolate just above my clit.
“Do you know how delectable you are? Your pussy and this chocolate? Heaven.”
Nick dives back down and buries himself between my legs. Every nip and suck has me plunging further into the abyss of pleasure.
“God, Nick. I want to come. I need you inside me. Now,” I command.
Shoving a hand into his pants pocket, he pulls out a condom and makes quick work of rolling it over his hard length.
“I could get used to this,” I breathe out. “You at my every command.”
Nick shucks the rest of his clothes before settling his weight over me. His cock lines up perfectly with my pussy as he gives a few pumps of his hips. “You mean me worshipping you, Bex? Worshipping at your feet like you deserve? I’ll never want to stop this. Never.”
Slotting the head of his dick against my opening, Nick pushes inside, slow and steady. Inch by inch, he fills and stretches me. I dig my nails into his back and my heels into his ass to draw him in closer.
I want to feel him everywhere. Not only the bite marks on my skin, but to etch him even deeper inside of me. A place I already know he will be for a very long time.
“Bex.” Nick drops his forehead to mine, looking down at where he’s entered me. “You look so good with me inside you.”
“Fuck me, Nick. Hard.”
Capturing my lips in a steamy kiss, Nick sets an unrelenting pace. The wood of the coffee table digs into my back. The bite of pain has me squeezing down on his cock with every punch of his hips filling me up.
Nick tears his lips from mine, shifting my hips up to deepen the angle. Seeing him tower over me as he holds me up throws me over the cliff.
Wave after wave of pleasure courses through me as I shout my release. His growls and moans have him picking up the pace. The heat surrounding us draws out every ounce of my orgasm. Sweat clings to my skin as my body floats through the best release I’ve ever felt.
“Bexley!” Nick shouts, tossing his head back as he fills the condom. His fingers are bruising on my hips as he continues pumping inside me through his own orgasm.
The pulsing beat in his neck is a rapid tattoo matching my own. Dropping my legs, Nick scoops me into his arms and settles us onto the couch.
We’re still connected, and this tender moment after what we just did has me burrowing deeper into his hold. I’ve never felt as safe as I do in Nick’s arms. This man has marked his claim on me, and I never want to relinquish it to another soul.
Nick peppers me with kisses as he cups my chin and pulls my focus to him.
