I release him immediately. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to—"
He's gasping. Actually gasping for air. But he's also smiling. Chuckling low and rough.
"It's fine," he says, voice hoarse. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."
Enjoyed?
Is he serious?
I didn't enjoy it. I fucking loved it.
No man has ever eaten me out like that. Ever. Most barely tried, treated it like an obligation before getting to what they really wanted. None of them made me cum like Marcus just did. None of them looked at me the way he's looking at me right now, like being here with me, between my legs, tasting me, is a gift from the heavens.
He doesn't care about my extra weight. Doesn't care about the belly rolls or the soft arms or any of the things my parents and sister and every other person in my life made me feel ashamed of.
He wants me.
All of me.
Marcus gets up off his knees. My juices are coating his lips and chin. Glistening. And he looks fucking handsome. Devastating. Like some ancient god of war who decided to worship at my altar instead.
I don't waste a single second.
My legs are still trembling but I don't care. I lean forward and reach for his belt. Unbuckle it with shaking fingers. Pull at his jeans.
"Nora—" he starts.
"I want your cock inside me," I interrupt. Blunt. Shameless. "Right now."
His eyes darken. "Fuck."
He helps me, yanking his jeans down his hips. They get stuck at his ankles. Too tight, too tangled, but he forces them off. Kicks them across the room.
I bite my lower lip when I see his cock straining against his briefs. It's fucking big. Thick. Throbbing. Begging to be freed. I reach for the waistband and pull his briefs down.
His cock springs free. Dangles for just a second before pointing straight at me. Hard and ready and perfect.
I've been shy my entire life. Always the quiet one. The one who never spoke up, never asked for what she wanted, never felt comfortable enough to be sexual.
But not now.
Not when I want this so badly I can barely breathe.
"Please," I whisper. "Please put it inside me."
I move deeper into the bed. Spread my legs wide. Grip my breasts with both hands, offering myself to him completely.
I've never been this sexual with any man before. Never felt comfortable enough to be. But with Marcus, with Reckless, I know I'm safe. He'll protect me. Take care of me. Make me cum.
All in a single day.
Marcus strokes his cock. His eyes are locked on mine. He's taunting me. I make puppy eyes at him. "Please."
"You really want it, don't you?" His voice is rough. "You love my cock already."
"Yes." No hesitation. "Please, Marcus."
He groans. "Fuck, the way you say my name—"
