“Tell me how it feels.”
“It feels…” Another soft moan escapes my lips.
“Tell me,” he says into my ear. His hot breath tickles my neck, making me arch into him.
“I feel full.”
“And?” He rocks his hips harder against mine.
I can’t stop myself from moaning. I don’t want to hold back. The one thing I’ve desired for so long was freedom and I’m ready to let go.
“Tell me,” he demands.
“It feels amazing. God, it feels amazing!”
“You love my cock inside you, don’t you? You’re a dirty girl.”
“Yes,” I moan.
“A bad girl. Fuck, you’re a bad girl, aren’t you, baby?” He thrusts into me harder and harder. I grip his back, trying to keep myself steady. “Tell me you’re a bad girl.”
“I am,” I cry out. “I am.” Never has anything ever felt this right before.
Marco suddenly sits up and brings my ankles around his shoulders. In this new angle, he can sink even deeper into me. My moan fills the entire room. The sound of his body slapping against mine turns me on even more. It’s vulgar and dirty but god, it’s right.
He keeps his thrusts steady and firm, marking me with every single one of them. His hands grip my ankles like he’s scared he might lose me. I sigh when he kisses the inside of my right ankle.
“You like this, my bad girl?” he asks, fucking me harder. My hands splay out on either side of my head, letting myself get lost in the moment.
“Yes,” I moan.
“You’ve needed a good fucking for a while. Someone to put you in your place. Someone to claim you for good.”
I cry out, arching my back. “I need you closer. Please.” I sound desperate, on the verge of tears, and I don’t even care.
With a low growl, Marco lowers his body back onto mine. His thrusts start to become more frantic, like he’s losing it right along with me.
“Marco,” I gasp out. “Please. Please.” I can feel another orgasm rising inside of me. “I need… I need…”
“Come for me, my dirty girl. Come for me.” The next time he enters me fully, I let my release take me.
My moan is the loudest it’s ever been and I don’t even care. There’s no one else here to hear us. It’s just me and Marco.
Marco lets out a low groan as he finds his release next. He shudders and shakes. It’s the most open and vulnerable I’ve ever seen him.
With another groan, he slips out of me and slumps onto the bed. I stare up at the ceiling, catching my breath. My body feels tired and sore but I feel alive – truly alive – for the first time in my entire life. I never want this feeling to end.
Sitting up, I wrap my hand around his cock.
Marco hisses. “What are you doing?”
“I need you again.” I stroke him until he becomes erect. I can’t let this night end. Once morning comes, Marco could decide he doesn’t want me again. He could go after Will and then our marriage will be over. I need to make this night last as long as possible.
Once he’s fully erect, I straddle his waist.
“You really are my bad girl, aren’t you?” he asks in a soft, gentle tone as his fingers stroke my hips.
“I am.” I line his cock up to my entrance and then lower myself onto him. We both groan together.
