Dani
Our lips met in a frenzied madness that I’d come to expect from Marcus, but I certainly hadn’t gotten used to the emotions.
As usual, he took control almost immediately, and I opened for him with a reckless abandon that I couldn’t deny.
Marcus was my weakness; the way he devoured me like I was the only woman in the world he wanted was way too tempting for me.
I moaned as his tongue swept into my mouth with a demanding strength that overpowered my senses.
I wanted more.
I needed more.
I was beginning to crave Marcus’s touch in any way I could get it.
My fingers tightened on his hair, and I pressed my body against his, wanting to feel his hard body against mine. It was an obsession that I hadn’t been able to tame. One that I didn’t want to restrain because I knew he felt it every bit as much as I did.
By the time he lifted his head, I was frenzied. “Marcus,” I murmured against his shoulder, feeling so vulnerable that I wasn’t sure what else to say.
“You need me,” he growled, lifting my head up so I could see the intense expression on his face. “Just like I need you. We both feel it, Dani. It’s not just you.”
It was remarkable how he could put into words exactly what I was thinking, and then put me at ease with those feelings by confessing that he felt the same way. I wasn’t comfortable with my emotions being so exposed, but knowing he felt the same primal, out-of-control instincts made it easier to handle.
“I know,” I said in a muffled voice as I buried my head against his neck.
I did comprehend that it wasn’t just me, but it felt better to hear him say it.
I was disappointed when he stepped back, but my displeasure quickly turned to astonishment as he stripped off his T-shirt and tossed it to the ground. “What are you doing?”
He grinned at me, a mischievous expression that I was starting to adore. Maybe because I was pretty certain Marcus didn’t show this side of himself often.
“Getting naked,” he explained.
“Here?” I squeaked.
“Right here. Right now,” he confirmed as he started to lift my T-shirt.
“We’re outside in the rain,” I reminded him.
“I know.” He tugged on my damp shirt.
I lifted my arms and let him strip the T-shirt off. It might be raining, but it was still summer, and it was plenty warm.
“What if somebody comes?” I asked.
“Somebody is going to come,” he answered nonchalantly as he continued to strip off my garments. “Hopefully both of us,” he added.
I actually giggled as I watched him fumble with my sneakers, and I finally took pity on him by just slipping them off, and then stepped out of my jeans. “Feeling daring?” I asked as I used his shoulder to balance myself.
God, I loved this audacious side of him, his quiet confidence that he could do anything he wanted.
“Not really,” he answered as he set my clothing aside on the ground once I was naked. “We’re on my property. And I know that adding a little bit of intrigue gets you off.”
His fingers trailed up my thighs, and I gasped, feeling something akin to an electric jolt surge through my body. It wasn’t entirely comfortable, but it was arousing. “How do you know that?” I asked, already panting as his warm breath hit my naked pussy.
“Because I brought you to orgasm in a bathroom with somebody just barely out of sight,” he explained with infuriating calmness.
“I was—” My voice cut out, and I completely forgot about protesting as Marcus’s hands landed on my ass and his tongue speared through the pink flesh that was right in front of his face.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, and then drew a sharp breath as that slick mouth started to mercilessly devour me.
I plunged my fingers into his wet hair, needing some kind of balance and sanity where there was none. I came undone as Marcus meticulously started his sensual campaign to drive me insane.
He drew my leg over his shoulder, forcing me to use the tree to keep myself upright, and to grip his scalp harder.
When Marcus demanded, I was nearly helpless not to respond.
He delved deeper into my pussy, his mouth, tongue, and nose all stimulating my sensitized flesh. His tongue lashed at my clit, and I trembled with need. My nude body was getting pelted by rain, and the most beautiful man on the planet was enthusiastically consuming my pussy like it was the only thing he needed for sustenance. It was the most erotic sensation I’d ever experienced.
I closed my eyes and drew my hands from his hair and then lifted them to grapple for a hold, finding it as I clutched the rough bark over my head.
Marcus teased, and then attacked. Savored, and then devoured with a hunger that seemed insatiable.
“Please make me come,” I pleaded, my body quivering with the need to orgasm.
But he knew how to keep me from tumbling over the edge, to balance on a razor’s edge, and it made me crazy. I’d start feeling the peak coming, and then he’d back off just enough to stop it from happening. Marcus was a master at forcing me into a state of desperate need.
“Marcus!” I screamed, not caring who might hear it. I had to come.
I tilted my head back as I felt the next wave building, Marcus burying his face in my pussy harder than he had before. Droplets of water from the sky continued to roll over my face and breasts, but I welcomed the sensual sensation. I was so lost in the pleasure of Marcus’s mouth on my core that I couldn’t think about anything else.
My fingers were gripped so tightly to the rough tree bark that I knew they were probably bleeding, but it didn’t matter. I was completely focused on my need for release.
“Now,” I demanded, but there was a needy tone in the command.
My climax washed over me so abruptly and forcefully that it was almost scary. I let out a moan of release and satisfaction, my body shaking as it was pounded by wave after wave of sensation. My orgasm was intense, and Marcus continued to lick and nip at the tender flesh, milking every ounce of pleasure he could from me, seemingly ravenous for every drop of my juices he could lap from between my thighs.
I panted as I tried to recover, my legs weak as Marcus gently placed my foot back on the ground.
“I hate it when you do that,” I said breathlessly as he straightened and I wrapped my arms around him.
“No, you don’t,” he answered hoarsely. “You love it.”
Lord help me, but he was probably right. I loved the anticipation, and the enormous release that only he had ever given me. Or maybe I had some kind of love/hate relationship with it. I loved the climax, but I hated the torment.
I love you.
In my emotional state, I wanted like crazy to say those words out loud, but I bit my lip to keep from crying them out.
“Maybe I like it a little,” I admitted.
He pushed my hair back from my face. “You’re wet,” he said gravely. “Are you cold?”
“Are you kidding?” I snorted.
“Just checking.”
I ran my hands down his muscular back, and they glided smoothly over the slickness of his skin. “Fuck me, Marcus. I need to feel you inside me.”
He moved back enough to cup my breasts, teasing the saturated nipples with his thumbs. “I just want to watch you for a minute,” he replied.
My eyes rose to meet his tumultuous gaze. “Why?”
“Because you look so damn beautiful right after you come. I like knowing that I was the guy who put that expression on your face,” he answered covetously.
“Do I look ridiculous?” I asked hesitantly, not knowing that I had that look.
He lightly pinched my pebbled nipples and then ran a soothing circle over them slowly. I closed my eyes to absorb the pleasure/pain sensation as he repeated it over and over again.
He leaned forward and kissed my slippery lips before he said gruffly, “Hell, no. You don’t look ridiculous. You look like you’re fucking mine.”
I moved my hands up his back and speared my hands into his damp hair. I had the same possessive emotions that he did, but it still clawed at my heart when he said something that sounded like he was claiming me. It felt primitive and feral, and it made me need him with a ferocity that I almost couldn’t bear.
I reached down and fumbled with the zipper and button on his jeans. I needed him to fuck me so hard that I felt like we were somehow connected.
When my fingers finally brought out his enormous cock, I swiped the bead of moisture from the tip before the rain could wash it away and then brought it to my lips, watching his silver eyes glint with an emotion I couldn’t name as I put my finger in my mouth and sucked it right in front of his face.
“I love the way you taste,” I said in a sultry tone.
“Ditto,” he answered in an aroused, raw, masculine voice as he lowered his head and met my lips.
I savored the taste of us together as he ravaged my mouth. It was dirty, but so damn intoxicating that I was clamoring for more.
I’d never really tapped into the sexual side of me until I met Marcus.
My hands slid down to grasp his cock, feeling it pulsate in my palm.
We were both soaking wet, and the rain was getting heavier, but Marcus and I were too lost in each other to give a damn.
When his mouth released mine, we were both panting. I savored the carnal look on his face as my palm slid over and over his cock in such a furious pace that he grabbed my wrist.
“Don’t,” he demanded. “I don’t have a lot of patience left anymore.”
“Then give us both what we need. Fuck me.”
“I don’t just need it, Danica. I have to have you,” he said fiercely, his eyes molten with desire.
“Oh, God, Marcus. Sometimes I don’t know how to handle this,” I said, gasping for air as I yanked my wrist from his grip and wrapped it back around his neck.
I felt consumed.
I felt overwhelmed.
And the razor-sharp desire that was eating me whole was so confusing.
“Then don’t think,” he rumbled, pulling back for a moment to turn my body until my back was against his front, and he took advantage of the position by continuing his assault on my breasts. “Just let me fuck you,” he added.
Every time his fingers tightened and released my tormented nipples, I let out a tiny gasp. His every touch was setting my whole world on fire.
He bent me over, helping me find my grip on the tree. His hands slid down between my thighs, urging me to part my legs more. I took a wider stance as I felt his eager cock press against the cheeks of my ass as he gripped my hips.
The ground around the tree sloped, putting him in the perfect position behind me. I waited, my head down and my drenched hair falling into my face again as I silently begged for him to fill me. The empty space inside me was demanding to be filled by Marcus.
When he surged forward, he wasn’t gentle, and it was the first time he’d fucked me in this position. I wasn’t used to the depth, and I squeaked as my tight muscles gave to allow him deep inside my slick sheath.
Right now, I needed Marcus’s ferocity. He’d been careful and slow every time before today, probably because of my history of rape. But my body craved him, and there wasn’t a single ounce of fear inside me. All I wanted was for him to take me hot and hard.
“Yes,” I encouraged as my muscles relaxed and let him invade me until he was buried to his balls.
He leaned over my back, talking roughly into my ear, “Do you want it hard, baby?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“Can you handle it?”
“Yes!” I was about to lose it. I needed him pounding into me before I went out of my mind.
He licked the raindrops off my neck, and then his teeth clamped down on my sensitive skin. It didn’t hurt, but it made me even more desperate.
The heat of his chest on my back.
The way our skin slid together sensually.
The hot, dirty talk in my ear.
The sharp feel of his erotic nip to my neck.
All those things combined were a sultry feast. I shuddered with fierce desire. My entire being was clamoring for Marcus so badly I was ready to scream.
“Marcus. Please. Fuck me!”
He straightened up without another word, pulling back and then thrusting again with the same force.
I let out a sob of relief, my hips slamming back against him, my body greedy for every powerful surge.
He started a punishing rhythm that consumed both of us. There was nothing else except the meeting of our bodies.
I relished the pummeling of his cock inside me. It satisfied me like nothing else could.
There was only Marcus, and the pounding rain.
My hands were braced hard against the tree, and the rocking motion of my hips became more and more volatile as I felt the warm coil in my belly become an inferno.
“Harder,” I moaned helplessly.
He gave me harder as he growled, “You’re mine, Danica.”
“Yes,” I agreed in a fierce tone.
Right now, he owned my soul, and I didn’t care. In fact, I was ferociously glad he did.
The coil in my stomach started to unfurl, and I braced myself for the onslaught as the sensation moved between my thighs.
Marcus took a hand from my hips and adjusted his position as he kept up his brutal pace.
I flinched in surprise as I felt his finger probing between my butt cheeks, the digit finding my anus, and our completely wet state allowing it to slide in a fraction without pain. The tight hole stretched, but he didn’t invade. He just pumped in and out at a shallow depth, matching his finger to the pounding cadence of his cock.
I imploded, the new sensation causing a pleasure so intense that I couldn’t possibly stop myself from climaxing, even if I wanted to—which I didn’t.
This time, I let go, allowing my orgasm to wash over me as I completely embraced it.
“So good,” I cried. “So damn good.”
The muscles of my channel clamped down on Marcus’s pounding cock, milking him to his own fiery release.
I absorbed the sound of his tormented groan, wallowing in it. As much as he seemed to like to watch me after I came, I loved to hear those sounds of intense relief and pleasure come from his lips.
He exited my body after a moment or two, swung me around, and wrapped his muscular arms around me. He cradled me, crooning comforting, nearly incoherent words as he stroked my saturated hair.
I let myself drown in his sweet words, feeling like the most cherished woman in the world.
When he’d recovered his breath, he did up his jeans, and he scooped me up.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Taking you home. I don’t want you to cut your foot on rocks or other stuff on the ground.”
I was barefoot. He was still wearing his boots. “You can’t carry me all the way back to the house,” I protested.
He did haul me all the way back to his house in his arms.
Granted, it was closer than I’d originally thought, but it was still far enough that no normal guy could make that trek with my weight as a burden. But when he reached the door of his home, he wasn’t even winded.
I was beginning to learn that I should never tell Marcus he couldn’t do anything, because he was stubborn enough to prove that he absolutely could.