him. “I dream about your cock.”
“ Voglio fare l’amore con te .” His hands found my hips and he pulled me against that magnificent erection. My hips rolled against it of their own accord.
I want to make love with you , he’d said. I smiled as I kissed him and gave him my own wording. “ Ti voglio scopare .”
Marcus growled, and suddenly I was straddling his hips as he carried me toward the couch. His hands cupped my ass as he pressed my core against his. His big cock pushed against me, and my clitoris was ready for action. “I want to fuck, too. I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
My back hit the soft velvet of the couch. Marcus had it shipped from our home in Venice. He seemed to think it was the perfect size to throw down on. We’d screwed numerous times on that bad boy. He tossed me on the couch and efficiently pulled my jeans off, dragging the silky panties with it. He stood over me, still fully dressed as he looked down on my naked body. I knew what he would want, but he liked to ask for it.
“Touch yourself, my mistress,” he commanded, his eyes dark.
This was where I’d needed to be all day. I let go of all my worries and concentrated on pleasure. All that mattered was being with Marcus. Nothing else could invade my brain at this point. I let my hand wander down my belly to my plump and already ripe pussy. I spread my legs so he got a good view, letting my feet go wide. There was no room for self-consciousness between us. His need rolled off him and into me, making my blood pulse through my system in a rhythmic fashion. He wanted me more than he wanted his next breath and I responded. Arousal flooded my system.
Marcus liked to watch. He liked to know I would play just for him. My clitoris was already throbbing when I stroked my finger over it. Pure pleasure rushed through me. Something about that wave from Marcus made foreplay unnecessary. I could feel how much he wanted me, and my system replied with pulsing arousal. I was ready for him from the moment he turned his eyes my way, but he liked to play. Marcus never went directly to the point when he could draw out the sex.
“Like this?” I asked, delicately rubbing until I was breathless.
“Yes. Make yourself creamy and ripe for me.”
Not a problem. I was already there, but I made a big show for him. My finger slid over my clit and down my labia. It wasn’t like I needed more arousal. It poured out of me, and I couldn’t help pushing a finger into my pussy. It wasn’t anywhere close to what I needed. I needed his thick cock pressing in, but I would take it for now.
I fucked myself with my finger, adding another when it wasn’t quite enough. I knew how good it felt to have Marcus’s thick cock delving deep and I pulled on the memories. I remembered that first night when he’d loomed over me, his big dick piercing me. He’d thrust in and out, in and out. His hips had hammered and I’d screamed in pure pleasure.
I thought about that night as I fucked myself with those fingers. That first night had already saved me once today. I’d gone to that place in my mind when Donovan had tested me. I went there again because it had been one of the best moments of my life. I let it run along my mind, pulling me into my perfect memories.
That night, I’d spread my legs and welcomed him in. He’d moved inside me and for a moment I’d forgotten about Grayson Sloane. I’d lost myself and it had felt so good.
“Let me taste.” His commands had grown guttural. He was on the edge now. It wouldn’t take long before I had him.
I held my hand out. He drew the saturated fingers into his mouth. He sucked off the evidence of my arousal, his tongue circling the fingers and making me sigh.
Marcus groaned and his hands worked the belt at his waist. He shoved his slacks down and was on me without bothering to take off the rest of his clothes. He spread my legs. His big dick unerringly found my slit and pushed in to the hilt.
“You feel right,
“ Voglio fare l’amore con te .” His hands found my hips and he pulled me against that magnificent erection. My hips rolled against it of their own accord.
I want to make love with you , he’d said. I smiled as I kissed him and gave him my own wording. “ Ti voglio scopare .”
Marcus growled, and suddenly I was straddling his hips as he carried me toward the couch. His hands cupped my ass as he pressed my core against his. His big cock pushed against me, and my clitoris was ready for action. “I want to fuck, too. I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
My back hit the soft velvet of the couch. Marcus had it shipped from our home in Venice. He seemed to think it was the perfect size to throw down on. We’d screwed numerous times on that bad boy. He tossed me on the couch and efficiently pulled my jeans off, dragging the silky panties with it. He stood over me, still fully dressed as he looked down on my naked body. I knew what he would want, but he liked to ask for it.
“Touch yourself, my mistress,” he commanded, his eyes dark.
This was where I’d needed to be all day. I let go of all my worries and concentrated on pleasure. All that mattered was being with Marcus. Nothing else could invade my brain at this point. I let my hand wander down my belly to my plump and already ripe pussy. I spread my legs so he got a good view, letting my feet go wide. There was no room for self-consciousness between us. His need rolled off him and into me, making my blood pulse through my system in a rhythmic fashion. He wanted me more than he wanted his next breath and I responded. Arousal flooded my system.
Marcus liked to watch. He liked to know I would play just for him. My clitoris was already throbbing when I stroked my finger over it. Pure pleasure rushed through me. Something about that wave from Marcus made foreplay unnecessary. I could feel how much he wanted me, and my system replied with pulsing arousal. I was ready for him from the moment he turned his eyes my way, but he liked to play. Marcus never went directly to the point when he could draw out the sex.
“Like this?” I asked, delicately rubbing until I was breathless.
“Yes. Make yourself creamy and ripe for me.”
Not a problem. I was already there, but I made a big show for him. My finger slid over my clit and down my labia. It wasn’t like I needed more arousal. It poured out of me, and I couldn’t help pushing a finger into my pussy. It wasn’t anywhere close to what I needed. I needed his thick cock pressing in, but I would take it for now.
I fucked myself with my finger, adding another when it wasn’t quite enough. I knew how good it felt to have Marcus’s thick cock delving deep and I pulled on the memories. I remembered that first night when he’d loomed over me, his big dick piercing me. He’d thrust in and out, in and out. His hips had hammered and I’d screamed in pure pleasure.
I thought about that night as I fucked myself with those fingers. That first night had already saved me once today. I’d gone to that place in my mind when Donovan had tested me. I went there again because it had been one of the best moments of my life. I let it run along my mind, pulling me into my perfect memories.
That night, I’d spread my legs and welcomed him in. He’d moved inside me and for a moment I’d forgotten about Grayson Sloane. I’d lost myself and it had felt so good.
“Let me taste.” His commands had grown guttural. He was on the edge now. It wouldn’t take long before I had him.
I held my hand out. He drew the saturated fingers into his mouth. He sucked off the evidence of my arousal, his tongue circling the fingers and making me sigh.
Marcus groaned and his hands worked the belt at his waist. He shoved his slacks down and was on me without bothering to take off the rest of his clothes. He spread my legs. His big dick unerringly found my slit and pushed in to the hilt.
“You feel right,
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