“Again.” I cried.

But Marcus stayed buried to the hilt for a long heartbeat, letting me feel every thick inch stretching my walls. My hole gripped him like it never wanted to let go, fluttering around the fat shaft, pulsing with the need that had been building for months. 

The burn from the stretch had turned into this deep, throbbing heat that spread through my whole body. I could feel his heartbeat inside me, strong and steady.

He leaned down, kissed me slow and deep, tongue sliding against mine while he stayed perfectly still. 

I moaned into his mouth, my hips twitching, begging without words.

Then he moved.

He pulled...