Authors: Faye Avalon
“I need to take a second here.” He
closed his eyes before looking down at her again. “Too damn close to
embarrassing myself and letting this be over before I get to the finish line.”
Who the hell cared? “I’ll forgive
you this once.”
He gave a self mocking laugh.
“Haven’t disgraced myself since I was sixteen and the sight of my first pussy
pushed me over the edge.”
Beth’s own breath was scratchy.
“Well you’re not sixteen anymore and I’m certainly not your first pussy. So
will you please just get on with it? I want to feel you inside me.”
She hardly got the last words out
before he drove so deep inside her she lost her breath and pushed back into the
mattress as if trying to escape his onslaught.
He pounded into her and the sound of
their flesh slapping, their desperate breaths clashing intensified the feel of
his massive cock inside her and what he was doing to her.
She was full to the brim, his cock
so hard and full she imagined there was barely a centimeter of her he didn’t
touch.
She felt herself on the edge again.
The feeling built so fast, became so intense, that with one final thrust she
came. Seconds later she felt him spurt into the condom.
“Shit.” He leaned on his elbows
above her, still buried to the hilt inside her. He closed his eyes, drew in a
couple of breaths. “I’m going to blame you for that. You’re too damn sexy.”
Beth smiled, still trying to steady
her own breath. “If you say so. But then most women are sexy with their legs
spread open.”
He opened his eyes and looked down
at her. “I do say so. And you’re not most women. Why would you even say
something like that?”
She didn’t know. It had just popped
out. She leaned up to kiss him, not wanting to let herself dwell on the reasons
behind her comment. But it was hard now that the thought was in her head. James
… and Deena.
Marco hoisted himself up and, drawing
out of her, settled beside her. “Beth?”
She turned her head to look up at
the ceiling. How could she tell him that during her marriage James had often
showered her with empty compliments? Told her she was sexy and desirable. But
they were words. Meaningless words. James had repeatedly assured her she was
sexy and that any man would desire her. That he desired her. And yet his
actions never matched those assurances. When they made love he never made her
feel special. Eventually, the times they had sex grew further and further apart
and the act itself became even more disappointing, seemingly more futile. Until
she finally discovered the real reason James couldn’t climax during those last
few months of their marriage.
He was banging her baby sister.
Chapter Six
Beth drew in a breath. Marco’s
intense and total focus on her meant he still waited for an answer. “Look,” she
said. “I get it. Men, when in the throes of sex, lose their perspective. That’s
all I meant.”
“Bullshit.”
“No it isn’t. At the moment of
climax, a man could be fucking a sack of potatoes.”
He leaned up on one elbow, narrowed
his eyes, then got off the bed. “I need to see to this,” he said sternly as he
flicked a hand at the condom still covering his cock. “Then we’re having a
conversation. Don’t go anywhere.”
“This is my bed,” she thought to
remind him as she pulled up the sheet and covered herself. “Where would I go?”
His fierce glance over his shoulder
as he headed to the bathroom might have withered a lesser woman, but those old
memories had trickled through her sex-sated brain and with them all the
feelings of hurt and humiliation had returned with a vengeance.
It was stupid, she told herself as
she watched his retreating back. Stupid to let old memories get to her when
what was happening now was so fabulous. Sex with Marco had been amazing,
stupendous, so why was she allowing the past to interfere with the present and
diminish her pleasure of it?
She should be enjoying this with
Marco, enjoying the reality of never before having such a hot, sexy man in her
bed. To her mind, James had never been a stud, even before he started fucking
her sister and no longer had any need for a wife.
Marco coming back into the bedroom
pulled her from her deliberations and Beth almost gasped at the sight of him in
all his naked masculine glory. He was well over six feet, with leanly muscled
limbs, strong abs, and a hard chest with an arrow of dark hair spearing down to
his cock. Perfection. If you didn’t count the scowl currently darkening his
face.
When he got to the bed, he tossed
back the sheet and dropped down beside Beth. He propped himself on one elbow
and fixed her with a steady gaze. “You’ve got this thing about taking
compliments. More than once you’ve thrown them back. Why don’t you tell me why?”
Determined to enjoy the moment and
her time with Marco, Beth fluttered her eyelashes. “Nothing to tell. Just don’t
take compliments very—”
“You said that I could be fucking a
sack of potatoes,” Marco cut in.
“I didn’t mean it literally.”
“Don’t be crass with me.”
Hell, she’d really upset him. “It
was a stupid thing to say. I apologize.” Since she didn’t want to get further
into this particular conversation, Beth reached down and stroked him, pleased
when he started to harden again. “Do you want to waste time talking, when we
could be doing much more interesting things?”
With deathly calm, he reached down
and removed her hand. “Much as I’d like you to continue what you’ve started,
right now I want to know why you said what you said, Beth.”
“I don’t know. It just slipped out.
I was trying to be funny.”
“Well, it backfired. Big time. You
made me sound like a hard-nosed fucking machine who didn’t give a damn about
the woman underneath me.”
Bloody hell. More than just
upsetting him, she had offended him. When really the only man her words had
been aimed at was her ex-husband.
“That wasn’t my intention. Not at
all. I don’t think you’re a hard-nosed fucking machine.” She reached out and
touched her fingers to his chest. “You certainly cared about the woman under you
tonight.”
His hand found her breast and he
brushed his thumb over her nipple.
She looked up into his eyes,
thankful to glimpse the gleam there. It looked like they were back on track,
but just to make sure she pouted. “It was pretty nice.”
He tweaked her nipple between his
thumb and forefinger making, her squeak. “Oww.”
“Nice? It was pretty
nice
?”
She wriggled against him, happily
releasing the final sliver of anxiety that she might have messed it all up.
“Well, it didn’t actually last too long, as you warned. I need more to base
things on before I can give a proper assessment.”
“Oh, yeah?”
She gave a slow nod. “Yeah.”
Watching her, he slid the hand that
had been toying with her nipple down her ribcage, over her stomach and cupped
her mound. He pressed hard, making Beth gasp, as he covered her mouth with his
for a long and lingering kiss.
Then he was on his knees, pushing
her legs open to kneel between them. The first brush of his tongue was like a
salve over her hot pussy, still recovering from the earlier delicious onslaught
of his fingers, mouth, and cock. Beth stretched like a cat as Marco lathed her
slit, pushing his tongue deep into her pussy until she felt another orgasm
knocking at the edges of her sanity.
“Oh, damn,” she gasped. “You can do
the most amazing things with your tongue.”
As if to validate her statement,
Marco pushed in deeper, adding a small wiggling movement before brushing her
clit ever so lightly.
Beth almost screamed from the
intensity of it. She reached down and grabbed at his hair, intending to make
him stop before she really did scream and have the neighbors come running. But
instead she used her hands to hold him there, spreading her legs wider to aid
his sensual attention.
She felt the orgasm build, but as if
he sensed it, Marco released her and sat back on his heels. His mouth glistened
with her juices and she felt her face heat as he slowly licked his lips.
Beth reached up for him and Marco
took her forearms. Before she knew what was happening, she was hauled across
his lap and her ass was sticking up in the air.
“What the—”
His palm came down on one of her ass
cheeks and Beth felt the warmth seep into her flesh. She grabbed the edge of
the mattress for purchase as he shifted her until her stomach cradled his cock.
He used his free hand to brush her hair away from her neck so he could lean
down to whisper in her ear. “You’re a bad girl, Beth. And sexy bad girls who
make crass comments need to be punished.”
“Marco.” His name came out on a
laugh which was half surprise, half trepidation.
In response, he pressed his hand
harder against her ass. “Nice, huh?” he said through clenched teeth. “Let’s see
if we can take this up a few notches from
nice
.”
Oh hell. What was she thinking
trying to get the better of him by teasing him like she had? Not that she had
time to deliberate further because his hand left her backside only to return a
second later with a soft slap across her tender flesh.
She gave a protesting yelp, but the
feeling wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Then his hand came down again, slightly harder
this time, and her yelp wasn’t simply one of protest. “Ouch. That hurt.”
“Want me to stop?” He rubbed the
spot he’d spanked, slow and steady so that she wanted to moan with the pleasure
of it. But she wasn’t sure she was ready for things to go further. She didn’t
know how far she’d let him go if she didn’t put a stop to this new and
overwhelming sensation right now.
“Yes. I want you to stop.”
He massaged the tender spot. “Then
say you think you’re sexy.”
“I think I’m sexy.”
“Say it again. And mean it.”
“I think I’m sexy,” she repeated,
this time with more feeling.
He slipped the hand massaging her
ass underneath until his fingers toyed with her pussy. The feeling was
exquisite. Especially when he pushed in two fingers and found what she imagined
was her G-spot.
She heard her moans fill the air as
the orgasm built so hard she didn’t care that she must look wanton and depraved
as she writhed against him and thrust her ass in the air to give him better
access to her pussy.
After a few more moments, Beth
didn’t think she could stand not to have him inside her again. “Marco, stop.
Please.”
He did, his fingers stilling inside
her. She took a couple of breaths to steady herself, then scrambled off him.
She knelt in front of him and
smiled, still trying to steady her breathing. “I want to do something.” She
placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back until he laid spread out
before her, his head almost hanging off the end of her bed.
He placed a hand underneath his
head, anchoring himself so he could watch her. His eyes were dark, slumberous.
“What did you have in mind?”
She scrambled between his legs and
placed her hands around his cock. “A little something you might enjoy.” She
bent and licked the tip of his cock, licking her lips as she tasted his pre-cum.
Tart. Salty. She licked her lips again before wrapping her mouth around the tip
and slowly taking him inside her mouth a few inches. She glanced up at his long
groan and saw his head fall back over the edge of the bed.
With her fingers firm around the
base of his erection, she took him full into her mouth and began to suck his
hard length.
“Shit, Beth.” The words came out on
a husky growl. “Fucking hell.”
Beth gripped a little harder around
the base of his cock and continued to suck him hard, drawing her mouth up his
shaft to the very tip before taking him in again, long and slow.
She loved the way his belly jumped
as she moved, the way his breath caught and shuddered.
So caught up was she in the delight
of giving him pleasure, that she was only vaguely aware that he’d hoisted
himself up and now grabbed at her hair. “You’d better stop before I lose it,”
he warned as he pulled her gently off his shaft. “This time when I’m inside
you, I plan on being there for more than five seconds.”
He shifted her and got off the bed.
He retrieved a condom from the pocket of his trousers and returned to her,
easing her underneath him.
“Do you always like to be on top?”
Marco grinned as he rolled on the
condom. “Not always.” He shifted above her, spreading her knees and bending
them, then sliding one hand underneath her ass to lift her up toward his cock.
With his free hand he positioned himself at her entrance. “Maybe I’ll let you
take a turn on top next time. But right now, I need this.”
He thrust inside her, so hard that
Beth gasped, arching her back, her throat as the sensation surged through her
and threatened to swamp her. He thrust and retreated, hard and without mercy,
over and over, until they were both on the brink again.