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He parted her ass with one hand. “Did you ever dream of me
playing with this beautiful hole, Hanna?” he asked, drawing his thumb away from
her pussy and pressing it against her dark butthole.

“No,” she squealed. “Oh please.”

“Please what?” Marcus asked, stilling. “Please stop? Or
please play with my ass, push your thumb inside me, prepare me for your cock?”

“Oh god.” She hardly believed that this wasn’t a dream. Was
this really happening to her?

“Which is it, Hanna? Stop? Or keep going?”

Hanna cried out, “Keep going.”

“Good girl. My good, brave girl. I’m so proud of you.”

Flushed with his praise, Hanna didn’t even have time to
worry about her ass being invaded. He pressed his thumb inside her. She gasped,
a slight burning accompanied a dark, sensual delight.

She wiggled, unbelievably wanting more.

Smack! Smack!

Hanna’s ass stung with Marcus’ sharp whacks.

“Stay still or I’ll have to restrain you.”

Her pussy flooded. Marcus chuckled. “Ooh, I see you like
that. Maybe another time. For now, you’re going to stay still while I explore
this little bottom. Damn, that’s sexy. Your cheeks are nice and pink and your
bottom is sucking me in like it was tailor-made for me. Was it, Hanna? Was this
bottom made to take me?”

Hanna couldn’t answer, her voice swept away in a sea of
need.

A smack to her stinging butt brought her back. “Answer me,”
Marcus growled.

“Yes. It was made for you. Please.”

“Shh, soon, baby,” he crooned. “I promise. Relax for me.”

Hanna made herself relax a little and he pushed deeper.

“Ahh, that feels amazing. This ass is going to be like my
own hot, snug nirvana.”

Whimpering, Hanna knew she couldn’t keep still much longer.
She needed more, so much more.

“But not tonight, you’re not ready for that.” He drew his
thumb out and she nearly cried at the loss.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay, I’m going to take care of you, I
promise.”

He rolled her onto her back and stripped off her t-shirt.
Hanna blushed, feeling more vulnerable now than she had lying over his knee
getting her butt smacked.

She covered her small breasts and drew her legs up to hide
herself.

“Oh no, there will be none of that.” He shed his boxers.
Instantly, her attention was drawn to his thick erection—flared head, the thick
shaft, heavy balls.

Fear pushed aside some of her arousal. “Umm, Marcus?”

“Shh, it’s okay.” Marcus grinned. A purely masculine smile
of pride. “Don’t you worry none, sugar, we’re going to fit together just fine.
Now I want you to reach up and grab hold of that headboard. And you’re going to
lay your legs flat on the mattress and spread them. Wide.”

“Marcus, I don’t think—”

“That’s right, you’re not to think. Just do. Now move it or
you’re going to find yourself back over my lap and I won’t go as easy on you as
I just did.”

Easy? Oh hell.

He crossed his arms over his magnificent chest, intense
satisfaction curling his lips. Damn, how could she ever deny him anything? She
slowly raised her arms and clasped hold of the metal rungs of the headboard.

“Good, now your legs. Very nice. I’m proud of you. Do you
know what I’ve dreamed about, Hanna? I’ve dreamed about watching you pleasure
yourself. About ordering you onto your knees to give me a blowjob. About
pushing you over the back of a sofa and taking you from behind. About licking
you out in the shower and then taking you up against a wall.”

Her heart raced hard and fast. She might just die of a heart
attack before he ever got around to truly touching her.

His grin was wicked. “Damn, you’re sexy. I almost don’t know
where to start. Do I kiss those lush lips of yours? Lick my way down your long,
gorgeous neck? Or should I start with your breasts? Shall I kiss them? Bite
them? Lap at them until we’re both screaming for relief?” he mused.

“Start anywhere,” she told him. “I’m on fire. I can’t take
it, please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” He lay down next to her
and cupped her breast, running his thumb over her hard nipple. His touch
instantly sent a zing of pleasure straight to her clit.

“Now, remember, Hanna, no moving. I want to touch and
explore.” His mouth surrounded her other nipple before she could protest, just
that light touch enough to have bliss sizzling through her body. Hanna
tightened her hold on the headboard. Her skin came alive in the wake of his
mouth as he tasted her lips, her throat, her breasts.

He kissed along her jaw, pausing where her pulse leapt in
her throat before continuing down her neck. He nipped at the sensitive spot
where her neck met her shoulders. Hanna jolted, zings of pleasure whipping
through her blood ferociously.

Marcus cupped her breasts, pushing them together so he could
attack both nipples at once. His tongue rasped across them, making her arch up
for more. Her pussy throbbed as he squeezed and molded her mounds. Then his
mouth bit down on one nipple, the mix of pleasure and pain a heady feeling.

Her breath came in harsh gasps as he then lapped the abused
nipple gently. He played with her until she couldn’t speak. She simply lay
there, trying to remember how to breathe.

Leaving her breasts, he worked his way down her body. “So
hot. So sexy.” He kissed her flat stomach. “Damn, I have wanted you for so
long.” He kissed each hip. “As soon as I get inside that tight pussy, I’m going
to explode.”

He pressed a kiss at the top of her slit then parted the
lips of her pussy and stared at her. His gaze drifted up over her, his eyes
filled with arousal. “Your scent is intoxicating, it’s been torturing me for
weeks. I’ve dreamed about what this pussy would look like. I didn’t even come close.
Pretty and pink. Yum.” He swiped his tongue over her folds. “Oh yeah, creamy
and sweet. Delicious.”

Moving between her spread thighs, he grabbed some pillows,
arranging them under her hips. He knelt between her legs and parted her flesh
once more, studying her with hunger. He ran his fingers over her, leaving no
part of her untouched.

“Perfect. Get comfy, baby, I’m going to be here a while.”

Lying on his stomach, he swirled his tongue around her clit and
lapped at it in long, slow swipes that had her heart pounding, her head
thrashing back and forth. Using one finger, he circled her opening.

“Oh my god,” she cried out. She’d never experienced anything
like this in her life.

“Does that feel good, Hanna?” he asked. He softly pinched
her clit between his thumb and forefinger.

Hanna panted heavily, caught up in a wild storm of need—flashes
of desire followed by thundering pleasure. Suddenly he rolled her onto her hip.

Smack!
His hand landed on her butt, making her focus
instantly on him.

“Answer me.”

Oh hell, what was the question?

“Y-yes,” she cried.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, it feels so good.”

Pleasure rushed her, overwhelming her, pushing her higher
and higher.

“Hold off, baby. Don’t come.”

What? But she was so close!

A shudder ran through her.
Tap!
Marcus smacked his
fingertips down on her clit.

“Ahh,” she cried out, on the edge of pleasure-pain. Her
pussy clenched then released. Her entire world had centered down to this. Need.
Heat. Bliss.

He smacked her again. “Hold off until I tell you to come.”
Gazing at her intently, he slowly pulled the lips of her pussy apart. He licked
her from the bottom of her folds all the way to the top before starting all
over again. Long, succulent, decadent swipes of his tongue.

“I need to come,” she cried out.

“Not quite yet. Just a bit longer. You can do it, baby.”

Could she? She wasn’t so sure. Then his tongue thrust over
her clit. Back and forth.

Heaven.

Shivers ran up and down her legs, her back. Heat pooled in
her belly, spreading out. She couldn’t hold on, she couldn’t. Her whole world
focused in on his tongue tapping a rhythm on her clit.

“Good girl. You may come.”

She exploded, disintegrating into bliss, her hips thrusting
up and down as he continued to lick at her clit.

“Oh wow, oh wow.” Her body felt like a pile of mush.

He chuckled. “Like that?”

“Oh yeah,” she panted. “That was truly amazing.”

“Good,” he told her with satisfaction. “Now for round two.”

“What? Oh,” she cried out as he tapped his tongue against
her clit. “Marcus, I can’t.”

Surely not, she couldn’t come again.

But Marcus wouldn’t take no for an answer. He played with
her, bringing her to the peak of pleasure then drawing back until she couldn’t
think, could barely breathe. He seemed to be everywhere at once. One moment he
was tweaking her nipples, the next his mouth suckled her breast while he lightly
pinched her clit. It was heaven and hell all wrapped up in one.

This time when she came, she was silent, all her energy
consumed by the fireworks shooting through her body.

When she finally mustered the energy to breathe once more,
she opened her eyes to find Marcus staring down at her through half-lidded
eyes.

He smiled. “Back, baby?” he asked.

“Y-yes,” she croaked. She glanced down at his thick
erection, saw the liquid pooling at his tip. Licking her lips, she cleared her
throat.

“Can I touch you?”

“Not this time, Hanna. You touch me and I’ll go off like a
rocket and I really want that sweet pussy surrounding me when I blow. You just
stay right where you are, looking like a content little cat.” Taking her mouth
with his, he slipped his tongue between her lips to tease and play. His lips
were warm, firm and they consumed her.

Sitting back on his haunches, he opened a drawer in the
bedside table, grabbed a condom and covered his cock in latex. Hanna stared at
his thick shaft.

“Like what you see, sugar?” he asked.

“Oh yes. Very much.”

Chuckling, he leaned over her, his hand grasping the base of
his cock. “Relax for me, baby. I’m going to take this real nice and slow.”

He licked her lips, teasing her horribly as he pushed against
her. “This might hurt, baby.”

“I know,” she told him. “Just do it.”

So he pushed forward in one firm, sure movement. Pain
slashed through her. He was huge, filling her, the feeling so foreign she
wasn’t quite sure that she liked it.

“Talk to me, Hanna. Are you okay?”

Breathing in with short, shallow breaths, Hanna opened her
eyes to stare up into his worried ones. His face showed his strain as he held
himself still, just watching her.

Wiggling, she tried to make herself more comfortable. Marcus
drew in a sharp breath. “Keep still,” he begged her.

“Sorry. I’m okay, keep going.”

He shook his head, then, leaning down, took her mouth with
his once more. By the time he drew back, pleasure had engulfed her and she was
more than ready for more.

“More.” She tilted her hips up, trying to get him to move.

Marcus stared down at her sternly. “Did I say you could
move?” he growled.

“But you’re not moving!”

“Who decides when we move, Hanna?” he asked in his deep
voice, the one guaranteed to make her stomach flutter.

“You do.”

“So are you going to lie still like a good girl or do I have
to stop and smack that already sore bottom of yours?”

Her whole body clenched, moisture flooding her pussy with
his words. “I’ll be good, I’ll be good.”

He kissed her forehead. “Believe me, this is just as
torturous for me as it is for you, but I don’t want to hurt you. You’re so
tight.”

“I can take you.”

“You were made for me, sugar,” he agreed. “Not too much
more.”

He eased deep inside her and they both sighed. There was
still some pain, but it was far outweighed by her need.

“You feel better than I ever imagined. I wish I could make
this last, but I fear it’s going to be quick.”

He pulled back before she could reassure him that it didn’t
matter. Then he drove slowly forward, each movement becoming quicker than the
last until he was fucking her with an intensity that drove her closer and
closer to another orgasm.

In. Out. Fire. Bliss. Reaching between them, his finger
stroked her clit as their bodies writhed together. Unable to keep still any
longer, she reached down with her hands, clasping on to his shoulders, needing
to anchor herself as he pushed them both higher.

Hanna wrapped her legs around his thighs, holding on for
dear life. His body flowed over hers as they danced together.

She shuddered, so close, so damn close. And this time she
wanted him there with her.

“Come with me, baby,” he rasped. “Come with me, now, come!” He
threw his head back as his cock seemed to grow impossibly larger inside her. He
tapped her clit again. Once. Twice. And she joined him, arching up, her body
ablaze, shuddering, clenching around his cock.

Marcus collapsed, quickly rolling off her.

Hanna’s body tingled—alive, buzzing, sated. Marcus had taken
her to paradise. Nothing else in the world mattered but him and how he made her
feel.

“Wow.” She cuddled into him, not caring that they were both
covered in sticky sweat.

“You can say that again, baby.” He sat up. “Stay here.” He
padded into the bathroom. When he returned, she noticed that the condom was
gone and he held a washcloth in his hand.

Marcus sat on the bed and pulled her legs apart.

“What are you doing?” she squealed, trying to close her
thighs. But he pulled her leg over his hip, easily holding her in place as he
put the warm cloth directly over her mound.

“Shh, lie still,” he told her as she tried to grab the
cloth. “Let me take care of you.”

Blushing, she lay back, letting him clean her up. Finally he
chucked the cloth away then lay down beside her, pulling her into his arms.
They lay quietly for a long moment.