Prove Your Love to Me - Sexy Interracial BWWM Erotic Romance from Steam Books (2 page)

That’s when he kissed me, the kind of kiss that wants to knock you on your ass and drains you of all anger. The blood that pumped through my body was now used as fuel for the excitement I felt a swirling in my stomach; an excitement that exploded and caused my whole body to tingle as Mark wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him. His hands brushed over my dark hair as he tightened his hug and released my lips to place my head on his shoulder. 

“I love you.”  He whispered the words into my ears as his hands rolled over onto my back.

I instantly forgave him, instantly forgot about all my doubts and worries and just as I kicked out the thoughts of his dishonesty I put my foot out and kicked the door shut behind me, leaving myself and Mark alone in the bedroom of someone who’d probably hate me. 

I wanted to him to prove his love to me, wanted him to make his love known to me. I wanted it right now. I threw his body back onto the sheets and crawled up on top of him, licking up his neck and over to his mouth as I felt his manhood harden beneath me instantly. Ripping open my shirt, I grabbed his head and rammed it into my bare breasts, to which he responded by latching his teeth onto one of my erecting nipples and using his tongue to tease the very tip of it. 

His hands scratched down my back as he worked his muscle round and round my throbbing body and aching skin, letting go only so that he could bring his hands forward and squeeze down onto them both causing me to moan out – a moan that wouldn’t be heard over the noise of a college party; everyone was stuck in a college daze. 

I could feel his eagerness, his love and lust mixed into one causing a throbbing through the fabric that barely contained him. He pulled my legs forward causing me to sit flat in my skirt on his stiffened member which he yanked out of his briefs and held against the fabric covering my lower body. Rubbing it up and down on me as I grinded on him in response, I never should’ve doubted him; not for a minute. 

I reached down and moved the fabric over to the side so that our skin met and my body began to consume him, he sat up against the headboard as I shifted to my feet and crept down, hovering over his manhood and easing my loosening hole onto him. 

His stiff member’s pulsating waves sent shocks of pleasure roaring, cutting through me like a bolt of lightning. With inch after inch I found myself shaking more, found myself ready to buckle and fall down. 

My feet gave in, forcing me to dive through those last few inches and take the whole of his member without warning, causing him to moan out as I felt the sharp sting of pleasure hit up into what I swear was my stomach.

“Oh-“ I moaned, a guttural, animal moan.  “Oh,
Gooooddddd!”

As I faced him he began to shift his weight, lifting himself up and down, forcing me to bounce on the erect shaft that penetrated me like a knife. The fabrics of my clothes kept getting caught up in the shifting of our bodies, but Mark was enjoying himself far too much to care for it. 

He leaned in and kissed me with larger, soaked breaths, the touch of his lips enough to intoxicate me themselves. His hands roamed freely on my opened shirt as my breasts bounced inches from his face, my whole body was flung up and fell back down, each time forcing me to take every inch he had. I could feel myself leaking out onto him, which he only used to his advantage, pulling out of me only to rub himself up in the juices we’d produced for each other and then ram back inside of me, using our excitement as lube and causing the penetration to flow harder. 

Mark suddenly pulled away from me, he got me lying down across the bed so that my feet were at the headboard and ripped the skirt from me. He lay my body so that the lower half was all flesh, flesh he could use as he pleased. Getting himself out from the restriction of his briefs, he lay on top of me so that his manhood was aiming down at my lips and his mouth fell right into my throbbing lower body. 

I knew exactly what to do, an act we’d both done many times before together. Without hesitation I grabbed a hold of him and took in as much as I could – the worst thing about being on the bottom of this was that Mark had a habit of letting himself lie down; which he did. 

The entire of his shaft forced its way to the back of my throat as I felt him begin to return the favor down below. I began to choke on his member as he gnawed away at me, as he slung his tongue down into my body and licked up every last bit of excitement I spilled. He devoured me, ate into me, thrust his mouth in and out of me so hard that it banged on my spot every time; almost like he did with his manhood. 

I couldn’t focus on finishing him when I felt so close myself, he pulled back out of my throat as he felt my body tremble, felt my legs spread more as I came to breaking point. My nails digging into the sheets on either side I let out a moan in which Mark took as an opportunity to thrust right back into me. As I felt myself burst onto the bed I felt Mark’s seed shoot down into my throat, going right down with not a drop left by the time he pulled away. He loved it when I swallowed it all, and I loved how he took my essence with utmost pleasure, in a perfect circle of passion.

“I love you, too.” 

The long awaited response was spoken out as we both lay there catching our breath, my mouth filled with the sweet taste of my boyfriend and my legs trembling from the burst of excitement that sent pleasure scorching through me, a flame of passion that was now settling into ash on the bed. 

After we’d made ourselves presentable, Mark did what he implied he would, he grabbed me and paraded me around the house like I was his most prized possession. He shoved me into everyone’s face and made them take note I’d be sticking around. 

No one really caused a reaction, but you could tell who those ‘traditional’ guys were, the ones that lurked behind us, giving us shakes of disapproval. Mark told me time and time again to ignore it, and whenever they got on my nerves I just let them know that they’d never get a girl who could do what I could do to Mark – Mark completely agreed.  

Working for himself as a full-time writer, Marcus Williams is living the dream: and he wants to make his readers experience their dreams, too, particularly their fantasies.  So he's a natural fit for 
Steam Books
 Erotica & Romance, where he gets to engage his readers' minds... and, vicariously, their bodies as well.

Marcus has studied in the UK and brings a worldly approach to his work, which often feature African Americans as well as a variety of multicultural encounters.  In his stories, love and lust know no borders.

And more from Marcus Williams:

PRACTICING PLEASURE

The hospital is buzzing about the mysterious and handsome new doctor that has arrived.  Alissia, however, takes her work seriously and has no time for such gossip… until she lays her eyes on him herself.  The new doctor, James, is sexy, quiet, and reserved, and Alissia becomes infatuated, wanting to know what's on his mind.  Could it be... her?

More interracial experiences await 

in the 
BWWM: Black Women, White Men
 compilation,

available for your favorite e-Reader from Steam Books

Opposites attract, and in 'BWWM: Black Women, White Men,' there is a whole lot of attraction going on.  'BWWM: Black Women, White Men' is a scandalously sexy bundle of three interracial erotic stories from a trio of talented authors: Lauren Battiste, Jeanette Lavia, and Carly Katz.  The passion and lust between these ebony women and ivory men will leave your e-reader white-hot... no pun intended!

Please enjoy a tease from another title from Steam Books,

by Crystal White

Birds chirping and the sound of horses whinnying was what woke Luna up early the next morning. She slowly opened her eyes, taking in her surroundings. Her dress was back on and her legs had the familiar burn from good sex. 

The door was still shut and the ladder was there, but Silas was nowhere to be seen. She took a peek outside the hay door and saw him working with the cows with his shirt off. She bit her lower lip, watching his muscles ripple with every movement. Luna wasn’t sure she knew exactly what love was, but she knew what lust was and she knew that she was absolutely in lust with this man.

Silas met her eyes from across the field and he smiled. She ducked back into the hayloft, not wanting to be seen by anyone else. Luna noticed another hay door at the end of the hayloft and she headed toward it. Opening it, she saw a ladder that led to the ground, and saw the woods surrounding the property was just two feet from the ladder. She was about to go down it when Silas appeared at the bottom.

“Come on down,” he said.

She climbed down the ladder backward. A couple feet from the ground, Silas grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into him. His mouth against hers made her melt and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He backed her up into the ladder, his tongue working lazily against hers as his hand wandered up her dress. Every part of her wanted to stop him, but she did nothing, letting him slip his fingers up inside her. 

To be continued...