Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
We joined hands and hurried across the suite. Once we got to the main bathroom, I was in such a rush that I dumped my shaving kit into the sink to find the lube. When he picked up a condom, I turned to look at him and said, “We could skip that if you wanted to. Normally, I’d be all about it, but we talked about this. We’ve both been tested and know we’re negative, so there’s no need.”
“Are you sure?”
“Definitely.”
We ended up going at it right there in that huge, luxurious bathroom. Over the next few minutes, I helped him strip off his clothes, in between a lot of kissing, groping, and jerking each other off. Once he was naked, he picked up the lube and said, “Turn around,” as a smile played on his lips.
He worked more lube into me and slicked his cock, while I bent over and rested my elbows on the marble vanity. Then he spread my ass and pushed his tip against my hole.
Because he was so thick—and maybe because I hadn’t had sex in a while—I started to get a little panicky when he met with some resistance. I whispered, “It’s not going to fit,” and looked at him over my shoulder.
“Do you want to stop?”
“No.”
He rubbed my lower back as I concentrated on relaxing enough to let him in. At the same time, he spoke to me soothingly, offering words of encouragement. I whimpered when his tip finally slipped inside me, and I begged him, “Please go slow.”
“I will. I promise.”
He was so patient as he worked his way into me an inch at a time. When he was about halfway in, I panicked again and whispered, “You’re too big.”
“We can stop if you want to, Romy. Just say the word.”
“No! Please don’t stop.” I barely recognized my own voice. It was small and soft, and I sounded so needy.
He murmured, “Okay,” and we kept trying. I shifted a bit, widening my stance and arching my back as I rested my forehead on my folded arms. That seemed to help, and eventually I opened up enough for him to slide the rest of the way in.
I raised my head and met his gaze in the mirror when he bottomed out, and he smiled at me and said, “I knew you could do it, baby.” That was nice to hear.
Marcus ramped up gradually, slowly sliding in and out a few times before he finally started fucking me. Then his cock began grazing my prostate, and everything shifted. As pleasure replaced discomfort, I started driving myself back to meet each thrust. That prompted him to fuck me harder, which amplified the waves of pleasure that were rolling through me.
As I braced myself with one hand splayed against the mirror, I mumbled, “Feels so good.” I looked up as he took me harder still, and what I saw made my cock throb. I’d never watched myself get fucked before, and it was a huge turn-on.
At the same time, I marveled at the way both of us were transformed. I looked flushed and wild and uninhibited, panting as I drove myself onto the thick cock in my ass. And Marcus was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen—pure strength and power as he grasped my hips and thrust into me.
When he met and held my gaze, it all became even more intense. I almost didn’t know what to do with everything I felt in that moment.
But then he grasped my achingly hard cock and started jerking me off, and my focus shifted to the orgasm both of us were chasing. A minute later I cried out, thrusting my hips as I began to come. When he wrapped an arm around my chest, I grabbed onto it, as if it was the only thing keeping me from breaking into a million pieces.
Then he was coming too, slamming into my ass as a primal growl rumbled in his chest. My body shook, and I was barely aware of the fact that words were spilling from me. It sounded like someone else was repeating Marcus’s name and begging, “Make me yours.”
As all of that intense pleasure finally began to ebb, two things happened—a million emotions rushed in to fill the void left in its wake, and my legs gave out. Fortunately, Marcus had a strong grip on me, and he eased us both into a sitting position on the fluffy white bathmat before I could collapse.
With the last of my energy, I climbed onto him, straddling his lap as I buried my face in his shoulder. I was trembling, so he dragged his suit jacket over and wrapped it around me. As he held me securely, he asked, “Are you alright, baby?” I nodded, but he said, “Please look at me.”