Page 118 of Checkmate
Marcus growled against her ear, pulling her legs up around his waist and carrying her to the nearest wall. Pressing her against it, he grazed her neck with his teeth as he tugged and pulled at her jeans. She wound her fingers into his hair, holding him against her neck. She lifted her hips off the wall to help him with his mission to rid her of her jeans.
“I have wanted to do this for so long,” he muttered against her neck. “You smell so fucking good.”
Her heart leapt as she tugged on his hair, pulling him up and capturing his lips in a heated kiss. He pushed her jeans down. His fingers skimmed her smooth thighs as his tongue pushed between her lips to tangle with hers.
Leaving her jeans bunched around her ankles, he pushed his fingers inside her knickers, teasing along her slit. He groaned into her mouth at the wetness he found.
Erica could hardly breathe. His fingers slid inside her, first one, then two, curling against her deepest spots. After so long with only her own fingers, she craved another man’s touch. She craved Marcus. But as incredible as it felt, it wasn’t enough.
“No teasing,” she muttered against his lips. “I told you to fuck me.”
Pulling his fingers back, he fumbled with the button on his trousers and pushed them down enough to release his cock. He moved her underwear and playfully slid his member against her wetness. Teasing her sensitive spots, she got an idea of his size, and when he finally sank into her, she broke off the kiss to bite into his shoulder, stifling the groan of pure decadence.
He felt amazing. So hard, so thick. He filled her perfectly, stretching her deliciously. He moved just as she needed, with short, hard thrusts that made her tits bounce against his chest. His fingers pressed against her butt cheeks, pulling her harder onto his waiting cock as he picked up his speed. She closed her eyes, revelling in the feel of him and the pleasure of his body against hers.
And then, all too soon, it was gone.
With a deep groan, Marcus pulled out of her, his cum hitting the wall between her legs.
She felt her cheeks flush, waiting for his mumbled apologies.
This had been what she had been waiting for?
Without missing a beat, Marcus sank to his knees and buried his head between her legs.
Erica had to lean against the wall, letting it take her weight as Marcus tugged her jeans off one leg and pulled it over his shoulder. His tongue delved between her folds, tasting and exploring every inch of her. His lips teased her clit, sucking on it as his tongue lavished exquisite attention on her. Any disappointment she felt at his early finish quickly melted away.
This was a man made for eating pussy.
His fingers returned inside her, pumping until her cries echoed in the hallway. She scratched at the wall, looking for anything to grab. Her hips moved in time with his fingers, desperately seeking more of the pleasure he gave her. She settled for his hair, grabbing his locks and tugging him closer, guiding his mouth to where she needed him most.
He didn’t disappoint, moaning her name against her, the word vibrating against her clit deliciously. His fingers picked up their pace, pounding into her and curling against the sweetest spots. Her breathing grew heavier, her heart racing as she surrendered herself to him. Her mind was a haze of pleasure, her body consumed with everything he made her feel.
Her orgasm was intense, building slowly but strongly. Nothing could have prepared her for that moment as wave after wave rolled through her.
For a moment, she forgot to breathe, clinging to Marcus’ hair as her legs buckled, thankful for his hold on her. When she came, she groaned his name in a tone she didn’t recognise, and one she never expected to hear again. It was so animalistic.
So primal.
With one last lick, Marcus tugged her down to the floor, laying her flat against the rug. Electricity danced through her body as Marcus finally pulled her jeans off her ankles. He peeled her knickers down her legs, leaving her naked.
He kissed along her stomach and over her ribs. His tongue flicked out over her nipple, his fingers pinching the other. He continued his journey up her body, teeth grazing her neck until he was leaning over her, his eyes searching hers.
“You don’t think I’m finished with you, do you?” His voice was a low growl, a hint of promise in his tone. His leg nudged hers apart until he could settle between them.
She held her breath, her eyes devouring his body as he grasped his cock at the base, hard and ready once more. His eyes fixated between her legs, licking his lips. She moved her hand, running her fingers along her slit, purposefully giving him a show.
“Sexy bitch,” he muttered, watching her intently. “I won’t apologise for earlier.”
“What—”
“Apologising would mean I’m embarrassed,” he interrupted, as her fingers rubbed her clit, making him smirk. “And I’m never going to be embarrassed by how sexy I find you, how excited you make me.”
Tapping her hand away, he pushed his cock inside her in one smooth motion. Leaning over her, his stomach pressed against hers, her nipples brushing against his chest.
He kissed and teased along her neck until he could speak into her ear, his words hot and breathless. “You drive me fucking crazy, Erica.”
She closed her eyes, losing herself to the moment. She let his words wash over her as he thrust inside her, lazily, this time with long, delicious strokes.
