The Perfect Fix (Perfect Kisses #5) - Miley Maine Page 0,20
he pulls apart his trousers and yanks his boxers down. His thick throbbing erection is totally thrilling. So exciting that I have to cross my legs so he can’t see me pulsing. But my legs soon fall apart again as I watch him roll that latex over himself in a commanding and magnetic way. He looks like a fucking God right now, even more gorgeous than usual, and I absolutely can’t control myself. Marc is leaving me with no choice but to have him.
“Are you okay?” he asks me softly, in a caring manner as he grabs my ass and roughly yanks me to the edge of the table. “Are you sure about this?”
As an answer, I wrap my thighs around him and tug him closer to me with a cheeky smile playing on my lips. I pull my panties to one side and feel him teasing me, touching my entrance.
“I’m fine,” I gasp out breathlessly. “Absolutely fine. At least I will be when you’re inside of me.”
Thankfully, Marc can see that I’m not in the mood for teasing because he thrusts into me. Slowly at first, almost as if he’s trying to check how certain I really am, but once he hears the guttural scream flying from my chest, he slams into me a little harder, hitting all the right spots as he does. I’m seeing stars already, I can feel the hot bliss circling, swirling, driving me wild, tensing me up and sending me wild. I feel primal and animalistic, utterly crazy.
“Oh fuck.” I’m not even connected to the planet anymore, I’m somewhere else entirely. “Oh shit, Marc, that feels…” I can hardly get the words out because he’s smashing into me again and again. “Wow, you have no… no fucking idea how good this feels…”
I completely stiffen up as Marc tips me close to the edge. I’m balancing, about to topple over, to fall into the abyss of pleasure where I fear that I might drown and never come back up for air again. I might become completely consumed by Marc entirely. But even that isn’t enough to stop me. I allow him to drag me under the waters of pleasure with him and fuck, it feels incredible. It’s phenomenal. The waves of orgasm crash over my body, again and again, completely shattering me in every single way. He has undressed me, left me vulnerable and exposed on the floor, muddy and raw… and I absolutely love it.
As my walls clamp tightly around Marc, it sets him loose as well, and the sounds of him exploding and erupting inside of me are so intoxicating I would love to hear them forever.
“Oh wow…” As soon as we collapse in one another’s arms, gasping and panting through the post orgasmic bliss, I can feel a terrible coldness replacing the heat that I had consuming me just a moment ago. Without the haze of lust clamping on to me and clouding my judgment, I realize that this was actually crazy. This isn’t a dream; this is all too real…
“Erm…” I push back from him and stare down at the floor, unable to meet his eyes again. I guess I’m straight back to being incredibly awkward around him. “I think…”
“Are you okay?” Marc sounds worried, panicked for me, which only makes all of this worse.
“I’m fine, I just think…” I hop off the table and move away from him, so glad that I still have my damn panties on. Without looking at him, I can hear Marc zipping himself back up. “I think it might be best for you to go. I don’t want… you know… Travis…”
“Right, I see.” I can tell that Marc is disappointed, but this is just the way that it needs to be. “I will go then. I don’t want to get in your way.”
There is a pause, he is waiting for me to say something, but I can’t.
I won’t.
9
Marc
December 22nd
I watch out the window with serious hope in my heart as the school bus pulls up. I know that things ended a little weird with Aisha last night. To be perfectly honest, it was a bit like doing a walk of shame home afterward which wasn’t how I ever pictured my first time with her, but I’m still hoping that my offer of schooling for Travis has played out. Whatever happens between us, it doesn’t affect me covering her boy’s school fees.
Of course, I did spend a lot of last night tossing and turning in bed,