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“Humph,” I muttered, my leg jerking out from under the covers. Half asleep, I reached down and fixed the bed sheets that had somehow become a muddled mess at the end of the bed.
“Is this Marcus?”
I bolted upright, my heart racing. Fumbling for the lamp switch, I clicked it, and saw Mace standing at the foot of the bed, the cat in his arms.
“God, you scared the hell out of me,” I gasped, flopping back down on the mattress.
“You tell me you’re sleeping with some dude named Marcus, and you’re surprised I came over?” He smirked at me.
“So you’ve met, then,” I mumbled. “What time is it?”
“Nearly three, and yes, we’ve become acquainted.”
“Nearly three? I texted you at ten. You couldn’t have been too concerned.” I smirked. He walked over to me, placing Marcus back in his bed, and then crawled over and onto the mattress until he was over me.
“I was busy,” he mumbled. My questions melted away as soon as his lips hit my neck. Oh, Jesus. He licked along my collarbone, lifting my tank above my breasts. “Hello, perky.” I let out a moan as his lips locked around my left nipple, his tongue almost making me orgasm.
“Marcus . . .” I gasped as he yanked my panties off, moving my legs apart.
“Leets, he’s fast asleep. What, are you worried about me corrupting your little pussy?” He ran his finger along my wetness as I yelped. “Because I think we’re too late.”
“No.” I laughed, swatting his arm away and attempting to roll over. “Not in front of the cat.” I giggled, trying to roll over as he gripped both my wrists above my head with one hand and continued his assault on me.
“You don’t mean that.”
I gasped as his finger slid inside me.
“You’re so wet, Leets, I know you want me inside you. Don’t you?”
I leaned up, my lips finding his as his hand worked its way around my back, his fingers electric against my skin. I worked my way down his naked body, my hands resting on his hard cock. I whimpered, so badly wanting him inside me.
“Not so fast, Leets.” He pushed my hands away and shuffled down the bed. I spread apart my legs, knowing what was about to come—no pun intended. I groaned as his arm curled around my thigh, dragging my hips closer to him. He was so close I could feel his breath moving softly past my lips.
Crying out, I clasped my hands over his as he buried his tongue inside my wet pussy. The action was so sudden I had no time to prepare myself, resulting in my thighs clenching his head between my legs.
He chuckled as he pried them back apart, forcing them flat on the bed.
“No need to suffocate me,” he said dryly. “If you don’t want me to—”
“Don’t be a bastard,” I cried, pushing his face back down between my thighs. I moaned as his tongue ran back and forth along my folds while he slipped a finger inside me. “Oh, yes,” I cried. My hands flew up to my face as I tried to compose myself. Compose myself? Who the fuck cared?
I spread my legs further apart. His hands slipped around my thighs, resting under my ass. My fingers stroked his thick hair, clutching tightly as his tongue dipped inside of me.
“Tease,” I muttered, lifting my hips. His tongue began to massage my clit as he thrust two fingers inside me. “Oh, fuck, that feels good,” I mumbled, rocking my hips in sync with his tongue.
Shivers shot down my spine. I moaned, shifting my legs so they locked around his waist. My hold on his hair tightened as his mouth continued to taste me, his tongue sweeping over my folds, the sensation almost unbearable.
“Oh yeah,” I sighed, my body tensing as his tongue began to move faster over me. “Faster,” I panted, his head firmly in my grip. Oh hell, that feels amazing. My hips jerked as I began to climax, while his tongue thrust inside of me and he teased my clit with his finger.
I pulled him away from me, guiding him up to my face, his lips pressing against mine. The taste of my pussy on his lips excited me as his erection pressed against my thigh. Reaching between us, I gripped his cock in my hand, sliding my fist up and down his shaft. He groaned as he kissed my neck.
He thrust at my entrance, his stiffness sliding inside me as my muscles gripped hold of him, refusing to let go. His arm slid under the curve of my back. I yelped as he flipped me so I was on top, straddling him.
“That’s better,” he muttered, grabbing hold of my hips. I grinned and began to ride him, rubbing my breasts as I stared down at him. “Fuck, Leet. You drive me crazy,” he panted, rocking me, driving his hard cock deeper inside of me.
I rolled my nipples between my fingers as I grinned devilishly down at him. He grunted, throwing his head back as his thrusts increased.