Sundown

Two hands on my upper arms tighten, and he pulls me firm against his chest. I exhale a gasp, and he’s breathing as quickly as I am. Our mouths are so close. My lips are heavy with need, and my panties flood with heat.

Still he hesitates.

“I want to kiss you,” he growls, leaning forward. The grip on my upper arms grows tighter, and he moves closer, inhaling deeply at the side of my hair. “You smell like everything good I remember from those days. I want to taste you again…”

“Please…” The word escapes on a whisper.

Full lips cover mine, capturing and pulling them with his kiss. I’m consumed by his heat. My fingers clutch the fabric of his sleeves, and I press myself flush against his granite chest. Holding my arms, our lips never part as he walks me the short distance, slamming my back against the wall. I’m off my feet, and my chin drops back as his mouth follows a line down my throat, kissing, lightly biting.

His beard scrapes at my skin, and I moan. My pussy clenches, hot and throbbing against the friction of his waist. My back arches, and I push my breasts higher, craving the rough feel of his mouth on my body.

“Fuck,” he groans, finding the line of my collarbone with his lips. “I want you so much.”

“Yes,” I murmur. “Yes, yes.”

Reaching for his collar, I grab and push the blazer off his shoulders. His hands leave me briefly to allow it to fall to the floor. The moment it’s off, his hands are back at my waist, pulling my silk shirt higher, sliding rough palms against the smooth skin of my sides.

“You feel so good…” His lips move against my neck, and I tilt my head to the side to give him better access.

“I’ve dreamed of this,” I gasp. “Make my dreams come true.”

A low groan, and he leans back. Our eyes meet, his gaze hot with desire. His caramel hair is messy and pushed forward from my fingers threading through it, and his lips are a straight line in his luscious beard. It’s a moment of heavy breathing and evaluation, and it lasts a half second before we’re reunited in a kiss.

His tongue is in my mouth, tasting and sliding along the length of mine. I’m gripping, squeezing with my thighs, riding him as he stands holding me against the wall with his body.

Large hands grip my ass, and he turns us, taking the few steps to the bed, before depositing me roughly on my back. My legs fall open, but my pants keep it from being the invitation I want. Quickly, I unfasten my waistband and shove them down, taking my thong bikini with them.

He watches, unfastening the cuffs of his dress shirt and the top two buttons before pulling it over his head. My breath disappears at the sight of his body, muscles flexing with every breath, lines crossing his abdomen, light hair dusting his chest. His arms are at his sides, and his fists clench as he watches me lie back again, allowing my legs to fall open, giving him a full view of wet heat.

“Larissa,” he says, and he falls to his knees at the side of the bed.

“Oh, God!” I cry out as massive arms circle my thighs, pulling me to his mouth.

With a long, slow pass, he drags his tongue from my core to my clit, and my back arches off the bed as I moan loudly. He pauses at my clit, pulling and sucking at the sensitive bud until my thighs jump with every pass. My hands grip his broad shoulders, clutching and scratching, wanting more and yet at the same time, not being able to take much more of the intense pleasure.

“Mark!” My hips buck and my stomach shudders as the orgasm blazes through my pelvis.

He leans back and looks at me. My body lowers, and I’m panting, watching him with hazy, sated eyes as he stands and lowers his slacks. It’s been so long since I’ve seen him, and my throat catches. His cock is long and fat and rising like a steel rod from his pants, just like remember.

“Oh, yes,” I gasp.

He leans forward again and kisses my inner thigh, making me jump and emit a little cry. I’m a live wire of sensitivity.

“Turn over,” he orders, and I’m quick to comply, rolling onto my stomach.

I look over my shoulder, and he exhales another noise before catching me by the hips and jerking my ass up. My stomach flutters and my forehead drops to my hands. He’s rough and demanding. I half expected him to be gentle, filled with wonder, but he is not. He approaches me as if he knows exactly what he wants and is determined to possess it.

He positions me on all fours at the end of the bed then moves my knees wider, lowering my pelvis so it aligns with his. Two fingers dip inside, testing my wetness, and I arch up with a moan.

“Yes,” he hisses. “You’re ready for me.”

I am so ready…

He lines his tip, sliding it up and down my wetness, then with no warning, he drives his enormous cock balls deep into me. My head drops, and an animalistic moan rips from my throat. Just like before, I’m completely filled. His thighs are flush against mine, and he holds it a moment, swearing low and savage.

As if finding his breath, he pulls back and slams into me again, finding a rhythm as the thrusting begins, hard and steady.

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