Marked

Good, because I didn’t think I would either. But I didn’t say anything, because I couldn’t even form words right now.

“You see what you do to me? You see how fucking hard I am?” He was looking right in my eyes.

“Yes,” I finally managed to wheeze out. In one swift, penetrating move, Tommy buried himself to the hilt inside me.

I arched my back and opened my mouth on a silent cry. He began thrusting in and out of me, starting slow but then moving a little faster. He cupped one bared breast again, rolling the nipple between his thumb and index finger. Then Tommy moved to the next and did the same thing, and all I could do was curl my nails around his biceps and hold on.

The pleasure consumed me.

Spreading my legs even wider and lifting my hips, I gasped when he hit something deep inside me. Tommy had his hands flat on the bed by my head, the weight of his body on me sensual, the air leaving me. I loved the pressure, loved the feeling of being pressed down by this man.

He never took his gaze off my eyes as he fucked me, slamming his hips back and forth, his cock tunneling into my pussy.

“You’re mine, Izzy,” he said softly, so low his words were slightly muffled. He lifted up so his body was no longer pressing me to the mattress, but he never stopped thrusting in and out of me. “How does it feel?” He groaned out those words.

“So good. It’s feels so good, Tommy.” I felt him smooth his hand along my belly and stop right at my clit. He started rubbing the nub back and forth.

Tommy lowered his face again, pressed his mouth against mine, and as our lips barely touched, he murmured, “I want you to come all over my cock, baby.” He grunted when he thrust inside of me deep. “I want to feel your pussy muscles milking me for my cum.”

God.

I let the sensations move through me.

“Fuck, baby. Yes.” He took his hand and cupped my cheek, holding my head still as he fucked my pussy and my mouth. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the hotel room, and our sweat-slicked skin moved erotically against each other’s.

Tensing, trying to hold off on coming, because I didn’t want this to end, I reached out and grabbed a chunk of his hair with both my hands, pulling on the strands until he pulled back from my mouth. Maybe a little aggressive, but I felt so wild and free right now that I had no control over my actions.

“Tommy, I’m going to come,” I gasped out.

He grinned, and it was one of those prideful ones, the kind that told me he fucking loved me admitting this. “Just let go for me.” He started thrusting in and out of me hard and fast, as if he needed me to get off so he could do the same. “I want you to come so fucking badly.” He was breathing so harshly. “I want that sweet pussy cream to cover my cock.” It was those erotic, dirty words that were my undoing.

I let myself go.

And God, did I fly high.

When the tremors left me and I lay there sucking in air, he slowed his thrusts, but his body was still so tight, his focus still so intense. “I’m not going to last, baby.”

“Then don’t,” I said without hesitation, wanting him so over the edge he couldn’t control himself. I felt drunk from my own pleasure. He kissed me again, and his tongue tangled with mine, the flavor of him having me desperately wanting more.

“Wrap your legs around me, baby,” he murmured against my lips then went back to kissing me.

I lifted my legs and hooked them around his waist, and I felt him slide in deeper. A gasp of pleasure left me.

“Fuck, it feels incredible to be inside you.” The feeling of his mouth at the base of my throat had the air leaving me. He pulled out just enough that the crown of his dick was the only thing lodged in my pussy. Tommy slammed back into me, and I couldn’t keep my eyes open as pleasure washed over me. But I opened them again so I could see him, watch as he found his own ecstasy because of me.

His eyes were closed, the tendons in his neck taut, and his jaw clenched. The drugged look he wore had my inner muscles clenching around his length, which caused him to groan deep in his throat. He shoved deep, and I moved up the bed. His hands were on the mattress beside my head now, and I could see out the corners of my eyes the way he pulled at the sheets, clenching the material in his big fists.