Unwritten Rules (Filthy Florida Alphas 3)

“You’ll get wet,” I tell him, as the spray of the shower runs down on his long hair and beard. He looks up and I know he probably couldn’t have heard my words.

He surprises me though. His face softens in its desire, and with the water glistening on it like that—it takes my breath away. I’ve always been attracted to older men. There’s something about the way they carry themselves, and the miles they’ve traveled that shows up on their bodies and in the fine lines of their face. It’s attractive. I’ve never let myself step over the line with one—my father would have made my life hell. I can’t stop myself from reaching down and touching Marcum’s face now. He’s really beautiful, right down to his untamed beard and the wild look in his deep brown eyes. I clench my fingers carefully into his beard, liking the way the coarse hair feels between them.

“Like the way you’re wet?” he grins, and his grin is positively sinful. It takes me a moment to understand what he’s saying. I’m thankful my body is already flushed, or he would see embarrassment on my face. I’ve never been around anyone who just speaks so… directly. “Spread your legs out for me a little more, baby,” he tells me, and he applies pressure to the inside of my thighs to ensure I do. He didn’t need to worry. I want to know what it feels like to have his mouth on me. I’ve never had a man go down on me before. I carefully slide my legs farther apart, bracing my ass against the shower wall. “I like the way you mind me, Toi. It makes me want to reward you,” he tells me, and I gasp my reply, my body thrusting toward him as he slides his fingers between the lips of my pussy. “You like that, don’t you, Dragonfly—so hungry for more.”

“Yes,” I murmur as his fingers graze against my clit.

“Do you want more?”

“Please,” I ask, as I feel one of his fingers push inside of me. “More…”

“You might be in trouble, Toi,” he growls, pushing two fingers deep inside of me now and stretching me.

“Why?” I gasp, trying to hold him inside of me.

“Because I like it when you say please,” he responds, and I’m really too far gone to know what that means—to understand what he’s saying. I don’t care as long as he doesn’t stop. I’m desperate enough that I give him what he wants.

“Please, Marcum. Give me more, please.”37Marcum“Please, Marcum. Give me more, please.”

The words are spoken so delicately I can’t be sure she said them, or if I’m dreaming she did. Either way, I can’t stop myself from tasting her. I pull the lips of her pussy back, opening her to me. I can see her wet, swollen clit throbbing, and it calls to me. I flatten my tongue and tease the little button before sucking it into my mouth and pushing my fingers back in her tight little hole. She’s so fucking tight; I’ve never felt anything like it.

Which is fitting, because in this moment, with Toi, I forget the past. She makes me feel clean, she makes me forget the filth and the shit I’ve done and still do on a daily basis. She makes me…

Fuck—she makes me feel.

Besides my kids, no one has truly done that in a very long time—maybe forever.

That realization rocks me to the core. I grab her leg and pull her into my face, burying myself in her. I wanted to take my time and fuck her with my tongue, bringing her to an orgasm by teasing her. I didn’t plan on being the one to lose control first.

“That’s it, baby, ride my face. Ride it fucking hard,” I growl against her pussy before pushing my face back in and drinking her down. Fuck, she even tastes sweet and clean.

Melt-in-your-mouth-perfect.

Jesus.

I pull her even harder down on me. Using my tongue to fuck that sweet little cunt, hell even using my lips, nose, beard, fingers, anything to make her go wild. And she is… She’s going completely wild. She’s riding my damn face like a jockey riding a thoroughbred for the win in the Kentucky Derby. Her moves are wild, and unpracticed, but that makes me fucking glad. She’s the purest thing I’ve ever laid my hands on. Too damn pure for me to touch her—but that ship has sailed.

I bite the inside of her thigh, making her cry out. With her voice, it’s quiet, but still louder than anything she’s given me before. I smooth my lips across the bite, before going back to lick up more cream from her juicy little pussy. I’m smothered in her cum. It’s on my face, my tongue, I’m drinking it down my throat and it’s coating my beard.