Unwritten Rules (Filthy Florida Alphas 3)

And still, it’s not enough. I want it all.

Every. Fucking. Drop.

I run my fingers through her juices, then thrust two deep in her cunt, sinking in as far as I can. When I slide them out, I replace them with my mouth, pressing my chin against her cunt, sucking on her clit and running my tongue over it in different directions, my approach fast and hard. Then I take my fingers which are covered in her cum, and thrust them deep in her ass.

I don’t go slow. If I were a softer man, I would have. I’m not. I’m hungry for her orgasm, I’m starving for her. She cries, her body tightening as my fingers breach past that tight ring of muscles. She tries to lift off of me, but I don’t let her. I hold her down on my face with bruising force. A few minutes of tongue fucking her juicy little cunt and she softens, my fingers stretching her ass. I’ll be fucking her here. Jesus. With just this taste, I know I’ll be fucking her anywhere and in every hole I can get.

She’s on the edge, I can feel it by the way she’s thrusting down on me. I continue fucking her ass, but I pull away from her sweet little cunt, licking her honey from my lips. I push my other hand under her and slide my fingers in her pussy. I fuck her ass and pussy in tandem with my fingers. Toi slaps the side of the shower wall hard with her hands. She’s whimpering, her breaths dragging through her body harshly. She’s so close to the fucking edge that when she finally blows I know it’s going to be beautiful.

Her head thrashes back and forth as I twirl my fingers in that tight little ass and fuck her pussy hard. I watch until the very moment her eyes open. They’re wide, dilated and full of hunger.

“Marcum,” she cries, the sound frenzied and broken.

I lick her cunt then, continuing to fuck her ass as she comes on my face and rides me all the way to the end.38ToiI just came.

I just came…on Marcum. I should be dying of embarrassment, but I’m having enough trouble trying to catch my breath. I might be in some kind of trance, because I don’t even notice that Marcum is washing me until I feel his hands wrap around me and squeeze my breasts. I look down and watch as the water washes the soap down my body.

“I…”

“I fucking love your body,” he growls.

“Oh God,” I gasp as he bites on my neck, still kneading my breasts.

“Hold your head back for me and let me wash your hair.”

It’s crazy. Marcum is still fully dressed. The only thing I don’t notice on him is his club cut. He’s wearing jeans and a red, long-sleeved, thermal shirt. The shower is so small that we are pressed against each other and there’s not a lot of room to move.

“I can… I can bathe myself,” I whisper, my voice much hoarser than normal. I’d never admit it to Marcum, but he is right. The more I use it, the easier it seems to be—even if the sound doesn’t get much louder.

“I want to bathe you, Toi. You’re mine and I need to be able to touch you anytime I want, and I want to fucking take care of you any way I want. So hold your head back and let me wash your hair,” he orders against my ear. His breath teases my skin, even with the shower water—which somehow, is still warm.

“Okay, Marcum,” I answer. I don’t have it in me to argue. I doubt it would do much good in the first place, but I like his hands on me. I let my head go back and Marcum shifts so he’s standing at my side and begins the process of washing my hair.

“Damn shower is too small. Tomorrow we use my shower, Toi.”

I don’t know how to respond to that, so I don’t. Secretly, I’m just glad that he’s planning on touching me again. I don’t know much about being claimed by Marcum. What we just shared could have been the end of it, for all I knew. I’m glad it’s not.

Marcum is surprisingly gentle with me as he washes and conditions my hair. I close my eyes, loving the feel of his fingers brushing through my hair. I moan as he finishes, and he rewards me by kissing the side of my neck. He shuts the water off and all too soon he pulls me outside and wraps me in a towel. He’s still soaking wet, and his clothes are sticking to him, but it looks good on him.

“Get dressed, Dragonfly, and come down for breakfast.”

“But…” I start, surprised. He always has Ghost or someone bring me a plate from the kitchen. As long as I’ve been here, I’ve never mingled with the club—not really.