Marx Girl

He frowns, and I see the last of his resistance teetering on the edge.

“Fill me up, big boy. Make sure I never forget you.”

His jaw clenches as his eyes flicker with arousal, and he stands in one quick movement to take his T-shirt off over his head.

My eyes roam over his thick, broad chest that’s covered with a scattering of dark hair. His arms are huge, and I can see every muscle in his stomach. The distinct V of muscles that disappear into his jeans holds me captive. I drag my eyes to his perfect face, and my heart somersaults in my chest. He has the most beautiful body in the world… but it’s his soul that I love. The dominant alpha man who has shown me what it’s like to really love someone.

What it feels like to be adored and loved by someone so deeply that nothing else matters.

He knows what my body needs more than I do, and I wriggle on the bed as he slides his jeans down his legs. My mouth goes dry.

Holy fucking hell. He’s a god.

His thick, hard cock hangs heavily between his legs, and he takes it in his hand to stroke it three times as his eyes hold mine.

“You want this, Bridget?” he whispers as he strokes himself.

I nod as my mouth goes dry, my eyes fixed on the pre-ejaculate that drips from the end. Fuck, yeah.

“You get over here and suck me. Make sure I never forget you.”

Our eyes lock, and he gives me the best ‘come fuck me’ look I’ve ever seen.

Suddenly, I’m desperate. Desperate to please him.

Desperate to make him stay.

I scramble towards him on my knees and take him deep in my mouth. He inhales sharply.

“Good girl,” he breathes as his hands fall to the back of my head.

My insides begin to melt, and I moan around him. He pushes himself deep—so deep—and his eyes close in pleasure. I have to concentrate to block my gag reflex.

Fucking hell. Bringing him to his undoing is my favourite thing in the whole damn world.

He hisses as he builds a rhythm, my hair gripped tightly in his hands.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he murmurs under his breath.

“You like that, baby?” I whisper around him.

His eyes flicker with arousal. “I fucking… love that,” he pants. A sheen of perspiration covers his skin and it revs me up even more.

He loses control and throws me onto the bed. I bounce high and then he’s on me as he slides my panties down and throws them in the air, off the bed.

His lips trail down over my breasts, and he takes them into his mouth to suck them one at a time. His suction is so hard that my face scrunches up in pain and my back arches off the bed.

This is what he does to me.

He gets me so hot for him that I beg him to be rough, like I’m some kind of crazy animal beneath him that needs to be tamed.

Controlled.

His lips drop lower… and lower… and I hold my breath and close my eyes.

Oh, dear God, he’s amazing at this.

The king.

His tongue sweeps through my flesh, and he grabs my legs and forces them back to the mattress. “Open up,” he growls as his dark eyes hold mine. He tenderly kisses my inner thigh.

This is too much, too intense, too intimate. I look away.

“Watch me, Bridget,” he commands.

I drag my eyes back to his.

“You watch my tongue lick up your cream and make this pretty little cunt dance.” He licks his lips and sucks me again. The look of sheer pleasure on his face makes me blush.

I begin to convulse. For fuck’s sake. How is one man so hot?

He bites my clitoris and I throw my head back and come in a rush.

Fuck’s sake, I lasted two minutes.

He smiles as he licks me up, and then lifts one of my legs and then the other over his shoulders. In one sharp movement, Ben slams home deep.

“Ben!” I cry out.

“I got you, babe,” he murmurs against my lips, and lies down on me.

Then he kisses me, and it’s soft and tender and caring and… God.

This can’t end. What we have is too good to ever end.

As if sensing my feelings, his face creases with pain against mine and he holds me that bit closer.

His body starts to ride mine. Long, slow, and deep. Our eyes are locked, and damn, this is the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life.

Who am I kidding?

Every time with Ben is the best time of my life. The man is one hell of a lover.

Perspiration covers us as we drink each other in.

“Now…” he whispers, sensing his fast-approaching climax. “You need to come now.” He picks up the pace and I clench around him.

He moans a guttural sound and buries his head deep into my neck, while I smile at the ceiling.