Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
"I haven't been with anyone since high school," she confesses, her voice breathy and thick with arousal, sending a sharp thrill straight to my cock.
"Good, baby," I murmur, my voice rough with need. "From the moment you stepped into my life, I've had a hard time keeping my mind off you. You fit so perfectly into my world, it shook me to my core. I've been alone for so long, but the sight of you here, so comfortable with my things...it’s driving me wild."
I drop to my knees before her, slipping her shirt over her shoulders. My tongue dips into her navel, swirling in lazy figure eights around her delicate skin. She trembles beneath me, her hands tangling in my hair, her hips moving with a hunger that matches my own. "Mm, what a greedy pussy we have here," I husk, my voice thick with dark desire as I slip the skirt down her thighs and slide a finger between her wet folds, teasing her entrance. "I can smell how much this precious cunt craves me," I groan, my lips trailing lower, dotting kisses over the soft curves of her stomach. "So fucking sweet and needy. You know you make me hard enough to pound nails? I've been walking around with a problem that has your name all over it."
Her eyes widen as I free my cock from the waistband of my boxers, already dripping with anticipation. "Seeing you like this, it’s got me so close to losing control, sweetheart." I kiss just above the nub of her clit, my tongue sweeping long and flat against her slick heat, drawing a sharp cry from her lips. She tugs at my hair, riding my face with wild abandon as I hold her hips, pulling her hard against my mouth. I swirl, nip, and plunge my tongue deep inside her, fucking her with quick, relentless strokes until she shatters against me, her release flooding my senses with sweet satisfaction.
"Taste so sweet on my tongue, honey," I murmur, my voice rough with the edges of my restraint. "I can't wait to feel you wrapped around me." I lower her onto the couch, our lips colliding in a hungry kiss as I tease the tip of my cock against her slick entrance. She moans my name, her fingers clutching the cushions as I ease into her, inch by glorious inch, until I'm buried deep inside her warmth.
My hands glide over her skin, soothing, exploring, as I begin to move, my strokes slow and deliberate, savoring every inch of her tight heat. "I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you," I confess, my voice thick with raw need. "When I close my eyes at night, all I see is you. It took everything in me not to drag you to my bed the moment you arrived. The hell if I want you living in that caravan by yourself. I want you here, in my bed, every night."
"Marcus, oh, my God," she gasps, her voice a breathless prayer as her pussy tightens around my cock. I swallow her moans with a kiss, my control slipping with every pulse of her walls around me.
"That's it, baby," I groan, my voice rough with the edge of my impending release. "Let me hear this sweet pussy sing."
Her whimpers turn to ragged moans, and I feel her body tighten as her climax crests, sending us both spiraling into oblivion.
"Come with me, gorgeous," I urge, my voice tight with need. "You're already mine, let's seal the deal." My fingers find her clit, circling it with tender insistence until she falls apart around me, her release soaking my cock as I follow her over the edge, my own orgasm surging in hot, thick jets deep inside her.
I pull out slowly, dragging across every sensitive nerve as I dip my head, my tongue sweeping lazily over her folds, savoring the taste of our combined pleasure. "I forgot to use a condom, baby," I murmur, my voice soft with a touch of guilt. "I hope you're not mad, but the thought of my baby inside you... it drives me wild. I'm clean, though. I haven't been with anyone in nearly a decade."
In the dim light, I can see the blush rising on her skin, a sweet pink that spreads across her chest and neck.
"You're insane, Marcus," she whispers, her voice laced with affection and disbelief.
"I'm not insane, baby," I reply, my voice warm and sure. "I'm just a man who knows the real deal when he sees it." I grin, my heart beating wildly with my next words. “I’ll never let you leave now.”
Chapter Five
Clara
The night air inside Marcus’s caravan is cool, and the flickering lantern light casts dancing shadows on the canvas walls. The atmosphere is thick with passion and unresolved emotions, making it hard to breathe. I sit across from Marcus in his bed, my mind racing, my heart pounding. The gravity of our connection has brought us to this moment, and I know I can’t turn back.