Marco – A Billionaire Romance Read Online Penny Wylder

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
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"I'm going to make you come," he growls.

He's still pressed against me, the hard skin of his cock teasing my opening. I can feel myself growing wetter, more desperate for him to take me.

His lips are soft against my neck, his teeth nipping gently. He slides two fingers inside of me, and I moan loudly, my body shuddering against him.

He slides his fingers in and out of me, his thumb pressing against my clit, and I feel myself growing closer to orgasm.

"Come for me," he whispers.

I've never been so turned on, and I feel like my body is on fire. My desire for this man is almost overpowering, and I can't imagine anything better than coming all over his fingers.

He slides his fingers out of me, and I whimper at the sudden loss of contact. He finds my clit again, rubbing circles with his fingers.

"Come," he murmurs, his voice deep with desire.

My body is tense, my back arching against him as I come undone. I cry out in pleasure as my orgasm ripples through me, and he does everything he can to keep me standing.

When I've recovered, he lowers me to the floor, smiling at me as I catch my breath. "You're amazing," he says, his eyes blazing with desire. I stare up at him from the floor, his eyes bore into me and a smug grin creeps into his smile. He isn’t done.

"Get on your knees," he says, his voice a low command.

I obey, sliding to my knees in front of him. His cock is hard and thick in front of me. It flexes, glistening with precome. I press my cheek against it, my skin hot against it as his hand slides into my hair.

His other hand is on the back of my head, gently guiding me. I glance at the windows, knowing that the people below can see us, but the danger of it has my pussy making a pool on the floor. Never have I ever been with a man as dominating and sexy as Marco. It's ruining me––he’s like a drug and I'm already hooked.

I take him into my mouth, his cock sliding over my lips. I groan in pleasure, my hands cupping his balls as I take more and more of him. His hand is on the back of my head, moving gently with each bob of my head.

"That's it," he murmurs, his other hand on my shoulder to keep me in place. "Suck my cock."

I obey, taking him deep into my throat. He groans, pulling my hair slightly as he presses forward.

When he pushes in too far, I gag, but I don't pull away. The feeling of gagging is surprisingly hot, and it makes my pussy wetter.

He pulls out of my throat, letting me breathe for a second. I press my tongue against the underside of his cock, my cheek rubbing against his balls.

"I can't wait anymore." It's a curt statement, born of his own raw lust. The controlled mask has broken. He snatches me around my middle, flipping me onto my belly on the rug and tearing my soaked pan ties from my body. The rough carpet fibers make my nipples tingle, and my completely naked body is rocked with pleasure.

Marco lines his cock up with my pussy from behind. "Hurry, please," I sob. I'm aching to the point of pain, that's how much I fucking want him.

He drives into me, thrusting hard and deep. I'm so wet, it slides into me easily, but I can still feel how thick he is. I'm completely filled by him, and my pussy stretches to accommodate his size. I cry out in pleasure, my fingers clawing at the rug.

He drives into me again and again, his cock hitting my g-spot and sending sparks of pleasure through my body. His hands are on me, guiding me up and down on his cock, fucking me hard and deep. I'm pinned beneath him, my face pressing into the rug, and it feels so good. I know I can't last long this way, though, and I want to come.

I push up on my knees, and he pulls me upright. He pulls apart my ass cheeks, guiding his cock into my pussy slower now, more deliberate.

"You want this," he drawls into my ear.

"I do," I moan.

Fisting my hair, he kisses my throat. Then he captures my lips. He tastes like Nutella. "I want you, too," he tells me. I go to kiss him but he grips my hair, holding me so I have to look into his eyes. His tone is flat...each word has an impact on my heart. "That means, when I decide to treat you like a queen, it's because I want to. You understand, Filia?" He pulls me closer, lips nearly on mine. "No more fighting my gifts. No more guilt about accepting my generosity. Giving to you gives me a rush. Don't deprive me of that."



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