I moved my hands up his back and speared my hands into his damp hair. I had the same possessive emotions that he did, but it still clawed at my heart when he said something that sounded like he was claiming me. It felt primitive and feral, and it made me need him with a ferocity that I almost couldn’t bear.
I reached down and fumbled with the zipper and button on his jeans. I needed him to fuck me so hard that I felt like we were somehow connected.
When my fingers finally brought out his enormous cock, I swiped the bead of moisture from the tip before the rain could wash it away and then brought it to my lips, watching his silver eyes glint with an emotion I couldn’t name as I put my finger in my mouth and sucked it right in front of his face.
“I love the way you taste,” I said in a sultry tone.
“Ditto,” he answered in an aroused, raw, masculine voice as he lowered his head and met my lips.
I savored the taste of us together as he ravaged my mouth. It was dirty, but so damn intoxicating that I was clamoring for more.
I’d never really tapped into the sexual side of me until I met Marcus.
My hands slid down to grasp his cock, feeling it pulsate in my palm.
We were both soaking wet, and the rain was getting heavier, but Marcus and I were too lost in each other to give a damn.
When his mouth released mine, we were both panting. I savored the carnal look on his face as my palm slid over and over his cock in such a furious pace that he grabbed my wrist.
“Don’t,” he demanded. “I don’t have a lot of patience left anymore.”
“Then give us both what we need. Fuck me.”
“I don’t just need it, Danica. I have to have you,” he said fiercely, his eyes molten with desire.
“Oh, God, Marcus. Sometimes I don’t know how to handle this,” I said, gasping for air as I yanked my wrist from his grip and wrapped it back around his neck.
I felt consumed.
I felt overwhelmed.
And the razor-sharp desire that was eating me whole was so confusing.
“Then don’t think,” he rumbled, pulling back for a moment to turn my body until my back was against his front, and he took advantage of the position by continuing his assault on my breasts. “Just let me fuck you,” he added.
Every time his fingers tightened and released my tormented nipples, I let out a tiny gasp. His every touch was setting my whole world on fire.
He bent me over, helping me find my grip on the tree. His hands slid down between my thighs, urging me to part my legs more. I took a wider stance as I felt his eager cock press against the cheeks of my ass as he gripped my hips.
The ground around the tree sloped, putting him in the perfect position behind me. I waited, my head down and my drenched hair falling into my face again as I silently begged for him to fill me. The empty space inside me was demanding to be filled by Marcus.
When he surged forward, he wasn’t gentle, and it was the first time he’d fucked me in this position. I wasn’t used to the depth, and I squeaked as my tight muscles gave to allow him deep inside my slick sheath.
Right now, I needed Marcus’s ferocity. He’d been careful and slow every time before today, probably because of my history of rape. But my body craved him, and there wasn’t a single ounce of fear inside me. All I wanted was for him to take me hot and hard.
“Yes,” I encouraged as my muscles relaxed and let him invade me until he was buried to his balls.
He leaned over my back, talking roughly into my ear, “Do you want it hard, baby?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“Can you handle it?”
“Yes!” I was about to lose it. I needed him pounding into me before I went out of my mind.
He licked the raindrops off my neck, and then his teeth clamped down on my sensitive skin. It didn’t hurt, but it made me even more desperate.
The heat of his chest on my back.
The way our skin slid together sensually.
The hot, dirty talk in my ear.
The sharp feel of his erotic nip to my neck.
All those things combined were a sultry feast. I shuddered with fierce desire. My entire being was clamoring for Marcus so badly I was ready to scream.
“Marcus. Please. Fuck me!”
He straightened up without another word, pulling back and then thrusting again with the same force.
I let out a sob of relief, my hips slamming back against him, my body greedy for every powerful surge.
He started a punishing rhythm that consumed both of us. There was nothing else except the meeting of our bodies.
I relished the pummeling of his cock inside me. It satisfied me like nothing else could.
There was only Marcus, and the pounding rain.
My hands were braced hard against the tree, and the rocking motion of my hips became more and more volatile as I felt the warm coil in my belly become an inferno.
“Harder,” I moaned helplessly.
He gave me harder as he growled, “You’re mine, Danica.”
“Yes,” I agreed in a fierce tone.
Right now, he owned my soul, and I didn’t care. In fact, I was ferociously glad he did.
The coil in my stomach started to unfurl, and I braced myself for the onslaught as the sensation moved between my thighs.
Marcus took a hand from my hips and adjusted his position as he kept up his brutal pace.
I flinched in surprise as I felt his finger probing between my butt cheeks, the digit finding my anus, and our completely wet state allowing it to slide in a fraction without pain. The tight hole stretched, but he didn’t invade. He just pumped in and out at a shallow depth, matching his finger to the pounding cadence of his cock.
I imploded, the new sensation causing a pleasure so intense that I couldn’t possibly stop myself from climaxing, even if I wanted to—which I didn’t.
This time, I let go, allowing my orgasm to wash over me as I completely embraced it.
“So good,” I cried. “So damn good.”
The muscles of my channel clamped down on Marcus’s pounding cock, milking him to his own fiery release.
I absorbed the sound of his tormented groan, wallowing in it. As much as he seemed to like to watch me after I came, I loved to hear those sounds of intense relief and pleasure come from his lips.
He exited my body after a moment or two, swung me around, and wrapped his muscular arms around me. He cradled me, crooning comforting, nearly incoherent words as he stroked my saturated hair.
I let myself drown in his sweet words, feeling like the most cherished woman in the world.
When he’d recovered his breath, he did up his jeans, and he scooped me up.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Taking you home. I don’t want you to cut your foot on rocks or other stuff on the ground.”
I was barefoot. He was still wearing his boots. “You can’t carry me all the way back to the house,” I protested.
He did haul me all the way back to his house in his arms.
Granted, it was closer than I’d originally thought, but it was still far enough that no normal guy could make that trek with my weight as a burden. But when he reached the door of his home, he wasn’t even winded.
I was beginning to learn that I should never tell Marcus he couldn’t do anything, because he was stubborn enough to prove that he absolutely could.
Dani