Page 61 of Break Me Beautifully
He smiles with some chagrin. "I did. Setting up Bradford to be caught red-handed wouldn't stop them from also putting me behind bars if they had an excuse. I wasn't going to give them one."
"How could you act so confident in that little room when Seya and Burgh and everyone had weapons, and you had nothing?"
"They'd never have the balls to shoot me. If Benson didn't slit their throats, the top boss himself would. There are rules we all have to follow."
"Isn't setting up Bradford breaking a rule?"
His chuckle is bone dry. "Absolutely. If they figure it out. Which they won't."
I shake my head in wonder. "Your life is so complicated, Marshall."
"Yes," he agrees solemnly. "Does that make you hesitate to be with me?"
"No. I love you. I'm not going to run away."
"Good." He settles over me on the bed, the mattress gives under his presence, his weight, and my heart emulates all of it. "Because I wouldn't let you run. You're mine, Leona Hark." His lips rub over my temple, seeking my mouth then my smooth throat. "You swore it to me," he mumbles through my cells, infecting my voice so that I moan. "I'll never forget how I was your first. I'll also be your last."
His fingers that are capable of such cruelty run down my rib cage, tracing each curve with varying speeds. It leaves me on edge because I can't predict what he'll do next.
"Fuck, I need to see all of you," he growls. He wrangles my shirt over my head, leaving me in my metallic lavender bra and matching panties. I gaze upwards at him like he's as memorable as the Northern Lights. I indulge in this once in a lifetime experience that I want to last forever.
His fingers link with mine, sweeping my hands upwards and pressing them on the headboard. I'm trapped under his weight. Knowing that he can do anything to me makes me shiver, and my thighs squeeze together as I get wetter with anticipation.
"Hold still," he demands huskily.
"I'm trying."
"It's about to get harder," he teases, his smirk slicing straight through my defenses, making my clit throb with his sinful promises. His confidence in his ability to turn me on is in itself an aphrodisiac. Gliding down my body he presses on my hips, forcing my legs to scissor, nudging my pelvis upward. The pressure thrills me to the point of goosebumps.
"I can smell you," he groans, kissing my hip. He flattens his tongue and runs it over my panties, right over my clit, making me strain upwards towards his mouth. "Greedy, greedy girl," he chuckles.
Craning my neck, I stare at him where he's lying on the bed on his belly, his face resting right beside my pussy. "Eat me out," I say, panting.
"Not yet." He climbs over me, his strong thighs straddling my shoulders. His hard-on curves against the front of his boxers, ready to spring free. "Suck me first. I want to feel the sweet mouth say ‘I love you’as it wraps around my cock."
“Mn,” I whimper, tugging his elastic waist-band downward. His shaft arches proudly into the low lights, tip glistening. I don't think twice. I lather my tongue over the ridge of it, making Marshall hiss loudly in delight. He slaps his hands onto the wall above the bed, hips thrusting into my face.
Cradling his shaft, I cup his balls, feeling them flex. "Fuck, Leona," he whispers. "That's amazing."
I draw him in deeper, suckling, my tongue making circles. All at once he rips away from me. I gasp for air. "I'm not done," I argue.
"You'll have free reign to suck my cock anytime you want," he says, eyes flashing. "I want my turn again." He pushes my knees apart, shoving my soaked panties aside to expose my vulva. I squeal, heat erupting in my center, in my clit, as he starts licking me. I go wild, eager to feel my heat to turn into release.
Sweat slides down my temple. I'm already close to coming. "Marshall, oh my god," I moan loudly.
"You're so damn wet," he says, his voice vibrating against my pussy. He spreads me wide, a single finger sinks inside, my walls sucking on it, wishing it was his cock but taking what they can get. I want to kiss him and fuck him and everything in between.
His galaxy-black eyes fix on me. Somehow that puts me over the edge, my mind decimated by a tingling rush of orgasm. My toes curl as I gasp, fingers wrenching in his thick hair.
My muscles still twinge as he climbs over me. On impulse I lean up and kiss him. He tastes like salt and stars and our future. I love it. The raw hunger in his face makes my lower belly tighten. There's more under his surface. It seeps out in how he grips my cheeks, palms my breasts, and kisses me again and again.
He reaches for his bedside table. I know he's going for a condom. Gripping his wrist, I halt his action, forcing him to stare at me uncertainly. "It's fine," I assure him.
"You want me to fuck you bareback?"
"Is that bad?"
"Oh, very bad." The danger in his low whisper makes my heart thrum. "Maybe I corrupted you after all. You really want my cock that bad? My thick come filling up your hungry pussy? Say it."
