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“Where doyouwant it?”
On your gorgeous face. On your perfect nipples. Between your pretty toes. In your fat ass. On that cute little birthmark on your back that’s shaped like a butterfly. Is that still there? I’ll find out soon enough.
But all he said was, “I got you.”
He luxuriated inside of her for a few more minutes, relishing his slow, slippery slides in and out, her quiet purrs, the way his nut was rising to an exquisite peak. Everything about this moment with her was mind-blowing. If this was what his subconscious had in mind when it whispered the wordruinin his ear, then he was willing to let it be so. Destruction had never felt so good or tasted so sweet. He’d burn it all down for her. For this.
“Fuck…” his strokes stuttered. “I’m cumming, baby. I’m—“
There it was.
He pulled out just in time, shooting his hot, sticky release onto her stomach, the safest place he could think of in his altered state. She reached down between them, replacing his hand with hers, milking his dick in her direction as if to force more cum out and onto her body, prolonging his release in a way that pleased and surprised him.
Is my little Cici a cum slut?
He collapsed onto his back beside her, promising himself he’d make time to find that out before the weekend was over.
Chapter 17
Theylaytangledinthe sheets, limbs haphazardly intertwined. A thin ocean breeze stirred the curtains, carrying with it the whisper of waves dragging against the shore.
Sunny’s head lay tucked into the curve of Mark’s shoulder. His fingers traced lazy, aimless patterns on her back, evidence of his increasing need to touch her at all times.
This wasn’t good.
Neither of them spoke. There was a lot to say, but the sex had been so good, neither wanted to spoil the moment.
Sunny found a way, though. She’d always been adept at that.
“This is…really messy,” she finally said, her voice rough from all the moaning she’d done.
Mark hummed low in his chest. “Yeah. Potentially disastrous.”
She moved, burrowing deeper into him. “If anybody found out…” she trailed off.
He shifted, turning onto his side so he could look at her properly. His hand slid up her arm, tracing the fine, sensitive skin inside her wrist.
“You look amazing,” he said. “Wearing that disheveled, ‘I just got fucked’ look I love.”
“Well…I did,” she said, making him laugh. “But I need you to focus.”
“Oh, you don’t like it when I’m silly anymore?”
She rolled her eyes. “I do, but I need to talk about this.”
“Okay. What’s on your mind, baby?”
She blew out a breath. Him and that damn sweet talk. She loved and hated when he pulled it out on her.
“I don’t care so much about everybody else,” she said slowly. “But Dav and Brook? I don’t even wanna think about that.”
That seemed to get through to him. He inhaled deeply, shaking his head. “Brooklyn would go off like a nuclear bomb.”
Sunny brought her hand to his head, running her fingertips across the gray hairs. “Dav…he’s a wild card. I don’t know what he’d do.”
“I’m pretty sure he’d try to beat my ass, or at least make a show of it.” He chuckled. “Man code.”
“Oh, God. Orion.”
