“Ok,” I whisper as I force my eyes open, immediately connecting with hazel ones that are staring at me from between my legs.
This is a great view.
But it’s also confusing because of everything we just said to each other. And of course Mark can read that all over my face despite how blissed out I must look.
“You want to know why this is wrong, Leo?” I purse my lips, ready to fire back but my argument dies the second he bites my hip and slips his fingers under the see through material. He starts slowly tracing my pussy while refraining from touching the places I need him most, an evil grin no doubt hidden from me. “Because someone like you, a goddess who can do no wrong, can’t love someone like me no matter how much you want to believe you can.”
Mark slowly drags my panties down my legs, only allowing me to move so he can, then he’s staring directly at my core, his fingers opening me up to him while his elbows keep my thighs wide.
My chest is heaving right now, I’m breathing so heavy I might pass out, and that’s the only reason I can’t seem to argue with him. Especially when he does what he does next.
“Guys like me don’t get the girl, Leonor,” Mark says as he dips his chin and flicks my clit with his tongue. “And they definitely don’t get the girlandher boyfriends.”
All coherent thoughts leave my head as I feel the cold steel of his tongue ring on my clit, the way those full lips close around it and suck. I can barely remember how to function when Markus does it again and again, repeating his movements until the first little shock of my orgasm jolts through me.
But it never comes.
Inever come because Mark stops eating my pussy and gets to his feet.
I’m not sure what pisses me off more, the complete and utter bullshit he’s saying, or the fact that I was just edged by a man who thinks I couldn’t really be in love with him.
“Markus Favre how—oh!”
With a pinch to that sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs, he leans over me, forcing me flat on the mattress before one of his thick, callused fingers pushes inside me. “I knew this was going to happen, but I told myself it couldn’t.” A second finger joins the first, pumping slowly in time with the way the heel of his hand rubs me. “I never wanted a pity fuck from you, not with the way I love you.”
My teddy grins as he presses his lips to mine, successfully quieting my argument again with a kiss that tastes like me. “No pity relationships, either. Odd man out, last man standing.” His tongue meets mine, dancing to the same rhythm he’s fingering me, my orgasm right back within reach. “But I guess, if one time is all I get, I might as well go for it, right sugar?”
“Goddamnit, Markus!” I cry as he takes his hand away, depriving me of my climax while allowing me to finally speak. “Either let me come or let me talk because you’re driving me crazy with?—”
And now my panties are in my mouth.
I scowl as Mark chuckles darkly, my gaze snapping in his direction in time to see him drop his shorts and holy mother of god his cock is hard, it is thick, and it is pierced. A shiny metal barbell right through the swollen head, the bead of precum glistening next to the steel apadravya.
“I’d like to say once won’t hurt, but we both know better.” I watch in stunned silence as Markus fists his shaft at the base with one hand then grabs my hip and forcefully pulls my ass to the edge of the bed with the other. “I have an addictive personality.” He slides the head through my folds, up and down my slit a few times, applying a little more pressure each timehe passes my clit. “And since I’m a glutton for punishment and you’re a mouthy brat who doesn’t know when to quit, it’s gonna hurt for both of us.”
Then he slams into me and my vision goes black.
White spots slowly come into focus as my core stretches around his girth, the apadravya hitting my g-spot just right that my back bows off the mattress.
Oh my god, this feels amazing.
It feels incredible and he’s barely moved.
So, I wiggle my hips and watch Markus suck in a sharp breath before that evil grin is back.
“Brat, indeed.” In one quick move, he has both of my wrists in one hand, my arms above my head and pinned to the bed, and the other is wrapped around my throat. “I told you this has to hurt.”
Yep, Markus Favre is about to set a record formaking me come without actually movingbecause having his fingers squeezing the side of my neck while my panties are in my mouth and I can’t move because of the position we’re in? I’m going to explode the moment he does anything.
Anything except what he actually does.
I watch Mark search my face, those kaleidoscope eyes scanning every feature before his hand starts to loosen.
And I panic.
I shake my head emphatically and lean up a little, pressing my throat to his palm the best I can, begging this man to fuck me, to love me and make it hurt if he needs to because when this is all said and done, Mark is going to finally understand that he isn’t a pity fuck or anything else.
He’s my soulmate,oursoulmate, and the five of us have to be together in order to feel whole. My teddy is the last piece of my puzzle and none of us are complete without him.
