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Markus

Giving her no warning, I shove her shirt up to her abdomen and toss them over my shoulder

Her breath catches in her throat at the swift action. I drop to my stomach in front of her. Shoving my way between her creamy thighs, I lift her by the ass and bring her pussy to my face.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

It’s smooth, velvety even, minus a tuft of hair that resembles a landing strip. My cock twitches in my sweats at the sight. Arousal coats her folds, glistening in the morning light, and I’m ravaged. Completely fucking ravaged.

Leaning forward, I bury my face between her folds, my fingers digging into her ass, holding her right where I want her as her scent and sweet arousal fuel me.

Forcing myself to slow, I trace her pussy with my tongue, loving the little gasps and whimpers that elicit from her pretty mouth. I can’t wait to listen to her scream, to tell me exactly who she belongs to. Mine.

“Who do you belong to?” I growl between her folds, alternating between licking and nipping at her swollen clit.

Fallon’s hands fist the sheets, and her hips buck upward, seeking pleasure she knows only I can give her.

“You.” I reward her by moving down to her entrance and tonguing her pussy. I swirl the tip of my tongue around the outside and dip in and out until I know she can’t take it another second.

She’s so wet now, I can feel her arousal on my face, and I love it, want more of it.

“Markus… please… oh god, please,” she cries into the quiet room, pleading for her release, and I’m more than grateful to give it to her.

Parting her folds, I flutter my tongue against her clit and dig my fingers into her ass, holding her in place, so she can’t escape me. Driven by the need to make her come and explode against my tongue, I devour her.

“Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop…”

I’m merciless in my assault, and all it takes is a few seconds for Fallon to crest. Her tiny hands release the sheet and make their way into my hair. Using her nails, she digs them into my scalp and holds my head in place. Lifting her hips, she literally grinds her pussy against my mouth like she can’t get enough, and I almost chuckle. When I’m between her legs, the world around us falls away. Nothing matters except the joining of our bodies.

Trembling, she lets out a raspy sound-the noise is like a lightning bolt straight to my cock. Fueled with the need to feel her tight pussy around my cock, I remove her death grip on my head and shove off the bed, pushing my sweatpants down my legs.

Climbing back on the bed, I hover above Fallon, moving between her still spread legs.

“Take your shirt off. I want to see your body.”

Reaching for the hem of her shirt, she leans forward and pulls it off. She tosses it to the floor and looks up at me. Her cheeks are heated, and her chest rises and falls so rapidly you would think she was running a marathon.

Her dusky pink nipples are hard peaks, begging to be sucked. Leaning forward, I take one into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the bud. There is nothing like the way she tastes-like sweet honey and vanilla. Her scent surrounds me, and all I want to do is bury myself deep inside her, but I tamp down the need, reminding myself that I want to take this slow, show her I’m capable of more than just fucking.

Releasing her tit with a loud pop, I pepper kisses across her chest and collarbone before taking the other nipple into my mouth. I lap at it, giving it the same amount of attention as the other. Fallon arches her back off the bed, pressing her chest into my face, and I wrap my arms around her and pull her into my chest.

My cock is caught between our bodies and slips between her slippery folds. I’m burning with need; the flames of desire threaten to consume me, and I know I can’t hold off any longer. I need to be inside her-now.

As if she feels the same, Fallon claws at my back while lifting her hips at the same time. It’s such a feeble attempt to guide my cock inside her.

Fallon lets out an airy plea, “I need you.”

“You have me,” I growl, easily guiding my cock to her soaked entrance.

I grit my teeth as I slowly sink the tip into her tightness. My chest heaves, and I swear I’m going to explode at any second. Eyes trained on hers, there is almost an overwhelming need in her depths. Easing her back against the mattress, I fill her with another inch.

The feel of her hands on me, clinging to my body like she can’t get enough. It’s a shock to my senses, to my resolve. Something, I wasn’t quite sure what it was, squeezed at the organ in my chest-guilt, anger, sadness. It could’ve been any of those things. I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t want to think about it or feel it, but Fallon had that effect on me, making me feel things I shouldn’t.

Unable to hold off any longer, I slide home. The head of my cock hits her cervix, and my balls come to rest against her ass. It’s a snug fit, and she squeezes me like a glove. We both let out a sigh of pleasure, and then I start to move.

My movements are slow at first, but soon I gain speed, thrusting in and out of her. We climb the hill of pleasure together, our breaths mingle, and our hearts clash in our chests, beating to the same rhythm. When Fallon starts to fall apart at the seams, her muscles quivering, her head tipped back into the pillows, and her lips spilling delicious sounds, I allow myself to let go.

My movements become a little faster, and I can feel it… my release is on the cusp of us.

“I’m coming,” I grunt, slamming a fist into the mattress beside her head.

Fallon wraps her arms around my neck, spreading her legs wider. A second later, the pressure becomes too much.

My toes curl, and I stop moving altogether, becoming as stiff as a board. Warm spurts of cum spill inside of her, and I let my eyes fall closed to bask in the feeling. The sound of my heart thunders like a galloping horse in my ears.

Out of nowhere, warm lips press against mine. It’s a soft kiss, full of hesitation, but it’s a kiss. I feel the heat of it deep in my bones. A piercing breath fills my lungs, and it’s like I’ve been tossed into an icy pond.

Why would she do that?

Anger replaces the blissful feeling in an instant. I blink my eyes open and find Fallon peering up at me, her eyes wide, her cheeks pink, and her forehead sweaty.

She looks scared and flinches as I pull out of her and climb off the bed. She kissed me. She fucking kissed me. I haven’t kissed a woman since…

Anger prevails, owning me.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t… I don’t know why I did that,” she tries to explain.

“You don’t know why you did it?” I mock and turn around to face her.

I’m seething. It’s like she’s ripped the fucking rug out from under my feet. I thought I had everything figured out, fucking planned, and then she presses her warm lips against mine, dooming me to an eternity of thoughts I shouldn’t be having.

Shaking her head, she causes strands of blonde hair to fall across her sweaty forehead.

“I’m sorry. It didn’t mean anything.”

A growl lodges itself in my throat. “Of course, it didn’t mean anything.”

I want to say more, to tell her never to do something so stupid or careless again. I want to say something cruel to push her back down, to keep her in place, but I can’t make the words come. It didn’t mean anything.

No, it didn’t, because if it did… I didn’t even want to think about the results of such an action. The easiest thing to do was to drop it and move on. I’d make sure it never happened again.

“Forget it. It’s time for a shower. I’ve got a job to do today. Move it,” I order through my teeth, waiting impatiently for her to start moving.

Her throat bobs, and her brows pucker together. She’s confused and maybe even a little hurt, but she’s doing a damn good job of hiding it.

She climbs off the bed and walks over to me slowly, her eyes trained on the floor. I’m half tempted to grab her by the arm and drag her into the shower. I don’t want to talk, and I don’t have the patience to deal with her bullshit.

Her timid gaze finds mine. “I’m sorry, Markus.”

Sorry? She is apologizing for kissing me when all I want her to do is drop it. She needs to forget it ever happened, so I can forget about it.

“I don’t want your apology. I want you to forget it ever happened, and I don’t want you to ever try something so stupid again. Now move before I put you in the shower, and don’t even think I won’t because I will.”

With big eyes, she squeezes past me and into the bathroom.

I follow behind her, telling myself that it was nothing, just a kiss, just sex.

None of it means anything, and especially not with her.