by M J Marino
Again, my mouth, throat, and tongue work him to the edge. When I sense he’s close, my fingers snake past his balls to the soft flesh right behind them, next to his anus. I brush the lightest touch against his taint.
He gasps with surprise, his hips bucking up till his cock is all the way down my throat, and he shoots his load into me. I suck and suck as he continues to shoot ropes of come inside me. I don’t let up until his groans turn to whimpers, and I slowly pull him out of my throat with a wet pop.
The smile I give him puts his devil grin to shame.
“Come here, you,” he growls, pulling me up to his eager and hungry lips.
He kisses me with such passion that my head is swooning with lust. His tongue swipes against mine. Can he taste himself on my tongue the way I taste myself on his?
“If I knew a mouth like yours existed, I would have searched to the ends of the earth to find you.” His words stir something in me—I feel powerful, beautiful, and extremely wanted.
“Well, buckle up, biker boy, because I’m far from done with you.” I reach between us and grab his already growing cock. He groans with need as I work his thick shaft roughly in my hand the way I know he likes it.
When he’s fully erect and firm as a board in my hand, I position myself over him. I know Maceo is worried about dry fucking me, because he always heavily coats his cock in my juices before taking me. But the wetness between my thighs is more than enough, and my eagerness to feel him inside me makes me bypass the step.
I slide right down onto him and don’t stop until I’m on top of his groin. We both groan as his length stretches me, the tip of him pressed against my cervix. We wait a heartbeat, and my pussy relaxes to accept him.
Testing the waters, I rotate my hips to see if I’m loose enough to begin moving. I feel like I’m ready to burst into instant orgasm in this position, panting with need. I work my hips again and watch as his dark eyes roll back into his head. It gives me a little power trip, to surge forward as I slowly begin to rise and fall on his shaft. I lean back, resting my hands behind me on his thighs, my breasts thrust out into sharp peaks, and I work us both into a tizzy.
I moan. “God, you feel so good inside me.”
“No place I’d rather be,” he groans, licking his full lips. “I would stay here inside of you forever if I could,” he breathes, making my head swoon with want.
Maceo sits up and sucks one of my breasts into his mouth before he moves onto the next. I moan and thrust my hips forward before throwing my arms around his neck to help me get leverage. He meets me thrust for thrust, his arms snaking around my body.
Suddenly, he’s pistoning up into me, trying to take the lead again. If I wasn’t power hungry right now, I would let him finish us both off. It feels too damn good to have him this deep. But I’m directing tonight.
I push him back down against the bed and pull myself off of him, straddling his waist. He roars his frustration and clenches his teeth, forcing himself to calm down. I smile cruelly at him.
“You’re enjoying my discomfort far too much,” he says in a deep husky voice, making my toes curl.
I give him a salacious grin. “I don’t enjoy your discomfort. I enjoy making you wait to come, like you do to me.”
He groans at my admission. “Don’t go fucking abusing the power. I may take you instead, if you tempt me enough.”
“Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it.” I giggle before sliding back down on him and rotating my hips forward.
His breath catches, and I like the sound he makes. I repeat the motion again and again. It’s not long before I’m fucking him as harshly as he fucks me. My legs are shaking, and I need to splay my palms across his chest to hold myself up. He grips my hips tightly and I know I will have marks on them tomorrow. The way his dark brown eyes watch me with wanton need as I take him has me hurtling over the edge.
My orgasm has me screaming his name as my pussy grips Maceo’s cock, but I don’t stop when my climax continues and I’m spent. I know he’s getting close. He grunts more and tries hard to speed me along.
But I have another ace up my sleeve.
I’ve never tried this position before, but he seems too far gone to care if I mess up or I’m awkward. I pull myself off of him and quickly spin around to a reverse cowgirl before I slide back down.
He’s told me he’s an ass-man. This position should be his undoing.
Surprised, he sucks in harshly before his hands are on my ass. I lean forward, resting my hands on his shins, giving him a better view of my bottom.
“Fuck me! Pixie, you’re driving me out of my damn mind.”
Oh, oh! Ooh, his frenum piercing is hitting me perfectly in this position. I can feel myself quickly building toward another orgasm. Guess we’ll both be having multiples tonight.
My breathing is labored, but I’m determined to see this through. I will bring him to orgasm before I allow myself to get lost.
Suddenly, Maceo grabs me by the hips and starts thrusting furiously. I guess he’s had enough of me being in control, and I’m okay having him help bring us both over the cliff.
“Maceo,” I beg, for what, I’m not sure. I need more of him and his words. “Oh my. Mmm, oh,” I pant as I feel myself reaching the edge. So damn close.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he moans as he claims me.
My pussy grabs hold of him and won’t let go as I inch closer to my release. “Fuck, Maceo, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours…” I cry out.
“Damn right you are!” He roars, reaching his own release, and filling me with warmth.
His orgasm triggers my own. My pussy clamps down harder on him, sucking him deeper into me, milking every last drop he has to give. I’m moaning loud enough that I’m sure Brian is downstairs getting an earful. I will be beyond embarrassed walking around here tomorrow, but right now I’m too damn happy to give a shit.
Maceo pulls me backward and off of him till I’m cuddling against his chest. His lips are all over my mouth, my face, my throat. All I can do is feel the love he’s giving me and kiss him back with as much as I can give in my sated state.
I love this man in front of me. Head over heels, fucking falling forever, in love with him.
“Christ, that was good,” Maceo crows as he lies on his back, rubbing me against him with his calloused hand. “I may need to give you the wheel more often.”
Kissing his wild heart, I nuzzle in to his side and purr with delight. “How did you know I needed that tonight?”
Maceo gives me an unwavering smile and I melt a little inside. “Because I know my woman and her needs. I can read you like an open book, Josephine. You’ve been stressed. No, scratch that, you’ve been going crazy with anxiety over everything. I know why you’ve been a workaholic this week and it has everything to do with Esteban. I wanted to give you the control you needed tonight, only over me instead of work.”
“Only tonight?” I tease, my hand reaching down to stroke his cock still wet from our romp.
Maceo dark eyes are ablaze with hunger and he rolls on top of me. “It’s my turn now. Let’s see if I can make you scream loud enough the outdoor security comes to investigate,” he taunts, sinking into me.
I don’t know how long I’ve slept, but I know it’s longer than it’s been the past six weeks. Maceo took me two more times last night—once in the tub and again in the bed—and each time was no less intense than the first. He wanted to work my body into a coma. Mission accomplished.
I roll over in the big bed to find Maceo, but he’s not there. I sit up and hear someone singing in the bathroom. Maceo?
I’ve never heard him sing before, and damn his voice is fine as hell. It’s Spanish, and I have to listen closely to grasp the meaning of the words. It’s a love song and my heart suddenly swells to twice it’s size. Could this guy get any hotter if he tried?
Drawn to his voice, I crawl out of the bed and sneak into the bathroom. He’s singing away in the shower with his back to me. I tip toe inside and lean aga
inst the wall, listening to him. I hate it when Maceo catches me singing. I get bashful as hell when he tries to coax me on, but I get it now, listening to him in his deep baritone voice. It’s sinfully erotic.
Unexpectedly, he spins around and snatches me by the waist, making me squeal with surprise. He pulls me into the shower and pins my body to the tiled wall where he rubs his slick frame against mine, singing the last verse of the song in my ear. My eyes flutter closed, letting his words wash over me in his protective arms.
“I fucking love you, Josephine,” he whispers against my ear, making me sigh. His lips capture mine in a searing kiss. I’m gasping for air when he finally breaks it.
He has a feral gleam in his dark eyes, holding my gaze. “Do you have any idea what you do to me? You make me want to be a better man. You make me want things I never knew I wanted. I fucking need you by my side, always. I can’t live without you. You’re my life force.”
My heart is skipping with happiness. “Oh, Maceo,” I coo.
He sinks us to the shower floor, and I sit straddled in his lap, kissing him like my life depends on it. Maceo pulls back a little till he’s looking deep in my eyes.
“Marry me, Josephine,” he whispers.
Whoa! What? I couldn’t have heard correctly.
“Pardon?” I squeak, bewildered.
He gives me a panty dropping grin. “I said marry me, Pixie,” he says more clearly. There’s no mistaking him.
My mouth drops open. “Are you serious?”
His smile grows wider, showing off those pearly whites of his against his russet skin. “Never been more serious about anything in my life.”
My eyes practically pop out of my head. Holy shit! Where is this coming from?
I know the sex was good last night, but it’s great every time. Does he want this, or is he saying this in the heat of the moment?
He laughs at my reaction. “Yes, I want this. I want this with you.”
“Jesus! Are you reading my thoughts now?” Is he reading my facial expressions?
He chuckles darkly, wrapping me closer to him. “I’ve always been able to read you, baby. Your emotions are like a textbook written all over your face.”
My cheeks flush with embarrassment.
“I love that color on your face,” he admits, kissing my nose. “So, what do you say, Pixie? Will you make me the happiest man in the world by becoming my bride?”
“Uh, uh, uh, oh my God! This is insane! We’ve known each other for less than two months!” I scramble for reason.
He chuckles. “And we fucked fifteen minutes after meeting each other and look how awesome that turned out. For comparison’s sake, six weeks versus fifteen minutes is like years of dating leading up to this point.”
It’s a little hard to argue with his logic, as frenetic as it is, because I get it. But this is fast. Real fast. Marriage is forever. If he’s only doing it for shits, kicks, and giggles, I will be crushed.
He runs a big palm along my cheek. “Marriage means forever for me too, Pixie.”
“Shit, you could read that on my face, too?” I peep, frightened.
He shakes his head and laughs. “No, I didn’t need to. You said it out loud.”
Nervous about saying anymore of my thoughts out loud, I bit my lower lip.
“Careful baby. You’re going to bite the damn thing off if you clamp your lip any harder. That’s my job,” he teases before turning serious. “I know this is fast, but I promise you I’m not doing this on a whim or for a wild ride. I would never be reckless with your heart. I want you as my wife, to have and to hold forever. I want to be your husband and show the rest to the world how fucking lucky I am to have your love. I want this with you.
“I promise you will never regret saying yes to me. I will treat you like the queen you deserve to be and I will never let you doubt my love for you. You will be my first and last thought in everything I do; hell, you already are. I want to make it official in front of the people we care the most about it. You can make Hades the ring bearer if it pleases you. Say yes and I promise to make all your wildest dreams come true.”
My heart is sprinting.
Maceo grabs both sides of my face and kisses me with a feverish passion I’ve never experienced. All his love, all his hopes, all his dreams are sealed in that kiss, along with the promise of forever.
“Say yes,” he commands in a murmur against my swollen lips. “Say you’ll marry me. Say yes to me, to us.”
I listen to the little voice inside of me that pushed me toward him the first time. I listen to my gut doing somersaults in anticipation. I listen to my heart pounding for Maceo. And more importantly, I listen to Maceo himself.
Everything points me to where I was always meant to be, by him forever and always.
“Yes,” I whisper against his lips.
Maceo gasps. He takes my lips to seal the deal in a long scorching kiss. “Oh, thank fuck,” he cries with relief. He presses me into the shower floor, and sinks into me.
My legs wrap around his torso, my arms hold on to his broad shoulders, and my lips claim his. He kisses me back softly, gently. One of his massive hands cups the back of my head, and the other slips behind me, pressing into my back. He’s cradling me in his embrace, treasuring me like I’m priceless.
Maybe it’s because I’m wound tight with emotion that I’m sexually overcharged, but he’s only glided into me a dozen times and I’m coming. I scream my release, grasping on to his back, digging my nails into his skin. He roars, thrusting once more, as my body pulls his pleasure from him.
I lie panting against the shower floor. “Geez. I’ve never come that fast.”
“Not since I was teenager,” Maceo confesses. He chuckles before standing up, hoisting me to my feet.
Dizzy from all the passionate sex, he holds me a few moments till I’m steady. He grabs the hair soap, working it into my hair, massaging and running his fingers gently through my snarls. I moan at the contact, making him groan.
“You keep up those little noises and I’ll take you again,” he warns, washing the suds from my hair.
I smile and make him bend down so I can wash his hair. He groans with satisfaction when I press my fingers hard against his scalp, massaging the soap in. “Right back at you, handsome,” I giggle.
He runs the conditioner through my hair and then his own hair. We rinse and fight over who gets to soap the other’s body first. He wins by using his brute strength, but he better be nice, or else he’s going to get another reminder of how payback’s a bitch. His hands make quick work of cleaning my body, paying extra attention to my butt cheeks, biting each cheek when he runs the wash cloth over them.
I go a little slower with him, letting my fingers roll over each hard panel on his taut stomach. I trace the deep V of his pelvis, moving lower till I’m running the cloth over his growing penis. He groans and pulls me to him, holding me close.
We jump out and dry off quickly. This somehow turns into a towel snapping party. I race around the bedroom, screaming with giggles, and he tries to crack my ass. He tackles me on the bed, and we both roll around, kissing zealously.
Hades whimpering at the bedroom door is the only thing that pulls us apart. Maceo throws on a shirt and a pair of jeans, sans underwear, and rushes out of the room. Hades barks and gallops after him.
Laughing, I roll out of the bed. I dig through my bag, finding lots of revealing clothing, and shake my head. That’s what I get for letting Maceo pack my luggage.
I settle on the white cotton dress he loves and white ruffled low-rise bikini panties. I forgo the bra since it doesn’t do much for the little I have on top. I’m perky enough to pass it off. Maceo will probably get all riled up knowing I’m bare on top.
I’m nearly done with French braiding my hair when Maceo returns with Hades. “Breakfast is waiting downstairs,” he says, smiling.
Maceo’s eyes home in on my outfit, paying extra close attention to my chest where my nipples stretch out the fabric of my dr
ess. He grabs himself through his jeans and mutters a curse. “Wicked woman,” he groans, making me giggle. “You seriously want me walking out there with a hard-on?”
“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” I say innocently, trying hard to hide my smirk. I tie off the end of my braid.
Maceo comes up behind me and kisses the back of my neck, making me purr. “The hell you don’t,” he murmurs into my flesh.
With lightening speed, he twirls me around, throws me over his hulking shoulders, and slaps my ass, making me yelp. Laughing, he walks us downstairs to the main level.
“Morning, Brian,” Maceo chirps, waltzing past him. Brian probably got a full view of my ruffled ass since my dress is hiked up. I nearly die of embarrassment. Doesn’t help that I recall screaming through my orgasms, and Brian undoubtedly overheard.
“Mr. Tabares,” Brian greets, swallowing roughly. “Ms. Josephine.”
“Hi, Brian,” I mumble against Maceo’s back, thankful my face is hidden from view.
Maceo’s shaking with laughter by the time he sets me down in the kitchen. I slap his chest. “You did that on purpose, you alpha asshole.”
“If I’m going to be walking around here with a giant boner in my pants, they sure as shit are going to see why I’ve got it.” He gives me a salacious grin before kissing me on the top of my head. He pulls me to the breakfast nook.
A delicious-looking quiche is in the center of the table with a platter of fruit and a giant bowl of crispy hash browns next to it. The delicious aroma makes my stomach growl.
A middle-aged man with an apron and a jolly look comes over and pulls out my chair for me. “Ms. Josephine, good morning. Would you like coffee? Tea? Mimosa?”
This must be Chef Jordan. I smile back at him. “Good morning. I would love some coffee, but could I have a mimosa too?” I ask shyly.
He laughs and nods before turning to Maceo. “And for you, sir?”
“I’ll have the same,” Maceo says, his eyes focused longingly on me.
