Marked

by Snow, Jenika

  He groaned. “How ready are you for me?”

  I felt my pussy muscles clench. “So ready,” I whispered.

  “Are you wet for me?”

  I nodded. “Soaked.”

  “Fuck,” he groaned and closed his eyes for a second before opening them again. “Don’t worry, Izzy girl. I’ll give you more than you can handle,” he said gruffly. “I’ll give you everything.” Tommy reached between our bodies and took hold of his dick. I held onto him with my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. And as we stared at each other for long seconds, the feel of his cock head right there at my pussy hole, I held my breath.

  “I don’t think I’ll last long once I’m buried in your tight body, baby.”

  Good, because neither would I.

  Chapter Eleven

  Izzy

  I was burning alive and didn’t want anyone to put the fire out.

  “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

  I was. God, I was soaked for Tommy.

  He thrust against me, rubbing his cock along my cleft and brushing my clit with every upstroke. “Damn, you are drenched for me, baby, so primed for my dick.” The scent of his cologne filled my head. Or maybe it wasn’t cologne at all. Maybe that was just Tommy’s natural aroma, one that was spicy and masculine and had me impossibly more aroused.

  He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to mine. Yeah, I was really doing this, really having sex with a virtual stranger, although he didn’t feel that way. I felt like I’d known him forever. Images of us together, skin wet with sweat, muscles taut from all the straining, filled my head and had me trying to shift, trying to impale myself on his cock.

  “Yeah, that’s so it, Izzy girl.”

  Without thinking, because at this point all I wanted was him shoved so deep inside me nothing else mattered, I slipped my hand between our bodies and grabbed his cock. Curling my fingers around his girth and giving him a squeeze had a distorted sound leaving Tommy. I shifted in his arms again and felt the tip of his dick pressed right at my entrance. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as we looked at each other, as we held our breaths.

  “Do it, baby.” He leaned forward an inch. “I’ll give you this moment of control, but once my cock is in your tight little pussy, all bets are off. I’ll be the one claiming you, marking you… keeping you.”

  And so I took the reins for this one moment in time and said, “Fuck me.”

  His nostrils flared and he groaned. “Fuck. Yeah.”

  His entire body was strung so tight, so hard against mine. He placed one forearm on the wall by my head, leaning in, supporting me with one hand on my ass. His strength made me feel like a woman.

  When he slid in an inch, stretching me wide, I felt my eyes go round. He bared his teeth and closed his eyes. This deep, almost feral sound left him, and I loved that I’d been the one to get it out of him.

  “You like my big cock in you, stretching your pussy so fucking wide?” He sounded possessed, like he was barely holding onto his control.

  “God, yes,” I whispered.

  “Yeah? Then tell me,” he demanded.

  I sucked in a lungful of air and nodded. “I like your big cock stretching me.” I felt like I was going to split right in two, and as filthy as that thought was, as erotic and obscene… it turned me on.

  “You’re so fucking tight and hot, Izzy. It’s like you’re strangling my cock.” He rested his forehead against mine, and we panted against each other’s mouths.

  I let my head fall back against the wall and closed my eyes, curling my nails into his flesh, hearing him hiss out. With one more shove, he pushed all the way into me until his balls slapped my ass. For just a second, Tommy stilled, maybe letting me get used to him being inside me, his size stealing my breath.

  He started moving in and out of me in steady, even strokes. I couldn’t wrap my head around the pleasure I already felt, and we were just getting started.

  “Christ, Izzy.” He was breathing hard now. “You feel so damn good. No one will ever compare to you. No one,” he said in a hoarse whisper and pumped into me again and again.

  Seeing and feeling all of that hard muscle flexing under his skin had a shiver working through me. He looked into my eyes and started fucking me even harder, never breaking his focus. Sweat covered my skin, and I saw beads of perspiration on his forehead, sliding down his temples. It felt like he was so deep inside me that every inch was taken up by his huge cock.

  Tommy let go of my ass and curled his arm around my waist, and I wrapped my legs around his hips tighter, really making sure I was pressed right down to him. He started moving in and out of me so fast the wet sounds of sex filled the hotel room.

  No doubt, the neighbors could hear.

  “Fuck, you feel so good.” He ground the words out. This low, deep growl left him, and I didn’t hold in my moan. Tommy slammed into me especially hard, and I felt my eyes roll back in my head. He pulled almost all the way out, the tip just barely at my entrance, and then slowly pushed back into me. As he did this over and over, I felt myself losing control.

  “Kiss me, please.” I didn’t stop myself from begging.

  He went back to kissing me until I knew I’d get off. With each passing second, he seemed to unravel even more… the same as me. I felt my orgasm mounting and wanted it to consume every inch of me.

  “That’s it, Izzy. Come for me, baby. Let me see you get off.”

  My lips parted, and I felt my eyes widen as it peaked inside me.

  He grunted. “Squeeze that pussy on my cock, milk the cum from me.”

  He was such a dirty talker, and I loved it. I squeezed my inner muscles around his dick, and he reached between us and pressed his thumb to my clit, rubbing it back and forth, really making me explode.

  He slammed into me over and over again, my orgasm riding strong, my body tingling.

  He slowed his thrusting, almost as if savoring it, prolonging the erotic torture. “I knew you’d feel this right,” he murmured seemingly to himself. Tommy started thrusting into me again, fucking me, as if to really cement his words.

  In and out.

  Faster. Harder.

  I got lost in the sensation, in the feeling of everything that was Tommy. And I felt myself falling over the edge once more, orgasming long and hard, my inner muscles clenching around his thickness.

  He grunted, groaned, demanded more.

  But right when I felt like the world was falling away from the pleasure, Tommy pulled out. I couldn’t contain my gasp at the sudden empty feeling. He growled like some kind of animal and, without saying anything, he turned from the wall with me in his arms and had us on the bed, me on my back, his muscular body on top of mine.

  He took hold of my wrists and lifted them above my head, holding them there with one hand as he leaned back and looked his fill of my breasts, lowering his gaze until he was looking between my thighs.

  “Keep them there, baby. Stay nice and spread out for me.”

  My heart was beating hard and fast, and even though I’d already climaxed more than once, I wanted more.

  “I hope you’re ready, Izzy, because I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

  Good, because I wanted as much as he’d give me.

  I never wanted this to end.

  Chapter Twelve

  Tommy

  All I could do was move back and stare at Izzy. All I could do was look my fucking fill of her gorgeous body. The fact that she was here with me, that I was about to sample her in every way I saw fit, had my cock raging hard.

  Grabbing my dick, I started jerking off as I looked at her tits, slid my focus down to her belly, traced her navel with my gaze, and finally stopped at her pussy. She had a trimmed thatch of dark hair covering her cunt, but fuck, her pussy lips were bare. I could clearly see her pink slit, could see her plump pussy lips. My cock was slick from her juices, and I was ready to have her pussy clenching around my cock as she got off again.

  “Izzy, baby girl… spread
your legs for me. Let me see your pussy lips part.”

  Her chest started rising and falling harder, but she listened so well as she placed her feet flat on the bed and did as I said. When her thighs were spread wide and her cunt lips parted obscenely, I couldn’t stop my groan. I also didn’t stop being an obscene fucker as I stroked myself harder and faster. I squeezed my cock until the pleasure and discomfort mixed into one, until I finally said fuck it and got on the bed.

  I covered her with my body and buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent that came from her.

  “Fuck,” I groaned. “You smell so damn good, Izzy.” I ran my tongue up the column of her throat at the same time I pressed my dick between her legs. “You feel so good. I’m never going to get enough. I’m always going to be addicted to you.” I ran my tongue along her bottom lip and felt my entire body tighten. I took possession of her mouth, sucking on her tongue, bringing the muscle into my mouth, and groaning.

  “Tommy,” she breathed out my name, and I felt this tug inside me. It felt damn good to hear her say it, especially in the throes of her passion.

  “That feels so good.”

  She arched up to me, her breasts rubbing along my chest, her pussy sliding over my dick.

  “It feels right, doesn’t it, Izzy?”

  “Yes, Tommy,” she moaned those words out.

  “It feels so fucking right to have you like this.”

  She nodded, her eyes closed, her mouth parted as she made a soft mewling noise. And when she opened her eyes, I saw a look of pure need reflected back at me.

  “Tell me what you want and it’s yours.” And I meant every fucking word of that.

  “I want you inside me.”

  Holy shit.

  “Say that again.” My voice was hoarse, demanding. I cupped her breast, my gaze trained on her eyes, and grabbed her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. “Say it, baby.” I continued to thrust against her pussy gently, dry-humping her, my cock sliding up and down her cleft.

  She licked her lips, her breathing labored. “Tommy, I need you. I want you inside me again.”

  Fuck.

  By the end of the night, Izzy would know she was mine.

  She would be mine.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Izzy

  The room spun as my arousal made my thoughts jumbled, had my mind hazy. I didn’t want to think about anything aside from right now with Tommy. But I also wondered if when morning came things would be different between us.

  Tommy’s words about owning me, claiming me... about not being with anyone else played through my mind.

  And I was shocked at how much I wanted that to be my reality.

  He pulled and twisted my nipple, causing little zings of electricity throughout my whole body. It felt so good, and he knew just the right place to touch me that lit me up. I’d never felt more out of control with my emotions or body than I did right now, and that made this even more exciting.

  “Yes,” I found myself moaning.

  He growled low in his throat, leaned down, and sucked my nipple into his mouth.

  “God, yes,” I said, unable to stop myself.

  When he let go of my nipple, I heard an audible pop. Tommy leaned back, and I knew I couldn’t take any more of this foreplay. And as I watched him, I felt like he was right there with me.

  He grabbed his cock and leaned back farther, and all I could do was stare in shocked erotic pleasure as he aligned himself with my pussy hole again. His cock, so big and long, so thick and glistening with my cream, had my lungs seizing.

  “I’m so damn hard for you, Izzy baby.” He swallowed, still poised at my entrance. “I won’t last once I’m inside you again.”

  Good, because I didn’t think I would either. But I didn’t say anything, because I couldn’t even form words right now.

  “You see what you do to me? You see how fucking hard I am?” He was looking right in my eyes.

  “Yes,” I finally managed to wheeze out. In one swift, penetrating move, Tommy buried himself to the hilt inside me.

  I arched my back and opened my mouth on a silent cry. He began thrusting in and out of me, starting slow but then moving a little faster. He cupped one bared breast again, rolling the nipple between his thumb and index finger. Then Tommy moved to the next and did the same thing, and all I could do was curl my nails around his biceps and hold on.

  The pleasure consumed me.

  Spreading my legs even wider and lifting my hips, I gasped when he hit something deep inside me. Tommy had his hands flat on the bed by my head, the weight of his body on me sensual, the air leaving me. I loved the pressure, loved the feeling of being pressed down by this man.

  He never took his gaze off my eyes as he fucked me, slamming his hips back and forth, his cock tunneling into my pussy.

  “You’re mine, Izzy,” he said softly, so low his words were slightly muffled. He lifted up so his body was no longer pressing me to the mattress, but he never stopped thrusting in and out of me. “How does it feel?” He groaned out those words.

  “So good. It’s feels so good, Tommy.” I felt him smooth his hand along my belly and stop right at my clit. He started rubbing the nub back and forth.

  Tommy lowered his face again, pressed his mouth against mine, and as our lips barely touched, he murmured, “I want you to come all over my cock, baby.” He grunted when he thrust inside of me deep. “I want to feel your pussy muscles milking me for my cum.”

  God.

  I let the sensations move through me.

  “Fuck, baby. Yes.” He took his hand and cupped my cheek, holding my head still as he fucked my pussy and my mouth. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the hotel room, and our sweat-slicked skin moved erotically against each other’s.

  Tensing, trying to hold off on coming, because I didn’t want this to end, I reached out and grabbed a chunk of his hair with both my hands, pulling on the strands until he pulled back from my mouth. Maybe a little aggressive, but I felt so wild and free right now that I had no control over my actions.

  “Tommy, I’m going to come,” I gasped out.

  He grinned, and it was one of those prideful ones, the kind that told me he fucking loved me admitting this. “Just let go for me.” He started thrusting in and out of me hard and fast, as if he needed me to get off so he could do the same. “I want you to come so fucking badly.” He was breathing so harshly. “I want that sweet pussy cream to cover my cock.” It was those erotic, dirty words that were my undoing.

  I let myself go.

  And God, did I fly high.

  When the tremors left me and I lay there sucking in air, he slowed his thrusts, but his body was still so tight, his focus still so intense. “I’m not going to last, baby.”

  “Then don’t,” I said without hesitation, wanting him so over the edge he couldn’t control himself. I felt drunk from my own pleasure. He kissed me again, and his tongue tangled with mine, the flavor of him having me desperately wanting more.

  “Wrap your legs around me, baby,” he murmured against my lips then went back to kissing me.

  I lifted my legs and hooked them around his waist, and I felt him slide in deeper. A gasp of pleasure left me.

  “Fuck, it feels incredible to be inside you.” The feeling of his mouth at the base of my throat had the air leaving me. He pulled out just enough that the crown of his dick was the only thing lodged in my pussy. Tommy slammed back into me, and I couldn’t keep my eyes open as pleasure washed over me. But I opened them again so I could see him, watch as he found his own ecstasy because of me.

  His eyes were closed, the tendons in his neck taut, and his jaw clenched. The drugged look he wore had my inner muscles clenching around his length, which caused him to groan deep in his throat. He shoved deep, and I moved up the bed. His hands were on the mattress beside my head now, and I could see out the corners of my eyes the way he pulled at the sheets, clenching the material in his big fists.

  He b
reathed out harshly, his big balls slapping my ass as he pushed into me harder than the last time. And all the while, he stared right in my eyes, the intensity consuming.

  “Izzy,” he grunted out my name. “I could go so much harder, baby. I could fuck you until every part of you was sore.”

  “Then do it, Tommy,” I said without any kind of filter or thinking about what I was saying.

  His whole body tightened. “You can’t say shit like that, Izzy. I’m liable to come from those words alone.” He slid his hand behind my head, gripped a chunk of my hair, and tilted my head back.

  I braced my feet on the mattress and lifted my hips in time with his powerful pumping, needing Tommy as deep as he could go.

  “That’s it, my girl. That’s so fucking it.” Sweat beaded his brow, and this dirty part of me wanted to lick it off. “Throw those hips back at me; fuck that little pussy on my cock.” He went hard and fast, but just as I felt another spark of pleasure steal over me, he pulled out, leaving me gasping.

  I wanted to cry out is frustration. “Don’t stop,” I managed to say in a soft, still pleasure-thick voice.

  He exhaled roughly. “No fucking way am I stopping this. But,” he said and his expression hardened, “I want you on your hands and knees so I can take you from behind.”

  My heart jumped to my throat. The demand in his voice was undeniable.

  “I want to see your ass when I fuck you, want to see you nice and spread for me, baby.”

  I nodded, but before I could verbally respond, I was flipped onto my belly and pulled up onto my hands and knees. And then he brought his hand down on my bottom.

  He spanked me like he owned my ass.

  A gasp left me again, but when Tommy started smoothing his hand over the erotically abused flesh, that discomfort turned to pleasure, and I moaned.

  “I want that pussy of yours stretched so wide around my cock you can’t handle it but don’t want me to stop.”

  God, he spoke so filthy. I loved it.