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As soon as we enter my apartment, I’m on her.
I cage Sloane against the wall, my arm against her neck, holding her in place as I devour her mouth with mine. I’d basically all but dragged her from that damn gala to get her in my car and back to my apartment as soon as possible.
I don’t know what will happen with us, but I’m gonna make the most of tonight since I’m not sure I’ll ever get this chance again.
“Marco,” she whimpers and my cock leaks at the sound of my name coming from her lips.
“I need you.”
Fucking Christ.
“I’m all yours, baby,” I murmur before stepping back and pulling her towards my bedroom. If we’re doing this, then we’re doing it on a fucking bed.
“Strip,” I order as soon as we step inside my room. She undoes the tie at the back of her neck, letting her dress fall to the floor and leaving her in only a pair of panties and her heels.
She turns and bends over to undo the clasps on her shoes, teasing me with that perfect ass up in the air as she does. I hum approvingly before she stands and turns back to face me. She stares at me for a moment until I raise a brow, silently telling her I know what she’s doing.
I know it’s been a while, but I know damn well she hasn’t forgotten how to do as she’s told.
She rolls her eyes, hooks her thumbs in her panties, and shimmies them down her legs.
Fuck, she’s breathtaking.
“Beautiful,” I murmur. “Now get on the bed.”
She climbs on, lying in the middle of the bed and opening her legs in invitation.
I crawl up the bed and loop my arms under her thighs, pushing until her knees are almost touching her chest, and placing a kiss on her ankle before shifting so I can lean down, still holding her legs in place.
“Such a pretty pussy,” I mutter. “And you’re soaked. Tell me, little warrior, what’s got you so wet, hmm?” I gently blow against her clit and she squirms in my hold.
“You’re dying for it, aren’t you? Even after all these years, you’re still nothing but a needy little slut who craves my cock.”
She whimpers and writhes, silently begging me to touch her.
Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you everything you could ever need.
I lightly brush my tongue against her center before languidly making my way up to her clit. I press a few gentle kisses to the bundle of nerves before I lose it.
Her taste. Fuck, her taste.
So fucking sweet.
She tastes just like I remember, only better.
“Fuck, Marco. I need more,” she groans, and I hook one leg over my shoulder to free my hand. I gather her juices on my finger, humming in contentment at how fucking wet she is before bringing my fingers up to her mouth.
“Taste how fucking sweet you are. Taste how greedy this pretty pussy is for me.”
She curses under her breath before wrapping her lips around my fingers and sucking, making me groan as I imagine those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.
Once she lets them go, I can’t help but take a moment to take her in. She was gorgeous ten years ago, but she’s fucking otherworldly right now. I want to capture this moment and keep it forever.
I start lapping at her clit once more and slowly push a finger inside her, reveling in how tight she is as I imagine her walls squeezing around me. Fuck, how I haven’t come yet, I have no idea.
I add another finger and slowly pump them in and out of her as I lick, nibble, and bite at her clit. It isn’t long until I can feel that she’s on the edge. I curve my fingers, making sure I’m hitting that perfect spot, as I suck her clit between my teeth.
Her moans intensify as she bucks against me and she fucking detonates.
I pull back and watch, enraptured as she soaks my hand and bed in her cum, until I’m moments away from just humping the bed to find some release. I’m so hard it hurts, and I can’t hold out any longer.
“God, Sloane. I need you.”
“Do it,” she cries out. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me, Marco.”
I let out a groan before sitting up and unzipping my slacks, pulling them and my briefs down just enough to free my aching dick. I give myself a quick stroke, smirking as I watch Sloane’s eyes fixate on my cock. A look of hunger flares in her eyes.
“Do you want us to use a condom?” I ask and she bites her lip, her eyes flashing with hesitation and vulnerability.
“Are you clean?” she asks.
I chuckle. “Baby, I haven’t been with anyone since you. Yeah, I’m clean.”
Her mouth drops open and she looks at me questioningly, as if looking for a lie.
“No one?” she asks, and I shake my head.
“Why?” she asks, dumbfounded.
“I loved you then, and I’ve been loving you ever since. Why would I want anyone else when I’ve already had perfection?” I cock my head to the side and she opens her mouth, as though she wants to say something, before snapping it shut and shaking her head.
“Jesus,” she whispers, awe clear in her tone. “I-I’m on birth control so we should be okay.”
“Are you sure, baby? I don’t mind wearing one,” I clarify, knowing this is a sensitive subject after everything I’ve found out lately, needing her to be absolutely sure about this.
She nods. “I’m sure. Fuck me, Marco.”
This woman will be the death of me.
I line myself up at her entrance and my eyes connect with hers as I slowly inch my way inside her. She doesn’t break eye contact with me until I’m fully seated inside her and her head drops back on a moan.
“Jesus, you feel so fucking good, baby,” I utter. “It’s like your pussy was made for my cock.” I pull back before slamming back inside her.
“Missed my little cock slut,” I murmur before leaning down and biting down on her shoulder.
“My little slut,” I whisper against her skin as I continue fucking her with measured thrusts. “My little whore.” I take her wrists and pin them over her head, holding her in place. “My little fuck toy.” My pace picks up and I groan at the feel of her. “My little warrior.” I keep one hand holding her wrists as I bring the other to her neck, squeezing. “Mine,” I groan and bring my lips to hers, making sure to keep a tight grip on her throat as I fucking lose all of my control.
“Such a perfect cunt,” I mutter as my rhythm becomes erratic. My grip on her throat never loosens as I thrust in and out of her, though I’m careful not to fully restrict her airway. I give it a tight squeeze as I feel her walls start to tighten around me. Her mouth pops open on a silent moan as she comes. I let go of her hands and neck, grabbing her legs and lifting them both over my shoulder as I pound into her.
“Fuck, Marco,” she whines. “I need to come again.”
A groan rumbles up my throat and I bite down on her ankle before lifting her hips and slowing my movements.
“Such a dirty girl,” I say with a hoarse chuckle. “Beg me for it.”
“Marco,” she cries and pleads me with her eyes.
I glare down at her. “Beg.”
“Jesus, fuck.” Her eyes squeeze closed. “Please let me come again. I need to come on your cock again before you fill me with cum, please.”
Well, that’ll fucking do it.
“I’ll only let you come if I have those pretty eyes staring at me while you do.”
Her eyes pop open and her gaze connects to mine. I stare down at her, silently telling her how much I love her. Those baby blues have had me in a fucking chokehold since the night I met her. I could never deny her anything, not a thing.
“Such a good little slut for me,” I murmur softly, still thrusting into her. “You can come, baby.”
And she does.
Sloane screams my name as her pussy strangles my dick like a goddamn vice. Her walls pulse and flutter around me, and I can’t for the life of me hold on. Considering this is the first time in ten years I’ve even gone near a woman, I can’t quite believe I’ve held on for as long as I have.
My vision goes white as my pulse roars in my ears. Maybe I grunt her name, maybe I fucking shout it, I don’t know. All I know is I come so hard and for so fucking long that it feels like it lasts an eternity, leaving me a panting mess on top of her.
“Fuck,” I curse once I finally come back to myself.
“Yeah,” Sloane sighs in agreement.
I stare down at her in awe before capturing her lips with mine. The kiss is the complete opposite of what we just shared. It’s slow and sweet. It’s warm and gentle. It’s everything. Don’t get me wrong, I love fucking her. I love her wild side and her dirty side, but I adore how she is afterwards, the way she melts into me and how trusting she is.
“I missed you, little warrior,” I whisper once I finally pull my mouth from hers.
She swallows roughly and stares up at me, her eyes swimming with unshed tears. “I missed you, too.”
I press a gentle kiss to her forehead before heaving myself off the bed and picking her up as her eyes trail over my still-clothed body.
“Seriously couldn’t even wait a few extra seconds to take your clothes off?” she asks with a laugh, and I shake my head.
“I’ve been waiting for you for ten years, Sloane. I wasn’t waiting another second,” I mutter as I head into the bathroom and turn the shower on. Once it’s heated up, I place her down on her feet and gesture for her to get inside. She stands under the water, staring at me with a scrutinizing expression as she watches me undress.
It isn’t until her eyes go hard at the sight of my chest and her steely voice cuts through the noise of the shower that I know I’m in trouble.
“What the fuck is that?”
