“You said you can’t.” He circles my clit with his tongue. I need more pressure.

“What? No!” I try to lift my hips again, but I’m thoroughly pinned under him. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what's coming out of my mouth, but the last thing I want you to do is stop.” Marco closes his eyes and sucks in a deep breath, and I know he’s smelling my desire. It’s all for him. “It never felt this good.”

His eyes fly open, and the room goes from being too hot to a cold chill rolling through it. “Who wasn’t it this good with, angel? Because I know no one in Snow Hills has touched you.”

“Are you stalking me, big guy?” I bite my lip. A thrill courses though me at the thought of him not only stalking me but also him being jealous of another man touching me.

“I think the idea turns you on. Your pussy gives you away with its flutters.” He pulls his one thick finger out and thrusts it right back in, making me moan. “Now, who is this man that you let taste you?” Taste me. He doesn’t say sex or intercourse. I suppose a man would say fuck. Which leads me to believe he knows I’m still a virgin. He can feel that, but he doesn’t know if I’ve done other things.

“You want a full name? Social Security number too?” I tease him. Why I have no idea. I want his head back between my thighs sooner rather than later. I know it’s ridiculous, but I can’t help but love the fact that he seems jealous.

“A first name will do. I don’t need much to find what I’m looking for.” He keeps his finger deep inside of me.

“Me. I was talking about myself, Marco. It never felt this way when I touched myself.” His nose flares.

“Then I must ruin you so that you’ll crave my touch,” he says before his mouth descends onto me once again. He licks and sucks until he has my whole body quivering and screaming his name.

His mission is accomplished. I’ll never be the same after this.

9

Marco

Her juices fill my mouth. It’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. I lick and suck, wanting every drop of her I can get. Her moans fill the room. I’m relentless. I wasn’t joking when I told her that I wanted to ruin her. I want her to crave me the same way I do her. For her body to only ache for me when she’s in need.

Eve’s fingers dig into my hair as she thrashes under my hold. Her legs are shaking now. I’ve gotten two orgasms out of her, working her up to two fingers, but she’s still so damn tight. As turned on as I am, the thought of getting this taste of her and it being taken away scares the fuck out of me. That’s saying a lot, considering nothing or no one ever has that effect on me.