When he took me the other night, I felt thoroughly loved and possessed. His neediness for me is addicting. His grunts as he thrusted in and out of me turned me on even more.

“Angel.” He groans when I wrap my hand around his hard cock and stroke him. I’ve almost got him. Though I thought that before, and that’s how he ended up outside destroying perfectly good wood in more ways than one.

“I’m not sore,” I promise him. A bead of cum slips out from the head of his cock. The man is giant, and I understand why I was tender the next morning. I’m still a bit shocked that it fits inside of me, but I know it does. I lift my hips, but Marco grabs them, stopping me. “Let me love you.”

“Eve.” He doesn’t let my hips go, but he doesn’t stop me from lifting myself over his cock. I guide him to my opening. He hisses when the head starts to press inside of me. Slowly I let myself drop down onto him.

“See?” I moan. “I was right.” I try to be smug, but it’s really hard at the moment. I’m stretched full of him.

“When I get inside of you.” He grits his teeth. Taking back hold of my hips, he lifts me and then drops me back down on his cock. “Got no control.” I love that I can make him lose it. I grab his shoulders, never getting the chance to rock myself against him. Marco takes over, lifting me up and down. His cock slides in and out of me. Soon, he’s thrusting his hips up as he pulls me down, pounding deeper inside of me.

“There,” I moan, my head falling back as his cock hits the perfect spot deep inside of me. It’s not only that. I get off on his loss of control. My whole body contracts as I come. Marco keeps moving me, his grunts filling the room as I ride out my orgasm. He pulls me down hard, making me gasp at how deep he is. He holds me there as his release fills me. “Oh God.” I come again when his warmth blooms inside of me.

I press my face to his neck, enjoying the tingles that linger throughout my whole body. Marco's hands run up under the back of my shirt, stroking me. His rough fingers feel good against my skin.

I kiss his neck, slowly lifting my head. “See. I was right.” I smirk. He wipes it right off my mouth by kissing me. I don’t want to admit it, but I think Marco is way too good at handling me.

“I’ll take you back to your place,” he says, shocking the hell out of me when he releases my mouth. He cocks his head to the side, his eyes leaving mine.

“What the—” I’m cut off when Marco’s hand covers my mouth.

“Not a word,” he whispers into my ear. His whole demeanor has changed, and I’m getting to see the Marco he’s been trying to keep from me.