The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 1

His large, rough hands softly run down my sides, his thumbs grazing my nipples. He opens my legs and grips my thighs, squeezing them tightly as he presses his erection right where I want him to. I drag my nails down his chest, enjoying the shiver it elicits from him. My hands stop at his boxers and eagerly pull them down.

He removes them for me, his lips never leaving mine whilst he gently runs a finger down my stomach and to my pussy. He runs his finger up and down, driving me wild and coating himself in my juices. I gasp in shock and pleasure as he pushes his finger inside me. He instantly adds another when he pulls out.

In the dark, I fumble blindly down his body until I find his cock. I almost moan in anticipation as I feel how hard it is. I squeeze it tightly, shivering as it remains solid and relentless in my hands, twitching at me in response. I run my hand up and down a few times. It's been a long time since I've been with a man, and never have I been with this much of a man.

'Stop,' he hisses, pulling himself out of reach from me. He removes his fingers from inside me and before I can complain at the loss, he begins rubbing his blunt tip along my slit.

I swallow hard, my body practically shaking with excitement as he slowly enters me. I close my eyes and gasp in pleasure as he stretches me. The pain is addictive and I begin clenching around him as he pulls out and slams back in.

I grip onto his shoulders as he slams repeatedly into me, hitting the top of my cervix each time. Endless moans fall from my mouth and my stars blur my vision. He groans and rests his forehead on mine, one of his hands reaches over to squeeze my nipple.

My eyes fall shut and my breaths become shallow as he continues his wonderful assault on my body. Whilst one hand holds his weight, the other slides down my body to rub my clit. Intense pleasure begins to build in my stomach.

'Come for me,' he whispers huskily in my ear, and it's all the encouragement I need to reach my peak and fall apart in his arms with a breathy scream.

He holds me tightly, rolling us over so that I'm straddling him. I try to gather myself and ride him, but he grips my hips and lifts me up on his cock, doing the work for me. I place my hands on his pecs for support and take over, lifting myself off and then sliding myself back onto him. I throw my head back, so my hair tickles his thighs as I ride him. I feel a thin layer of moisture appear on my body at the exertion of riding him hard.

His hands tighten on my thighs, and he groans quietly. Sensing he might not last much longer, I clench tighter and pick up the pace.

'Fuck, Lucia,' he grunts, and I smile in satisfaction as he thrusts into me. But he surprises me by sitting up and wrapping his arms around me. He buries one of his hands in my hair and pulls my head to one side, I feel his lips on my neck and I tense up. He senses my hesitation and resumes kissing my neck.

'Tell me if you don't want me to,' he says as I continue lifting up and down on him.

'I want you too,' I reply shyly, grateful that he can't see much in the dim light.