In Too Deep(94)

"Except for that gun in your underpants," I teased, reaching out with my right foot. The Lycra of his shorts let my foot slide over his bulging cock like it was covered in oil. "Now tell me."

"Tell you?" Mark asked, a small smile on his face. He knew what I wanted. "I suppose you want me to tell you that you're the most beautiful woman in the world, and that every time I see your soft, beautiful skin it drives me wild?"

"Hmmmm, it's a start," I cooed, sliding my foot over his cock again. I hooked my big toe into the waistband and started to pull it down, which was more difficult than I had anticipated. After a few seconds, Mark helped, pushing the tight shorts down and off, his cock springing free. "But that, as sexy as it is, is not what I wanted to hear."

Mark smiled, pushing my legs to the side and crawling up on the bed next to me. "Maybe," he whispered as his hand came up to lift my t-shirt, cupping my left breast and driving the breath out of me when his thumb brushed my nipple, "what you want to hear is that if you give me the chance, I'm going to spoil you, and give you every little fantasy you've ever imagined, every little gift your heart desires."

"You know what my heart desires," I replied, pulling him in and kissing him. Our tongues met, and we slowly kissed for what seemed like hours. Mark ran his hand down my body to slide my soaked cotton shorts off, leaving both of us in just our t-shirts. I wrapped my hand around the hard shaft of his cock, pumping him slowly while his fingers rubbed me. "But that's not what I want to hear."

Mark lifted my left leg up, sliding in between, forcing me to let him go. Taking his cock in his hand, he traced the thick head up and down my wet slit, teasing me with his eyes and with his cock. "I know what you want me to say. I want the same thing," he said honestly, his eyes deep with emotion. "I love you, Sophie White."

When he said my name, Mark pushed inside me, filling me with one stroke. Propping himself up on his knees, he lifted my hips up to him, then lifted me until I was sitting in his lap, stretched and filled by his wonderful cock. "I love you Sophie, and I always will."

The position we were in allowed me to control the pace of our lovemaking. Lifting myself up and down slowly, I luxuriated in the feeling of his cock slowly sliding in and out, each perfect inch different from the last it seemed, and each wonderful. Mark held me in his arms while I rode him, before I noticed a slight grimace on his face. "What is it?" I asked, pausing. "Am I hurting you?"

"No," Mark chuckled. "I did it to myself. My calves have gone to sleep kneeling like this."

We both ended up laughing, falling to the side so that I could keep Mark's cock inside me while still allowing him to stretch out his legs. Once on the mattress, I grinned and rolled him over onto his back, straddling his waist. "You didn't think I'd let go of such a wonderful position, did you?" I groaned, riding his cock. "It feels too good to let that happen."

Mark brought his hands up to cup my breasts, pinching and rolling the nipples between his fingers, and I threw my head back, crying out at the pleasure. My hips sped up, faster and faster until I was riding him as hard as I could. Leaning forward, I planted my hands on either side of his head while my breasts dangled in his face, letting my ass buck up and down, his cock filling me over and over. My clit rubbed against the hard muscles right above his cock, and I saw stars shoot across my vision.

Mark's lips never hesitated, sucking my nipple deep into his mouth and licking the sensitive tip with his tongue. I couldn't hold out much longer, so I poured my heart out as I rode him. "I love you, I love you," I said over and over as I plunged myself upon his cock.

Finally, I could take no more. Pushing back as hard as I could, I impaled myself on him, burying my face in his shoulder and screaming as a deep, hard orgasm gripped me. Mark held me tight, letting my body tense and quiver, until I started to relax. He suddenly held my hips tightly and bucked up, his legs propped up on the bed as he sought his own orgasm. In only four more strokes, he groaned and found his own release. I sagged against him, utterly spent.





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I woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare, in which the gunmen had shot first through the door, hitting Mark, before they came after me. I woke up with a short, startled scream before I felt Mark's presence behind me, holding me in his arms and soothing the fears away. "Shhh, you're safe," he whispered in my ear. Even in my half asleep state I could feel that he had changed back into his clothes, and was awake and aware. "Go back to sleep, I'll protect you all night. I love you."

Before I could protest, sleep hammered me back into the blackness, and I felt myself go. At least that time there weren't any more dreams.





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Mark





The next morning, we had breakfast at a nearby Burger King, since I much prefer their breakfast burrito over anything on the McDonald's menu. As I munched, I lamented. "You know, it's been almost a decade since I left the South, but I miss Hardee's," I said as I squirted a bit of ketchup onto the eggs inside the tortilla. "They may say they merged with Carl's Jr, but it's not quite the same, I don't think."

"Never had either," Sophie replied, munching on her sausage biscuit. "In fact, this is the first fast food I've had in months."