Innocence (Tales of Olympus #1)(77)

This time it was his lips crashing on hers and the way he kissed her, it was like he was devouring her. Did that mean that he, too—? Had he finally developed feelings—?

But there was no time to analyze things because it was moving quickly now.

Marcus fiddled with the zip at the back of her dress, managed to get it halfway down, whereupon it got stuck. And Marcus ripped the rest of the dress in half to get it off of her.

Cora screeched in protest but Marcus only grinned. It wasn’t a twitch of his mouth, either. It was a full, all out Marcus grin accompanied by the dimple and it took Cora’s breath away.

Which was unfair because then, when Marcus rolled them and flipped them, Cora was unprepared. Especially when she ended up on top.

“Wanna see you ride me, gorgeous.”

Cora’s mouth dropped open but the way his gaze glittered, Cora wasn’t in a mood to deny him. So she undid the clasp of her bra and took it off, shaking her hair out of its pins while straddling him. It had the intended effect of making her tits jiggle back and forth.

Marcus groaned, “Stop with the torture. Get that hot little cunt on my cock again.”

“So crude,” Cora pretended to chastise, leaning over and wagging a finger in his face. This had the bonus benefit of allowing her nipples to brush the hair on his chest and pebble up.

A sight which was not lost on Marcus. “Fuck,” he whispered harshly before reaching for her breasts.

He caught the entire weight of them in his large hands and he immediately began to roll them and gently pinch at her nipples.

She couldn’t help the immediate whimpered gasps that came from his actions. “Yes, yes. Like that. Just like that.”

She didn’t want him to stop for even a second, so it was her who reached down to align his member with her entrance again.

And with him torturing her nipples and filling her again with his thick, long, shaft, she was right on the edge and yet it felt like they’d only barely begun.

She rolled her hips and ground down against him. She didn’t care that they’d only begun. She needed it. She fucking needed it. Now.

So she rolled and ground down hard and dirty. She grasped Marcus’s hair and crashed their mouths together as the orgasm hit her. She screamed it into his mouth and clenched around him as tight as she could. His thrusts started getting more frantic and she hoped he finished soon because she didn’t think the orgasm would last for much longer.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh! One last little aftershock and it was done.

Marcus had slowed down his thrusts and she frowned. Did he—?

A gentle chuckle from Marcus rumbling beneath her was her answer.

“No, honey, I didn’t come yet. That was the first of many for you and when I come, you’ll know it.”

He rolled her yet again, this time so that she was on her stomach and he was coming at her from behind. He lifted her hips up and sank into her.

SMACK, he spanked her ass.

“Hey!”

Marcus chuckled deeper. “I may have let you be on top for a minute, but don’t forget who’s in charge.”

Chill bumps raced up and down Cora’s body. And not out of fear.

So Cora curved her head over her shoulder to look at him and she blinked her pretty lashes and she said, “Yes, Sir.”

If she thought his eyes had been bright before, they were nothing to the way his entire face came alive at her words.

He landed another smack to her opposite ass cheek.

And afterwards he soothed the skin he just smacked, sliding a finger down and around his shaft to gather some of her cream and rub it all around her ass, including her asshole.

Where, as he began to fuck her again, she felt one of his fingers start to probe.

That sent her into a full-bodied shudder. What was he— That was so dirty—

So why did it feel so damn good?

He stroked forcefully in and out of her sex, one hand at her clit, the other at her ass. And it was so much stimulation, all Marcus, everywhere Marcus—

Cora unabashedly howled her second release, squeezing on Marcus as he hit that glorious spot inside her with his every thrust, clenching and releasing around him, and clenching and releasing and clenching—

Marcus was right behind her, leaning over her shoulder to kiss her as he stilled, violently jerked back once and shoved back home.

Cora clenched and squeezed around him, wanting to hold onto him forever.

But as the moments always did, this one too came to an end.

Cora felt tears immediately flood her eyes. Dear gods, what was she thinking? How would amazing, soul shattering sex help anything when it came to her confusion over Marcus?

Marcus climbed off her and Cora immediately rolled to the edge of the bed, reaching for tissues from the nightstand to clean herself up.

“Where’s my bedroom?” she asked, proud of herself that she managed an even somewhat steady tone of voice.

Marcus didn’t say anything but right as she’d tossed the tissues in the trashcan, an arm hooked around her waist from behind.

“Marcus, what—?”

But she was already being dragged back down into bed. Marcus climbed beside her, or rather behind her, spooning her. He threw the sheet and comforter over them.

He turned off the lamps on the side table with his other hand and settled into bed as if nothing was wrong or out of the ordinary.

Marcus had never once cuddled after sex.