Forbidden Love with the Marine(36)
There were no words to speak; being taken so powerfully by a man like Blade would make any woman lose her power of speech. The only language she seemed capable of was manifested in moans, shrieks and squeals of pleasure.
He suckled hard on her lush tits while he rammed his hips in a piston-like cadence that built up to a steady, unbreaking crescendo. Makayla couldn’t fight it. She felt lost. He touched her deep within; took her senses to heights they’d never been. He strained against her as he pumped that hot, steel pipe of a cock in and out of her achingly responsive sheathe. If she got any wetter, they’d both be in a puddle.
Her hands, greedy and restless, roamed over every single bulge and dent of muscle. Touching him alone could make her orgasm speed up to the maximum within seconds. She held back as long as she could, wanting every moment to count. Beads of sweat broke out on their skin, making them slide slickly against each other.
It was an animalistic mating, unashamed and unbound – with no excuses.
He f*cked her the way man must have f*cked his woman at the beginning of time. He gave her his hard, pulsing passion and demanded her sweet softness to submit without question. Makayla pulled herself off the pillows, her teeth aiming for that thick, beautiful vein in Blade’s powerful throat. She needed a piece of him in her mouth as she coasted the waves carrying her unerringly to her climax.
Faster, and faster...deeper, and harder. Minutes could have passed – or hours. It felt like forever that he’d been embedded within her core, racking her insides until she had nothing left to give. Blade...how aptly he was named. He cut her up, split her in half, and ripped past her very last barrier.
Her nails raked down his powerful back, her teeth sinking deep into his neck when she suddenly came in a shocking, irresistible rush.
“Oh Christ,” she heard Blade groan as her whole body spasmed from inside out around him. She lost power over her very muscles as they rippled and shook. A white shaft of light blinded her for a moment and all she had to cling to was that massive cock raging like a battering ram through her *.
“Makayla,” Blade breathed, as her body went perfectly still.
He stopped thrusting and yet within her subconscious, she could still feel his organ throbbing thick and powerfully inside her. After a full minute she turned her head to him, and she heard his relieved sigh. She could almost sense him thinking ‘thank goodness, I thought I’d killed her’.
Her eyes blinked open as she gazed up at him, bringing him into focus with difficulty. She could see the strain on his face from holding back. He wasn’t even breathing hard; though the sheen of perspiration on his forehead showed how much effort he was taking not to obliterate her with that massive cock.
Now, she could sense the final trigger still ready to go off within her secret folds. Sliding her arms to link behind his neck, she spread her legs as wide as they could go, her knees raised high as she half-whispered to her lover, “It’s okay. Let go.”
In moments, Blade brought her to her second, even more powerful orgasm as he all but pummeled her to the depths with his cock moving in blurred, chopping strokes that snatched at her very soul. That was it. Done. Makayla closed her eyes in pleasure, just as he flooded her with cum, his growls of satisfaction ringing in her ears.
Chapter Seven
Makayla felt gouged out, torn up...hammered down. She moved her eyelids – the only part of her body she could move, and sought her lover from somewhere in the mist still surrounding her vision.
There he was. Lying right next to her, staring up at the ceiling with a dazed look on his face as now, his broad chest heaved with deep, belly- stretching breaths.
He must have felt her gaze, because he moved his head in her direction and pinned his eyes to hers. “We’re still alive,” he muttered half-humorously.
Suddenly, Makayla laughed. Found the strength to move her limbs and snuggle up to the solid wall of flesh beside her. “Yes, it was that good,” she said in way of reply. “I see I was right about you, Blade. You do pack a mean arsenal.
He rumbled in his chest, turning them over so that she was lying above him as he raked his eyes over her face. “And you can bet I haven’t run out of ammo...”
Blade was asleep when she woke up the next morning, slipping out of bed after planting a soft, proprietary kiss on his cheek. He was right where she wanted him to be.
Makayla still had a stupid grin on her face as she started to prepare breakfast. It was Saturday so she didn’t have to go to work. Hopefully, Blade would be happy to be awoken with some food. Makayla couldn’t cook to save her life, but she could brew stupendous coffee. And she could manage not to char the toast beyond consumption. That left eggs...well, maybe she could try poaching some; surely that didn’t need the brain of a space scientist to manage.
The phone rang close to her shoulder on the wall, and she turned to it in surprise. Who would be calling this early? Her mind went straight to her roommate Gina and Makayla quickly rubbed her hands down on her apron. She hoped everything was okay over there in the Bahamas. But then, deciding it could be any one of her friends or family, Makayla quickly answered the phone. “Makayla Stiles here.”
The person on the other end seemed to draw in a breath and pause. And then Makayla heard an unfamiliar female voice, clipped and somewhat deep. “I’d like to speak to Blade Weber, please?”
Makayla was curious, wondering who the woman could be even as she replied, “I could get him for you. I mean, he’s asleep but – “