The Viper (Untamed Hearts #1)(49)
He slid his knee between her legs, forcing her to widen her stance as he alternated between pushing his fingers into her crazy tight, unbelievably slick *, and then using the slickness to rub her clit. He was teasing her, but he was sort of hoping she would tell him off for it.
Instead Katie wrapped both her hands behind his neck, giving him free rein over her body, and it was turning him on like crazy. He should be tapped out, but when she started arching into his hand, it made the slide of his cock against her bare back wet and erotic, and he realized he was teasing himself too.
He focused all his effort on her clit, and Katie started moaning, her chest heaving because she was always responsive. Scarily so. If a real man found her, instead of that chica Grayson, he could really take advantage of her.
A woman like Katie was made to f*ck.
She craved it as much as he did, and that left her wide open to getting hurt, but that didn’t stop Marcos from taking advantage of it, because he was born a thug, and he couldn’t help himself.
He groaned when she came with soft, panting gasps of pleasure that made all the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. She was still shaking, her pull on his neck heavier as her legs started to give out, but Marcos just tightened his hold on her and then pushed not one but two fingers inside her just to feel her clench around them.
“I love to feel you around me.” He arched his hips and pushed his cock tighter against the curve of her back. “You feel so f*cking good.”
Katie pushed his hands off her and turned around. She stood on her toes and cupped his face to kiss him. He pulled her hair and kissed her back, taking her mouth the way his cock wanted to take her body. He liked the feel of her tits against his chest and her ass in his hand.
“Tell me not to pull your hair anymore,” he panted against her lips.
“No,” she argued and then leaned in for another kiss, but he resisted rather than give it to her. She used her hold on his face to force him back to her and breathed into his mouth. “I like when you pull my hair.”
He groaned and kissed her and pulled her hair and licked the water off her neck and bit her earlobe until he was so f*cking desperate he could barely see straight.
“I left the condoms in my jeans.” He moaned as he grabbed her ass with both hands and arched his hips against her, enjoying the feel of her smooth, wet skin against his cock. “Fuck.”
Katie reached out and pushed at the shower door. Then she broke out of his arms and bent down, getting the floor wet as she reached in the pocket of his jeans. He eyed her ass and the line of her * as she tossed his cell phone and wallet onto the tile.
“You cracked your phone.”
“Whatever,” he mumbled as he stared at the way she looked on her hands and knees.
Katie found the two condoms that were in the back pocket and got to her feet. She tried to rip them apart, but Marcos yanked them out of her hand and pulled the door closed before she could.
“Like this, chica.” He turned her around and pushed her hands against the wall. He used his foot to nudge her legs apart as he admired the line of her back and all that hair, usually so wavy, now flowing in rivers down over her wet skin almost to those little dimples above her ass. “Co?o, eres bella.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you’re beautiful, cari?o.”
He leaned into her because he couldn’t help himself. He just wanted to be near her, to be skin to skin and know that for this exact moment, no one could hurt her.
“I should’ve killed him.” Marcos decided as he tossed the one condom aside and then used his teeth to tear open the second. “Then that’d be one less problem for you.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“Yes, I do,” he promised as he fought with the condom that never wanted to play well in the shower.
He kissed her neck when he was done and cupped her tits because they looked so good in his hands. Then he touched her again, stretching her for his cock, but he didn’t have the patience to wait more than a few minutes before he was holding her hips and pushing into her.
All that tight wet heat wrapped around him, dragging him down to a dark place as the pleasure hazed his common sense, and he pulled her hair again when he was buried to the hilt.
“He ever touches you. Hurts you. Looks at your wrong. Even breathes in your direction,” Marcos growled into her ear, using the hold on her hair to prove his point. “I’ll f*cking take him out, chica.”
She pushed her hips back rather than respond, and he couldn’t help but f*ck her. Hard. He bit his lip rather than come, using the pain as a distraction when she cried out and gave in to the pleasure.
Then he touched her again, forcing her to get off a third time.
It was the least he could do after taking all the aggression out on Katie’s lush body. When he did finally come, he bit her neck more harshly than he meant to and pulled her hair harder than he should.
Katie just climaxed with him rather than complain.
Later, when they lay in bed, Katie snuggled into him with her head on his shoulder and asked, “What happened to your phone?”
“I happened to my phone,” Marcos said as he typed a group message to all the OGs that were loyal to him and Chuito, telling them to watch their backs because he suspected this little stand Angel was making could come back in all their faces. “I threw it earlier.”