Even after taking a few moments to collect myself after Marcus nearly fucked me into his bedroom floor, I’m still flying high. I’ve never been so thoroughly decimated by a man. It was beyond amazing.
Now, he just better not try and go back on what we agreed to or blame it on the heat of the moment. If he does, well, I’ll make his life miserable.
If he goes along with it, then I’ll treat him like a king to get what I really want.
First things first…
I whimper, making him push himself off me. I miss his weight and his warmth since I’m still naked, but he’s completely dressed, other than having his pants undone.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Good thing you don’t have carpet, or I would have rug burn on top of my belt welts.”
“Fuck,” he mutters before he stands and scoops me up into his arms to place me gently back on the bed.
He’s frowning hard as he does up his pants while watching me roll to my side to face him and tuck myself in under the sheets. “I don’t mind a little pain, Marcus. I like it.”
“Yeah?” he asks.
I nod. “Rough and fast is the only way I get off during sex.”
“Good, because rough and fast is the only way I fuck, and you and I are going to be doing a lot of it.”
“We are, huh?”
“Whenever I want, right?” he asks, recalling our earlier conversation.
“That’s right.”
I’m glad he’s going with it and not trying to get out of his agreement of letting me stay.
“I need to head out and run some errands,” he tells me. “You gonna be okay here?”
“Sure.”
Clearing his throat, he asks, “Need anything else before I leave?” He’s treating me like both of my legs are broken when all I have is a sore ass.
“Nope. I’m good.”
“Yeah, okay,” he says before he walks out without another word.
