Page 43 of Furry Equations
She spread her legs even wider. “Marcus . . .”
His gaze caught hers at the moment he flattened his tongue and licked a slow trail up to her clit. It ended with an agonizing suck of her tiny hard nub.
“Yesss.”
Her nipples puckered so damn tight.
Everything was perfect as long as he was doing those wonderful things to her body.
Marcus licked her clit in quick hard swipes. One after another, they left her breathless and begging.
Her body tensed so fast, it caught her off guard.
Marcus reached his hands up to cup her breasts and tweak her nipples. Desire flowed through her in waves of heat and fire, and a storm raged in her core, pushing her closer to the edge. She rocked her hips, rolling them back and forth on his face.
“That’s it,” he muttered between licks and sucks. “Ride my face.”
She liked the sound of his voice. Liked the way he encouraged her to be naughty. Not that any encouragement was necessary. She was one lick away from coming on his face and that thought alone made her even hotter.
“Come, baby.” He pushed his tongue into her sex. She almost came on the spot. “Once you do, I promise to lick up every bit of your sweetness.”
She wanted that, oh, so badly. Her body vibrated with the need to ride the orgasm wave. She was at the peak; a little push and she’d go over.
Marcus’s actions became more aggressive. He pressed his tongue over her clit and then sucked her harder.
Her body trembled with his low growl over her sensitive flesh. That definitely caught her off guard and pushed her into the abyss.
She screamed. Her back bowed. Her head thrashed with the eruption of pleasure rushing through her body.
Her breath reeled, pumping hard into her lungs. She kept coming, her orgasms pushing each other until she was spent and almost passing out from the amount of energy she’d expended.
He pulled her into his arms and held her close.
“Tell me what you want.”
She rolled him onto his back and placed a leg on either side of him and slid his cock into her entrance.
“You. I want you.”
She rode him hard, her body gliding up and down and tensing with every slide down. He was hot and thick, pulsing deep inside her. He gripped her hips with every single slam down.
She wiggled more. He helped her, biting his fingers into her hips and lifting and dropping her on his cock.
With every slam, she moaned and whimpered his name. He grunted, telling her how much he loved her curves. How gorgeous her body was. Then she was going faster and faster, her body slick with perspiration and the tension inside her ready to snap.
She slammed down a final time, taking him as deep as she could. Pleasure flowed as tightness snapped.
He growled, lifting his hips, driving deeper into her. His cock felt harder, hotter, and bigger inside her. Then he was spilling his seed into her. She took large gulps of air while her pussy contracted around his cock.
“That’s it. Take it. Take me.” He yanked her head down and met her lips for a ferocious kiss. She lay in his arms, her body still trembling and her mind trying to understand just how deep her connection to Marcus truly was.
TWENTY-SIX
Marcus watched Natalie pace the length of his penthouse living room, her frustration radiating off her in waves. Her disheveled look enhanced her appeal. His wolf prowled beneath his skin, unsettled not just by the danger they’d faced, but by the magnetic pull she had on him.
“I can’t believe you’re trying to bench me from my own investigation,” Natalie spun to face him, her hazel eyes flashing. The movement sent a wave of her scent toward him—jasmine and vanilla mixed with the lingering traces of their earlier passion. His wolf growled in appreciation. “This is my research, my life’s work. You can’t expect me to sit on the sidelines while someone else handles it.”
“Your life matters more than your research.” Marcus deliberately lowered his voice, knowing how it affected her. Sure enough, her pulse quickened. “These people aren’t playing games, sweetheart. They’ve already tried to hurt you multiple times.”