Thrust: Bad Boy Racing Romance (Fastlane Series Book 2) (18 page)

Whimpering, I pressed my hips into his pelvis.

At the same time, Marco let go of my tits, reaching around behind my back. With a few deft flicks of his fingers, he unhooked my bra. Without resisting, I peeled my shirt away within seconds and tossed my bra aside, desperate to fill his hands with my breasts once more. When he did, I leaned forward, arching my back and pressing them into his palms with all of my might.

I reached down, noticing the pebbles of my nipples moving between his fingers while he groped me. The sensation sent shivers across my spine, racing down and striking the damp spot between my legs with potency. Sucking in my lower lip, I began to rock my hips back and forth, grinding them against the ever-growing bulge between his legs. Through strands of my hair, I looked down at him. Bathed in the soft glow of a half moon and a night sky filled with stars, Marco’s handsome face and full lips beckoned me.

I exhaled, starting to lean over the top of him. I licked my lips, desperate to feel them against mine once more. But at the same moment I began, Marco sat up, drawing his head towards my breasts. In less than a second, he swallowed one of my nipples whole.

“Fuck…” I groaned, wrapping my fingers around the back of his neck. I lowered my head, touching my cheek to the side of his face. “Ohhhh…”

For several seconds, Marco continued to lick and suckle me. My entire body erupted with chills, drawing me into the bliss of his affection. Covering his face with my hair, I draped my arms around him in a lazy embrace.

Marco’s lips and tongue smacked against my flesh. He alternated between my nipples, lavishing each of them. The moisture he left behind caused me to shiver, further hardening the pink buds. At last, his hands fell away from my breasts and made their way to my back.

I arched it in response, allowing my chin to face the sky.

The entire time, I continued to grind against him, the fabric between us becoming more and more of an annoyance. Frustrated, I looked down at Marco once again and pressed my palms flat into his chest.

“Lay down,” I ordered. “Or else.”

Marco pulled away from me, leaning his upper body into the lush grass. I dragged my fingers down the center of his body, licking my lips. Within seconds, I slipped them beneath his shirt and curled them under, digging into his midsection. The thin skin covering his bulging abs flexed and twitched. His body was pure physical perfection, every square inch of it a testimony to his rigorous, relentless training.

Once the initial surge of lust passed through me, I leaned away from him and assumed an upright position. At the same time, I inched my fingers down the midline of his torso, tracing decadent swirls the entire way. I could feel his breath, rising and falling in his abdomen, until at last I reached the tops of his jeans. Without thinking, I sucked in my lower lip and held my breath. Grasping for the button first, I unfastened it and wasted no time drawing the zipper down. Marco groaned.

I tossed my hair to one side and climbed off of him, eager to finish what I’d started. Over the next few seconds, I helped him out of his jeans and soon after removed my own. Swinging one leg back over him, I wrapped my fingers around his rigid shaft. It felt so good in my hand, so solid and so very hard. Stroking it for a moment or two, I glanced towards the glistening tip. I swiped my finger across the top of it, sending a pulse through him.

Marco looked up at me.

Without a word, he slid his palms underneath my ass cheeks and lifted me. All the while, I continued to massage his cock with steady, long pulls. With his hands guiding my hips, Marco steered me above him. Beyond wet, I guided the head of his dick towards my folds, pressing it there and relishing the feel of him against me. Marco had no interest in waiting, not even for a single second. Before I realized it, he strengthened his grasp, lowering me down the entirety of his cock with an unrelenting force.

I shook, my entire body vibrating and flexing. I wondered if I would ever get used to the feel of him within me. When he could penetrate me no further, Marco held me there, pushing his pelvis up and claiming my depths. Sighing, I reached for his midsection, tilting over at the waist and groping him.

“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered, moving my hips in a small circle.

Marco grunted, lowering his hips to the ground once again. After, he released his hold on my hips and curled his fingers around my backside. Cupping my ass in the palms of his hands, he tilted me forward and began to thrust.

The pulses came slow at first, steadily building with each second that passed. Before long, he began to increase the pace, eventually slamming his pelvis into me with crack after thunderous crack. I did my best to steady myself, using all of my strength to hold on to him.

Scratching and clawing at his torso, I rocked back and forth, each pass of his immense cock stretching me to new limits, places I didn’t imagine possible. Moments later, Marco slowed the ferocity of his thrusting, and exhaling a deep breath, he slipped his hands around the front of my body. I looked down at him, pausing for only a second or so.

Lifting one leg, I repositioned myself, facing away from him and after a brief withdrawal, I reached for the base of his dick. Guiding it between my thighs once more, I lowered myself on top of him, wiggling my hips until I’d taken every inch.

From behind, Marco grabbed hold of one of my ass cheeks just before a quick strike to the other. I snapped my head around, an excited breath escaping from my lips. Using his fingertips, Marco made a series of small circles where he’d struck me.

I arched my back, turning my head around once more. Without hesitation, I began to slide up and down on top of him. I reached out, wrapping my hands around his lower legs.

My breath, like the movement of my hips, began to take on a rhythmic, steady locomotion. Flinging my head back, I shook my hair away from my eyes, glancing up at the stars that glimmered like crystals in the sky overhead.

But unlike the peaceful scenery above, a torrid need began to swirl like a storm, gathering inside my body. The seconds ticked by, a slight breeze passed in front of me, carrying with it the pungent aroma of the orchards that surrounded us. Every stroke, every thrust - touched me more deeply, driving me closer to the edge of no return.

Soon, I lost all sense of where I was and what was happening.

Our bodies fused, joining together in a primal celebration under the moon’s faint white glow. I rode him with abandon, squeezing my thighs together like I would on the back of an untamable stallion. Marco flexed beneath me, his entire body morphing into a sinful temple of pleasure, designed for me and me alone.

Like no other man before him, I yearned to give Marco everything I had. In that instant, the only lust I felt was for the emotion of complete surrender. Crying out, I lurched forward, digging my fingernails into the meat of his calves, giving in at last.

“I’m coming!”

DANI

Marco squeezed my ass with a vicious crush of his fingertips while my climax continued to approach, causing my knees to give way. Half-delirious, I noticed Marco’s legs slide from out underneath me and before I realized that, he pulled out.

“No!” I screamed, sitting back into my haunches. “How could you…?”

But before another word passed from my lips, Marco moved behind me and thrust his cock inside. I cried out, my shoulder blades pinching together while I tried to brace myself. The few seconds of cruelty I’d endured were soon replaced by an overwhelming sense of satisfaction, indescribable pleasure.

I dropped my head, darkening my vision with my hair.

From behind, Marco claimed me with forceful pulses. I rocked back and forth, like a tiny boat caught in a great ocean. For several minutes I tried to keep my arms straight, steadying myself with my palms against the hard ground beneath me.

Soon though, the need to do so gave way. Relaxing, I fell forward, resting my cheek on my forearm. With my free hand, I reached between my legs and dragged my fingers across my wet folds.

“Yeah…” Marco grunted between strokes. “Cum for me, Dani.”

I pinched my eyes tight, his words echoing in my ears like the crack of a whip across my consciousness. What little restraint remained melted away under his command. I opened my mouth, taking the meaty flesh of my forearm inside of it and biting.

All the while, Marco plunged into me, each stroke deeper, harder and longer than the one before it. His huge balls slapped against me from behind like a wild beast. Underneath a moonlit sky and the peaceful valley below, I delighted in his possession of me.

Moaning into a mouthful of my own flesh, I began to flick at my clit with a feverish intensity. Before he’d pulled out, I’d only been seconds away from climax. Now, the sensation returned to me with an all new, all-encompassing power.

I released my bite, flinging my head upward and dragging my tongue across my upper lip. The sweet orchard air lingered on my taste buds, adding to my pleasure. But in the midst of my savoring, I felt Marco grab a fistful of my hair and snatch it with a vicious tug.

Meanwhile, with his free hand, he slapped me across the ass once more.

I gave in to him, my head falling back and arching in his direction. The flickers of aggression mixed with the strikes against my backside brought me to the brink. Gasping for air, I began to circle my clit with more determination than ever.

Marco squeezed my ass, crushing it in his grip while maintaining his hold on my scalp. Between the sensations of pain and restraint combined with the mind numbing joy between my legs, I wondered how much more I could take.

Around that time, Marco released his grasp on my hair, sliding his hand down to my other cheek. With a visceral grunt, he swallowed my entire rear in his grip. Immediately after, he started to thrust with a new level of aggression, power, and potency…

My head, now free of his fingers, fell forward once more. I arched my back, impaling myself against the thickness of his raging shaft. The fingers between my legs moved with a new sense of purpose, flailing with urgency. And then, I reached the tipping point.

Struggling to keep my knees beneath me, I began to shake and quiver. I felt it coming, like nothing I’d ever experienced before. The tips of my fingers felt alive with a primal energy. Marco’s thrusting became too much to bear, too much to resist, even for just one more second. I stroked myself, faster than ever, feeling like I might blackout when the moment finally arrived. I screamed, crying out into the stillness of the Italian night.

“Ahhhhhh!!!” I yelled, straddling the line between tears and elation. “Ahhhhhhh!!!”

It was more than I could take. I buckled, my knees gave way and I fell forward, collapsing on the ground beneath me. Marco never wavered, never missed a single moment. While my orgasm tore across my consciousness, threatening to rip me apart, he grew harder and thrust without any restraint.

After the first wave of climax washed over me, I pulled my hand away from my clit, slapping it on the ground. I pinched my eyes together, squeezing them tight while digging into the dirt under us.

Marco slammed his pelvis into me, cracks of flesh on flesh echoing all around us. I tried to catch my breath and recover from the passion permeating every cell of my body. My exhausted grunts, exhales of bliss, helped to bring my awareness back to Marco.

By now, he’d pinned me flat against the ground.

My eyelids flickered open intermittently. To either side of my face, I noticed his palms pressed flat. Effort reflected in the striations running along his forearms. I cooed, at last lifting my head and moving my lips towards the sinewy muscles. I peppered them with tender kisses, a stark contrast to the piston like motion of his cock driving within me. Every stroke sent chills through me, deepening and extending the pleasure of my climax moments earlier.

Before long, my affection began to take its toll on him.

Marco’s thrusting grew erratic, haphazard. Between strokes he would groan, letting loose with deep, long utterances. I moved my lips away from the sweet skin of his arm, turning my head and trying to catch a glimpse of him above me. I slid my fingers into my hair, trying to peel it away for an unobstructed view. Being taken, possessed by someone like him, made me feel more feminine, more like a woman, than I ever had.

“Shit!” he yelled, slamming his pelvis into me. “Oh shit!”

My lips parted, a heated breath sputtered between them. I arched my lower back, lifting my hips off the ground and pointing my ass skyward. Marco’s hands disappeared and within a second found their way to my rear end once more.