Marcus marched me toward the bed. He tossed me onto the sheets. I landed in a sprawl, the soft fabric cool against my back, but I barely had time to catch my breath before he was on me.
He didn’t bother with finesse. He unzipped his pants and shoved them down, his erection springing free, pulsing like a loaded weapon. He didn’t wait for me to get ready. He didn’t tease. He grabbed my knees, hauled them toward my shoulders, and slammed into me in one singular, agonizingly perfect thrust.
"Ahhh!" I screamed, my head snapping back against the pillow.
The air left my lungs in a rush. He was so big—so much wider and harder than anything I’d ever felt—that I felt like I was being split open.
"You asked for this, pumpkin," he growled, his voice vibrating deep in his chest. "You asked for ever
