Free Marked (Marked #3) by Elena M. Reyes Page A

Bitty…liked that, didn’t you?” All I could do was nod. “You want my cock, baby? Taking that sweet little ass?”
    “Anything and everything you want.”
    “Right answer.” With that he dove in, ate me as if his life depended on it. His groan of approval against my clit almost made me come. God, I needed to. Violently. “This…” he pulled back, lips wet with me, and stared me down with an angry look in his eyes “…is my motherfucking pussy. I protect and care for it. Never forget that.”
    His hand left my hip and smacked my pussy lips. Once. Twice. At the third, I screamed.
    “Yes, yes…yes.” It was my mantra. The only thing my mind could come up with as a plea. He’d rendered me stupid, and I hadn’t even come yet. My hips rose up, and this time I hissed out a low, “fuck.”
    “If you re-injure yourself, I’ll drive you back to that hospital with a red ass to go along with the bum ribs. Don’t try me, Maya.”
    “What the—fuck!” Before I could close my legs, he lay between and placed them over his shoulders. Spread wide and glistening, I could only lay there and let him do as he wished.
    Talan’s teeth sunk into my flesh while he pushed a single digit against my puckered hole. Slowly, he entered me. Just the tip. In and out, gathering my juices that flowed down between us.
    “So tight.” Deeper, he pushed until he was knuckle deep, and I hissed. Tightened my muscles around his finger. The burn felt good, but this was a natural response. Something he didn’t understand and paused. “Do you want me to stop?”
    Gone was the asshole from a few minutes ago. In his place was my sweet man. Always caring and worried.
    “I’ll kick your ass if you do.”
    Finger knuckle deep, he pulled almost all the way in and out a few times. “You sure? Don’t want to hurt you.”
    “I need more.” This time, I swiveled my hips and he went in deeper. “Yes.”
    “Desperate little girl.” The caveman was back, and he met my next movement. Faster. Deeper. He watched my face for any sign of discomfort while adding another digit. Once inside, he began to fuck me with an almost angry vigor.
    As if he wanted me to come just like that: stuffed by two fingers. With my juices running down the crack of my ass and his arm. I wanted that too.
    “Please . . . please, please,” I hissed out when it became too much. Talan only smirked, didn’t say a single word as he worked me over. Every few strokes he’d spank my pussy, enjoying the noises.
    How my wetness splattered. Soaked his face. The fascination was written all over his smug expression.
    “Come for me, Bitty.” While the gruff words came across as demanding, I saw them for what they were—a plea—goddamned sign that he too was crazed with lust.
    A yearning only I could satiate.
    “You want me to come?” I cooed and his eyes narrowed at the hint of teasing in my tone. “Want my juices to flow down your chin?”
    Muscles coiled tight, Talan raised his head and cocked it to the side. Appraising me.
    My bad little tatt boy.
    God, did I love that motherfucker.
    “Watch it.”
    A delicious shiver ran through me at his words. “Make me.”
    Lips pulled back over his teeth, he snarled. Angry. Aroused. Hungry.
    With two fingers deep in my ass, he leaned forward and ate me. Was given no time to adjust to his abusively exquisite onslaught. No. Instead, he opened his mouth and took as much of me in as he could. His tongue seeked out my entrance, he grunted while my essence exploded across his taste buds.
    Talan sucked my lips between his and nibbled at the sensitive flesh of my clit. Fingers moving, they fucked me in hard, measured strokes. It hurt. A fucking delicious pain that overrode everything I knew.
    This was what I lived for.
    “Son of a bitch.” Fuck the slight pain; it felt too good to think about it now. Arching up, I grasped onto his hair, and with slow rolls of my hips I rode his face. A loud growl erupted from deep within him at the action;