Sweet Rush: Dirty Little Diaries

MORNING AFTER

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: MORNING AFTER

The first rays of morning light filtered through the f windows of the honeymoon suite, painting the room in soft gold. The storm had finally passed, but the electricity between Sophia and Marcus had only grown stronger.

Sophia woke up to the feeling of a warm, hard body pressed against her back. Marcus’s arm was draped possessively over her waist, his morning wood nestled firmly between her ass cheeks. She could feel him throbbing against her.

A soft moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.

Marcus stirred, his hand sliding up to cup her breast, his thumb lazily circling her n****e.

“Good morning,” he murmured, his voice rough and gravelly with sleep and desire. He kissed the back of her neck, grinding his hard c**k against her ass.

Sophia shivered. “We should probably… get separate rooms today.”

Marcus chuckled darkly, rolling her onto her back and settling between her thighs. “Or we could stay right here and make the most of this mistake.”

He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hand slid between her legs. She was already wet. Soaking, in fact.

“Still so ready for me,” he groaned against her lips, sliding two fingers inside her easily. “Your p***y is greedy, Sophia. It doesn’t want me to leave.”

She moaned into his mouth, hips rocking against his hand. The events of last night replayed in her mind. How he had f****d her against the window, on the bed, in the jacuzzi. How many times he had made her c*m.

She should feel guilty. She had a boyfriend waiting at home. But right now, all she felt was need.

Marcus kissed down her body, taking his time. He sucked on her n*****s until they were red and sensitive, then moved lower, spreading her thighs wide.

He ate her out like a man starved. His tongue licked broad strokes through her folds, then focused on her c**t, sucking and flicking until she was writhing and moaning his name.

“Marcus— oh god, right there—”

He pushed two fingers inside her, curling them against her G-spot while his mouth worked her c**t. Sophia came hard, her thighs clamping around his head as she cried out, flooding his tongue with her juices.

He didn’t stop. He kept licking her through the orgasm, drawing it out until she was trembling and oversensitive.

Then he climbed up her body and thrust into her in one smooth, deep stroke.

Sophia moaned loudly, her nails digging into his back as he filled her completely.

They f****d slowly at first, savoring every sensation. Marcus’s hips rolled in deep, grinding circles, hitting every sensitive spot inside her. Sophia wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper.

“You feel so f*****g good,” he groaned, kissing her neck. “I could stay buried in this p***y all day.”

They changed positions again. He took her from behind, one hand fisted in her hair as he pounded into her. Then he had her ride him, watching her t**s bounce as she impaled herself on his c**k.

By the time they reached their third round, they were both sweaty and desperate.

Marcus had her on her back again, legs over his shoulders, folding her in half as he drove into her with long, powerful strokes.

“c*m for me again,” he growled. “I want to feel you squeezing my c**k when I fill you up.”

Sophia came with a scream, her p***y spasming violently around him. Marcus followed right after, burying himself deep and pumping her full of his hot c*m for the second time that morning.

They lay tangled together afterward, breathing hard, his c**k still inside her.

Marcus kissed her forehead softly.

“Stay with me until the storm fully passes,” he whispered. “We have the suite for the weekend.”

Sophia knew she should say no. She had a life, a boyfriend, and responsibilities.

But as she felt his c*m leaking out of her and his arms wrapped around her, she found herself nodding.

“Okay,” she whispered. “Just the weekend.”

Marcus smiled against her hair.

The storm might have passed outside, but the one between them was only getting started.