"This isn't fair." My voice had lowered to a guttural sound of primal carnality. It was embarrassing how quickly Marco could break me down to a mass of flesh and instincts.
"What's not fair?" He looked up from where his dick was disappearing into my body with a curious expression. I scowled at him, leaning a hand back on the bed to give myself a better angle to be fucked senseless without feeling like I was suffocating.
"You. You're not fair. I have things to do."
"So do I." Marco shrugged, moving my hips up to where he could manoeuvre another inch into me. "You don't see me complaining."
"This was your stupid idea in the first place." The clock read eleven a.m. I hadn't even made it through my morning shower without the brute groping me. "Hurry up, she'll be here any second."
"I'm not rushing for Mintrev." He jerked his hips up, producing a wheezing sound from me that was a deadset cross between a deflating whoopee cushion and canary with bronchitis.
