The Girl He Marked

Chapter 41

I feel like I blink and it's Saturday. I thought time would go slowly whilst I anticipate our date, but it

actually goes really fast.

Lance is coming round tonight and I'm cooking for the two of us. I'm so happy he agreed to this, it's

been a while since I last got to cook for anyone. It's one of my favorite hobbies, but it's just not the

same when it's only for yourself.

I go out in the morning and buy everything that I will need from the supermarket. I choose my outfit in

advance this time, so that it can't make me late again.

I take a shower and shave my body in all the required places. I'm not counting on getting lucky tonight,

but it's always good to be prepared.

It takes me a while to get ready. I pick at my appearance, finding endless things to tweak and adjust.

When I'm finally satisfied, I only have ten minutes before Lance will be here.

Luckily, I did lots of the food prep earlier. I pop into the kitchen and get the cooking started before he

arrives.

Exactly on time, Lance knocks on my door. I don't hear it over the extractor fan, but my phone lights up

with a text saying he's just knocked and he's outside.

I rush to the door and open it in a hurry. He's stood on my doorstep, wearing a smart shirt that is open

at the collar and tight jeans that show off every inch of his muscular legs.

Damn.

'Whoa,' I mutter, unable to stop myself. 'You look really good.'

He grins at my compliment. He leans forwards and kisses my cheek.

'Thank you. You look beautiful, I love that color on you.'

I look down at my purple dress and then back at him. 'Thank you! Come on in.'

In Lance's hands are a bottle of wine and a bouquet of tulips. I thank him when he offers them and lead

him into the kitchen.

Lance uncorks the wine and pours us glasses whilst I start grilling the steaks. He likes his medium—

rare, so it only takes a couple of minutes.

We sit in the kitchen. I only have a small flat, so my dining table set is in the open—plan kitchen. Lance

doesn't seem to mind.

We both tuck into the steak and I'm relieved to taste that it's a good I usually make it. I want to impress

him.

After clearing our plates, I bring out dessert; salted caramel profiteroles. We share them together whilst

regaling each other with stories of our university experiences.

At some point, we move onto the sofa. It starts innocent, with us talking and cuddling. The talking leads

to kissing.

I don't remember when his lips met mine, but suddenly, I'm lying on my back and he's hovering over

me. Our lips are still connected, moving over one another in perfect sync.

Desire floods through me. I slide my hands up to his hair and tangle my fingers in it. He's right where I

want him, and I don't want him to move. Lance doesn't seem to have any plans to.

His tongue teases my bottom lip. My tongue meets his and instantly, we're both addicted to each other.

The kiss turns heated and desire licks at my body.

I grind my hips against the erection at his crotch. I want him inside me more than anything. He's all I

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Lance gets the memo. He pulls back and breaks the kiss. His eyes are hooded when he looks down at

me.

'Bedroom' He asks huskily.

I nod quickly. 'Yes!'

He stands up and then draws me into his arms. I put my arms around his neck and hold on whilst he

carries me through the open door of my bedroom.

He sets me on my feet, and I immediately start on his shirt, undoing the buttons with frantic need. He

chuckles and lets me undress him. I get to admire every inch of his magnificent chest as I peel his shirt

back.

It drops from his arms and lands on the floor with a fabric whoosh and thud. I trace my hands over his

muscles, feeling the hot, taut skin.

'You enjoying yourself, baby' He asks with a chuckle.

My face heats up as I realize that I've just been stood there, stroking his chest like a weirdo.

'Sorry,' I mumble and drop my hands.

Lance chuckles and kisses my forehead. 'Don't apologize. You can touch me as much as you want,

anywhere you like.'

I smirk mischievously. 'Anywhere'

He grins and winks at me. 'Anywhere.'

My hands go for the button on his jeans. He reaches around me and unzips the back of my dress. As I

shuck out of it, he pulls down the zipper and then removes his jeans.

We're both left in our underwear, greedily taking in each other's bodies. He doesn't get to ogle me for

long, because I drop to my knees in front of him. His eyes widen in shock.

I reach for his boxers and pull them down. His cock springs free and bounces in my face. I wrap my

hand around the thick base and take a tentative lick of the head.

He hisses in a breath between his teeth. Emboldened, I take more of him into my mouth. Lance gasps

and puts out his hand against the wall to catch himself.

'Shit, baby,' he grunts. 'That feels so good.'

I work him faster, taking him all of the ways to the back of my throat. I swirl my tongue around him

whilst caressing his balls. My eyes are streaming already, but I don't care.

'You don't have to do this,' he gasps.

A moan escapes his lips and I know that I'm not stopping until he comes. I want to taste him. I want to

feel him release in my mouth.

I pull back completely and kiss the head of his cock.

'I want to,' I tell him. 'I love this.'

I take him deep again before he can reply. A shudder runs through him and his hips jerk forwards,

pushing his cock further into my mouth. He grunts an apology. I can feel the tension in his body as he

tries to stop himself from doing it again.

I grab his hand and place it on my head. His fingers automatically tangle in my hair, holding it tight. I

relax my throat and bob my head back and forwards.

Gradually, he realizes that I'm happy for him to take control. He thrusts his hips forwards, fucking my

throat at a pace that he wants. I love it, I want to give him as much pleasure as possible.

With him in control, he chases his climax without hesitation. When I look up at him, our eyes meet and

he's looking down at me with such devotion.

I take everything he gives me. He moans my name in warning. I brace myself for his orgasm. His cock

pulses in my mouth and jets of hot come hit the back of my throat.

I swallow it all and smile up at him. He helps me to my feet, and I wipe my mouth with the back of my

hand.

He takes my cheeks in his hands and stares lovingly at me.

'You are incredible,' he murmurs and leans in to peck my lips. 'Thank you so much. That was fucking

amazing.'

I grin and kiss him again. 'There's more where that came from.'

His eyes darken and Lance pushes me back onto the bed. He spreads my legs, gripping my thighs and

opening them wide.

'It's your turn,' he announces huskily.

My heart beats rapidly with excitement as he lowers himself between my legs.

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