Chapter Fourteen

“Darling, come on up here.”

Mara peeked up slowly, a frown marring her brow.

“What is it, milý?”

“Who was that woman, Eric?”

Jealousy. Mara had shown signs of it early on, and it had never faded. She was always more aggressive in their loving when she was jealous. He was still pissed off that his mark had a SEAL as a boyfriend, but he could take his time with this hit. The woman may or may not be the mark. Better safe than offing someone who would only draw a SEAL to his ass.

“Come here, you’ve got some details to take care of.”

Mara frowned at him, which only made him harder. Instead of moving, she glanced at his lap and a slow smile tipped her pink lips.

Ah, good, playful. Their past disagreement was behind them and she was all his now. Maybe the promise he’d made to let her visit her mother had helped. And the flowers he’d helped her pick out and send. All his plans were swimming along in perfect slow motion. His cock, on the other hand, was ready now. He needed constant attention from her, especially during a mission. The government had made him this way. He’d been unable to even function without jacking off two or three times a day while he was a sailor. The military had been an instrument of torture for a man with his needs.

“You want me.”

Bright aqua eyes met his, full of mischief. Ah, yes, he needed this teasing torture that only Mara could provide. She always knew what he needed.

“Get down here and wrap that wicked mouth around my cock while I paddle your ass for making me wait.” He was gruff, teasing her with his harshness, and she blushed. He flexed his cock to watch her eyes turn warm and needy. She slowly licked her lips, her pink tongue peeking out to tease him.

“Now, Mara. Now.”

With a quick scramble she was there, kissing his jaw, hands busy with his fly, releasing him and then, heavenly relief, her mouth. She was a Goddess. His own Aphrodite.

“That’s it. Move those legs over the middle here, that’s it, that’s it.” She settled in, her hands already busy, her mouth sucking on the head like he’d taught her. She worked him slow around the head, then down hard and quick before going back up. “Arch your butt up. I’m going to spank you good and hard.”

She did. He shoved her little white skirt up and landed a blow right on one rounded cheek. As soon as he did, she began sucking him for real. Another smack on the flesh of the other cheek, then his hand was gripping her hair as he took over, smacking and spanking her as he told her how naughty she was, how wicked her mouth was. He turned the vibrating butt plug in her ass on. She arched, moaned, and he began spanking her harder, all over her bottom and thighs, moving up in his seat at the same time. He had to grip the back of her head to keep her from sucking him. He kept himself deep in her mouth and smacked her ass once more.

“Come for me. Now.” Immediately, she moaned around his cock, and clenched her thighs together, her body quivering with an orgasm. He came then, too, long, hard and deep in her throat, not letting go of his death grip on her hair until she’d cleaned every inch of him off.

“Make me hard again.” She did, sucking and slipping over his flaccid cock until he was full and swollen. He didn’t waste time. He grabbed her off his erection and tossed her, face first, over the console. Her ass was pink where he’d spanked her and the pink butt plug quivered with each of her breaths. With a growl he pulled the butt plug out and tossed it aside. Her ass was spread, round and ready for him. He smacked her on the soft flesh of her upper thighs and fisted his cock, watching her flesh darken with each well-earned smack. She moaned and tried to push back for more.

“Ah, that’s it, that’s it.” He pinned her head down with a fist in her hair and mounted her, driving into her ass like he owned it. He did. It was his—clean, pure and all his. She screamed in pain. He rammed his cock in all the way to the root, then began a punishing fuck that had him coming in seconds.

The job could wait. He was on his own, and no one told him when to satisfy his lusts. No one. He took her three more times before he pulled the truck out of the bush he’d hidden it in. By then, she was so exhausted she nestled her head on his lap, her hand limp on his crotch where he’d placed it, telling her she had an hour before he needed her again. Missions made his naturally high needs higher.