I Want To Be Marked

I wanted to have sex. I wanted to be marked by Michael.

This idea powerfully swept my mind. My mind recalled Joanna's fake smile. She told me Michael would not mark me, so I had to prove it to her.

Tonight, I wanted Michael to leave me with the unique mark. I had to prove that Michael belonged to me alone.

Even though I was a little uncomfortable with Michael's erect penis, I put my arms around Michael's neck and kissed him.

I tried to seduce Michael with my clumsy technique, and I felt Michael pause, turn around, and suck my lips even harder. Our breaths flowed into each other's mouths, spreading like poison, numbing every nerve, and my mind was vulnerable to Michael's passion.

Desire began to invade my brain even deeper.

I began to writhe in Michael's arms, rubbing my chest against Michael's, and naked sensuality took over my brain. I wished I could be inside Michael. His delicious mate scent made me a drug addict, our breaths mingling.