Chapter 3

"Mark..." She breathed out when he tortured her other nipple while his free hand massaged her other one, swapping them.

Her nipples instantly became erect just by his touch alone, something Jetta rarely experienced from a man. That's why she knew Mark was going to be a once in a blue moon fuck. The thought was simply overtaking her as her mind became engulfed in a passion haze.

"Mmm, say my name again, darlin'." He urged, her breathy whispers sending jolts through him that wound up going directly to his already painfully throbbing erection. When she did, he grunted in satisfaction, letting go of her wrists and dropping to his knees in front of her, looking up with wicked eyes. His hands moved to her hips, kneading the soft flesh as he leaned forward, inhaling her scent. He could practically taste her already, licking his lips slowly. "Jetta, I'm going to make you cum." He told her matter-of-factly, leaning forward to kiss her, flicking his tongue against her clit.

"Oh Mark!" She moaned out at the slightest graze of his tongue against her, draping one leg over his shoulder, keeping balanced with the other one and buried her fingers in his hair, whipping her head back. "Oh make me cum..." She pleaded, almost whimpering; it was between that and a moan at the moment. Her entire body was lit on fire, the simmering heat turning into a raging inferno like she knew it was going too. She felt his tongue flick and run up and down her quivering wet sex, right on the clit, sending jolts of electricity throughout her body. Her fingers gripped his hair tighter; having a feeling he liked a little pain and moved her hips against him, groaning when he stopped her from doing so. "Oh fuck Mark..." She hissed between her teeth, eyes squeezing shut.

Smirking, he let her go, having made it more than clear he was in charge, giving her free reign for the moment. Well...at least with her hips. The rest of her was his to do with as he pleased and he was going to bring her crashing down around him simply by pleasuring one spot. He ran his tongue down her slit, sliding it between her wet folds and moaned huskily, her juices already flowing, coating his tongue. Delicious. Almost humming, or maybe it was a purr, he began thrusting his skilled tongue in her.

Honey blonde hair flew as Jetta's head whipped back, staring down at him through midnight, nearly black eyes, knowing he was tormenting her on purpose, showing her who was boss. She was caving in to every demand he was forcing from her body and cried out as his tongue stroked her sweet spot repeatedly, her walls clenching, but she was fighting her release off. "Ohhh...oh Mark!" She moaned out, bending down to rest her forehead against the top of his head, gripping his hair and losing her hands in the thick tresses. This man was heaven and was rough enough with her to make her want him to take her, to make her want to beg. "Oh I'm so close...Mark..."

"Let go, Jetta, cum for me." Mark whispered, pulling his mouth away long enough to rasp that, licking his lips eagerly, tasting her still on his tongue. "Cum for me darlin', I wanna feel you explode."

He smirked when she shivered, burying his tongue in her once more, this time with a definite purpose. He wanted to hear her scream his name; drench him with her sweet essence. If he had too, he would do this all night, knowing Jetta was fighting her release, knowing it was a battle she was losing.

When he became animalistic and she felt his nails dig into her hips -that combined with his tongue hitting her sweet spot repeatedly- that was all Jetta could take as she pulled his black hair, shrieking out his name in her release. "MARK!" She didn't care who heard her as her sweet juices flowed from her receptive body and into his hot greedy and very willing mouth, trembling from head to toe as the aftershocks ran through her. No man had EVER made her cum that hard in her life and Jetta knew he wasn't even close to being done with her.

Mark felt her slumping against him, pushing himself to his feet to catch her, letting her rest against him for a moment. A moment was all he gave her, gently guiding her down onto his makeshift bed, watching as she lay there recovering. He let her have the time, slowly shedding his socks and jeans, wearing nothing underneath them. The cool air assaulted his deliciously burning body, a hand moving to his erection, stroking himself as he watched her out of predatory green eyes.

"Enough foreplay, darlin'." He said, dropping to his knees and gripping her calves, dragging her so she was underneath him. "Now you're really going to be screaming my name, Jetta." He promised, bending down to kiss her.

She hadn't gained her breath from that intense release and could only kiss him back, soft mewls escaping her. He was a lot to handle, but she was holding on as she felt him pull away, seeing how dark his eyes were. Her thighs and legs spread for him willingly, their eyes never leaving each other's, and somehow Jetta knew she was this man's prey. She loved it, desired it, and craved it as she arched her body against him. Planting her feet in the makeshift bed, Jetta cried out as her body was already very sensitive to begin with when he began probing her with his throbbing shaft.

"Oh Mark..." She nearly growled out, her voice hoarse and raked her nails down his chest, leaving slight red marks, smirking when he growled against her administrations. "You said enough foreplay; now show me your power."

She commanded it and he gave it to her. Mark snapped his hips forward violently, sheathing himself completely inside of her, hearing her sharp intake of breath. For a brief moment he wondered if he had hurt her, giving her time to adjust, somewhat. Jetta was tight, almost painfully so, her inner walls holding him in place for a second before he felt them relaxing, stretching to accommodate him. He pulled back, experimenting by gently easing himself back into her, nodding when he felt her slick juices coating them both.

Pain wasn't a problem with her, though that had been unexpected. Still, it felt exquisite as she nodded, gripping his arms tightly in her grasp, her blonde hair splayed out all around her, arching against him. "Take me." She ordered breathlessly, feeling him drive inside of her full force, nodding. She wanted it hard and rough, feeling his hands gripping her kneecaps to give him more leverage. "That's it, oh yeah tear me apart..." She moaned out, her nails digging in his skin as they slid down his arms, emanating another growl. He kissed her brutally and she reciprocated with just as much intensity, her tattoo throbbing as it brushed against the bedding repeatedly, but she didn't care. Pain and pleasure was truly the best feeling in the world. "Harder!"

Growling, Mark moved his right arm so it was underneath her head, which was resting on his forearm, needing something to keep her from sliding because that's what was going to happen. Without further warning, he gave her what she wanted, pounding into her all too willing pussy, his balls slapping harshly against her ass, the sound echoing around them loudly. Her body jolted with each thrust, those delicious breasts bouncing in time with him and a feral grin twisted his lips, bending down to bite her collarbone.

The pounding was making her pussy numb, though Jetta didn't care as she met him thrust for powerful thrust, crying out when he bit into her soft skin. "Oh yes, oh fuck yes! Mark!" Her cries suddenly became shrieks, the intensity between them almost too much for her to take.

Jetta had been with a lot of men in her life, most of them being one night stands, which she wasn't ashamed of, but none of them, absolutely NONE, compared to the exquisite and unbelievable pleasure Mark was making her feel at this moment. This was the most delicious fuck she'd ever received and Jetta knew she would be feeling it in the morning. At the moment though, she wasn't concerned about the future, only the now and this man on top of her, ramming into her as hard, fast, deep and powerful as he possibly could.

Leaning back on his haunches, Mark pulled Jetta's beautiful legs up so they were resting on his shoulders, gripping her thighs. He almost came right then and there. This position made her all the more tighter around him, but Mark didn't stop, pumping into her with everything he had, sweat beading on his body.

"Cum for me, Jetta." He ordered his voice rugged with passion. "I want you to cum all over my cock, darlin'." If this wasn't the best fucking he'd ever given before then he was going to have to retire himself, especially since she was the best he'd had in a long time, possibly ever.

Hearing him plead for her to release was the greatest thing Jetta ever heard. She felt her thighs tensing, her back arching more, and finally gave into the burning coil that was begging to spring inside of her. "MARK!" She screamed out his name as her walls wrapped him up in a warm, thick blanket, coating him with her sweet essence. Her breath completely left her body, chest rising and falling in heaves. Jetta's entire frame was shuddering from head to toe as she felt him thrust inside of her harder and faster, knowing he was getting ready to explode, needing it to happen desperately.

Mark wasn't ready just yet, reaching down to finger her clit, knowing her body wouldn't be able to take much before she came again. "That's it baby, cum for me again." He urged, feeling his balls tighten, thighs stiffening as his own release began approaching the point of no return. A few more rapid, sharp thrusts and he came, his body slamming into hers and he pulled her against him. Her name flowed out of his mouth with a muffled oath as he flooded her with his seed, filling her, his teeth gritting because it felt like he was never going to stop.

Jetta screamed out as her third orgasm rippled through her intensely, her legs wrapped around his waist now, his cock buried inside of her slowly going limp. Her head rested against his shoulder, coughing to try to gain her breath, and hoped to god her heart didn't explode or fly out of her chest from how rapidly it was beating. That had been the most intense, wonderful, unbelievable...Jetta didn't even have the words to describe what just happened between her and Mark. Her head slowly rose and kissed him softly, cupping his face with her hands, and sighed when her overheated body collided with his makeshift bed, the coolness of it giving her somewhat relief for a few seconds. Her eyes just closed, trying to get her breathing and heart rate to calm down, to come back to normal, and to get her head out of the heights Mark took her, knowing he was the only one who could take her to them.

Chuckling under his breath, Mark dropped down next to her, pulling her into him and draped a heavy thigh over her legs, trapping her there. "Get a breather." He whispered, nuzzling her neck with his lips. "Because when you can see straight again...I'm going to make good on that vow till the sun comes up." He murmured huskily.

Mark did just that and didn't let Jetta sleep until the sun rose over the horizon. They actually watched it together, people still up partying, music blaring so she had a feeling their fucking hadn't been overheard by many. Only ones that were sleeping beside his tent. She leaned her head back against his chest, both of them wrapped in a blanket, still naked and completely comfortable. Mark lifted her up in his arms and carried her back inside his tent before they both fell asleep.

Sometime later that day, Jetta woke up and looked over her shoulder, smiling softly, seeing Mark was dead asleep. She extracted his arms from her body and quickly dressed before swiftly vacating, knowing she had to get out of there. She had to get on the road, having come to only get her ink from Brent. Now it was time to move on. Jetta changed into a tank top with jeans before packing her tent up, said a quick goodbye to Brent before hopping on her midnight blue Chopper and rode into the sun, her blonde hair flying behind her.

Somehow Mark wasn't surprised when he woke up in the mid-afternoon to an empty bed. After dressing and walking outside, he was informed by a hung over Kevin that his 'girlfriend for the night' had left.

"So...how was it?"

"Mmmm..." Mark just grinned, licking his lips.

"Man...How come you get all the hot ones?"

Mark didn't answer, his mind fastened on the woman he'd taken to the heavens and back, finally shaking his head and snorted. "Trust me, you couldn't have handled her."