"Please. I want this. I want something for myself. I wantyou. I want the release." I lean forward, kissing along his jaw and neck. "Ineverget to choose in this house. Let me choose this. Chooseyou."
He pulls my chin up so that I'm looking him right in the eye, and Marcus breathes hard.
"Lila, this is a big step. I'm not saying I don't want to becausefuckdo I, but this'll take things to a new level. This isn't just messing around that I could maybe forget about after all this is done." Marcus scoffs, playfully. "Okay, I could neverforget, but I was willing to leave you be. If we do this...I won't be able to hold back, to allow the world to see you as anything butmine."
I wait a beat, then two, really considering this. But I know what I want for the first time in my life, and I won't let it go now. I won't let Marcus go.
"Then make me yours. Or are you all talk?"
Marcus yanks me forward, crashing his lips against mine. In a flash, his hands go for the waistband of my leggings, hauling them off and leaving me in the skimpy black panties I chose this morning.
His large hands take fistfuls of my ass, and they're the only hands I ever want to touch me. I'm leaning over his lap again, and his thumbs trace the edges of my panties, brushing over my folds.
"My little brat." Marcus skims his fingers up my back, dragging my loose tank top up with them. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Make me come? Make me see stars?" I squirm in his lap as he gets the shirt over my head, pausing there to unclasp my bra. "Let me see that cock you've been denying me."
A firm slap rocks my ass cheek. "Denying you? You are such agreedylittle thing."
"I deserve it," I counter, and then Marcus whips me off his lap, stripping me fully and getting me down to the ground to kneel in front of him.
"Oh, do you? Prove it."
His hands go for his belt and zipper, undoing them and shoving his jeans down. Marcus's erection strains behind his boxer briefs, and my mouth is already watering.
Pulling down his boxers just enough, he frees his cock and grips the base. Marcus is thick and long, absolutely massive, and my pussy clamps down around nothing.
"Well, go on then, princess." He pulls his shirt off over his head. "Put that pretty mouth to work, and maybe you'll earn yourself more."
Taking the back of my head as I open my mouth, Marcus plunges his cock between my lips. I'm blown away by the taste of him, but even more so by the way his eyes roll back as I move back and forth.
I feel so powerful, making this impressive man shudder with desire, and even though I'm on my knees, I feel like I have control over him right now.
When I stop and drag my tongue along his underside, Marcus groans, his dick kicking in my hand.
"So good, princess. Ugh, that's it. Take me all the way." He presses in, and I relax my throat so he can slide all the way in. "Fuuuck."
I'm beaming, and then Marcus slides back, reaching for me and lifting me to toss me on the bed. I bounce before he's nestlingbetween my thighs, his tongue licking up my seam and making me buck against his mouth.
He eats me out with a passion, his tongue driving deep only to glide over my clit. My toes curl as the need to come rushes forward, and I grip his dark hair, squeezing the locks as I roam my stare over his body.
Marcus has tattoos I haven't seen until now. An eagle covers his shoulder, a tiger crawls up his calf, and when he leans back to yank me farther down the bed, I see the words "Never Forget" over a nasty scar on his ribs.
I have to imagine he means his time in the service, that betrayal he spoke of.
But I can hardly care when Marcus dives back between my legs again and devours my pussy with the precision of a man on a mission.
It doesn't take long for that edge to rush up to greet me, and I'm tumbling down into the dark depths of ecstasy as Marcus continues to lap up my juices.
I've waited so long for this, thought seriously that it wasn't going to happen, and now that I'm here, it's better than I could have imagined.
As my breathing calms, Marcus sweeps his thumb over the inside of my hip, where I know my one and only tattoo is.
"What's this?" His voice is rough and guttural, and I need him inside me.
"I successfully snuck out one time.Thisis my proof. My permanent memory." The desire is still boiling through my veins, but there's a tickle of sorrow for the life I never had andthe one I'm trying to break free of now. "It's a way to remind me that sometimes, you need to just let it burn."
Marcus smiles, the smirk lighting up his entire face, and if I weren't already lying down, I'd be weak in the knees.
