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Chapter 11
Samuel
Marcy tastes like a little bit of heaven mixed with a whole lot of sin. Her luscious pouty lips call to me in a way I’ve never known before. I need to answer everything they are asking; I can’t break away from her. The more I kiss her the more I never want to let her go. I have to stop living in the past with the “what ifs” always floating through my mind. Matthew isn’t here and it’s damn time I take what’s mine. What’s always been mine.
She clutches my shirt between her fingers tighter and tighter, pulling me closer. The need to dominate her overwhelms me. I want her to submit to me wholly.
Her forehead bumps a cut but the pain triggers something deeper inside me. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs against my mouth but I shake my head.
“Don’t.” I skim my hands down her soft body then grab her lush ass in my hands. As I pick her up, she wraps legs around my waist letting her arms circle my neck. My hard length presses against her stomach, allowing her to see how much I want her. We move from the bathroom to the bedroom.
I walk us toward the bed and throw her down watching as she bounces in the black satin sheets. Her fair skin glows against the backdrop of the dark sheets, illuminating her exquisite beauty. Her squeals turn to moans as I remove my shirt, avoiding the bandages on my face. Her eyes rake down my chest, roaming over every tattoo marking my skin. The once emerald green eyes have morphed into a darkened mix of sexual desire and longing.
Her boots are the first things to go. I toss them to the floor before I climb on her needing to feel her warmth beneath me. As I crawl up her body, I nip and kiss my way to her chest. Her smooth, creamy skin drives me wild, making me want to devour her.
“I want you so bad,” I rasp. I need her out of this dress now. Sitting up, I grab fists of the dress looking down at her.
“Tell me no.” Marcy bites her bottom lip but doesn’t say a word, her eyes glimmering with hunger. The dress rips down the middle of her body and falls away to the sides. It’s the only sound beyond our heavy breathing. She pulls her arms free then stretches them over her head arching her back off the bed.
“Fuck, you are exquisite,” I groan as I look down at the perfection lying before me. The blush on her cheeks spreads to her chest as she tries to cover herself.
“Don’t you ever fucking cover yourself in front of me. Do you hear me? I won’t take that shit.” Marcy audibly swallows as she nods her head and moves her arms from her chest. I grab the ruined dress, ripping a long piece off.
“This will remind you not to cover up.” I lift her arms above her head to secure them to my headboard. She pulls to test the restraints but they won’t come undone without me doing it. “Fuck, I’ve never seen a masterpiece like the one laid out before me.” The restraints force her luscious breasts closer to my mouth.
“How’s that? Think twice before you hide from me.”
“Yes, sir,” she responds, making my brain misfire hearing those words uttered from her lips. My cock couldn’t get any harder if it tried. It’s painfully throbbing against my pants, the intensity is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
“You better be careful talking like that, sunshine. You’ve no idea the beast I can become, especially with something I’ve craved for so long.” Her eyes pool with hunger similar to my own. An instant thirst ignites inside me with only one thing to satiate it. Marcy.
“Really?” she breathes with a smirk. As I run my hand down her chest feeling the softness, goosebumps erupt over her skin causing her breath to quicken. Hooking a finger in her thong, I rip it from her body in one swift motion. Marcy gasps as the material falls away, finally seeing her completely bare before me.
“Yes, really. I’ve wanted you when I probably shouldn’t have,” I whisper into the shell of her ear. I leave it at that and crash my lips down on hers. I don’t want to give her time to question it. As my body slides between her thighs, I feel her wet heat rub against me making me lose my damn mind. I need to be inside her. I need it like the air I breathe. My cock throbs painfully. It takes everything in me not to fuck her brains out right this minute.
“Me too,” she murmurs as she breaks away from me. Hmm, interesting.
“Tell me, did you use to lie in bed at night playing with yourself imagining it was me? Have you been a naughty girl?” I question running my lips along the column of her neck.
“I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t help it,” she admits, breathlessly.
“Fuck, Marcy, what did you imagine when you touched this sweet pussy?” I ask, barely holding on to the last ounce of restraint I have left. My hand skates across her skin until her breast is spilling into my hand. My thumb rubs across her pebbled nipple rewarding me with a small gasp that I swallow down as my mouth ravages hers. My cock pulses in my pants as I imagine fucking her glorious breasts, coming all over her perfect face.
“I always wanted you to touch me. Please,” she whines, pushing herself off the bed toward me.
“Please what? What’s this needy little pussy need?” I growl my question.
Keeping my eyes glued to hers, I stand from the bed unbuckling my pants then pushing them down my legs. My thick, throbbing dick is harder than it’s ever been.
“I just need you to touch me,” she whimpers. Her tongue peaks out as she licks her lips but her eyes go wide when she makes her way down to my shaft.
As my hand pumps my cock, I look at Marcy with a grin. “Think you can handle this?” Her startled response is cute.
“I-uh, I don’t think that will fit,” she stammers as she looks back into my eyes.
“Oh, it will fit, sunshine. Scoot up the bed some. I want to taste this sweet pussy first.” She hesitates for a brief moment then moves back on the bed. Her breaths quicken as I crawl on the bed kissing her legs until I get to the apex of her thighs. My mouth lowers to her sweet center while my eyes stay locked on hers. I want to see every emotion that crosses her face. Her arousal circles around me invading my senses. I take a long lick from her ass to clit savoring her honey. A growl explodes from my throat.
“Ohh...” she moans as her back arches off the bed. My arm comes around pressing her to the bed. She isn’t going anywhere. Not now.
