Marked

by Charisse Spiers

  "The permanent kind," I breathe out.

  He swipes his tongue up my neck as his thumb presses against my clit. I moan out as he exerts pressure against it. "Define permanent," he says in a husky voice.

  "I sterilized myself at eighteen in a doctor's office."

  He quickly uprights himself. "What?"

  I bang my head against the mirror lightly. "Now is not the time for this conversation. This is why I don't do this heart to heart thing. It always leads to more questions. If you are concerned with my answer then pull out when you come. You’re the one that shoved your bare dick in my pussy. I'm good with being your paid trophy and fuck buddy, no questions asked. You're complicating things. What does a girl have to do to orgasm now days? Why do guys want to talk?"

  I breathe out aggravated as I try to thrust my own hips up and down on his cock, since he’s brought his movements to a halt. "Look, I do not want kids. Ever. That will never change. Temporary birth control fails all the time. I will not be in that percentage of failed protection because I like sex. I will never be a soccer mom or that woman running around with mismatched clothing, no makeup, and a baby on her hip, because she has no time for herself. I also will never be the married trophy wife that has kids as a social stigma and hires a nanny to raise her kids. I sure as hell am not going to be married and miserable because I was stupid or irresponsible, so I did my partner and I a favor. I took away the ability for me to conceive a baby. I use condoms to protect myself from disease not pregnancy. Now, for the love of all needing to come, please fuck me, and hard."

  He slides his hands underneath my ass and lifts me, turning for my bedroom. I grab his hair again, running it through my fingers. It's getting longer, giving him a different look. I like the bad boy with a shaved head and I like the cleaned up one too. "I don't know where the fuck you've been the entire time I've lived in Atlanta, but there has never been a more perfect and appetizing woman than you," he says as he carries me to my bed and tosses me town, quickly leaning down with me as we fall, our bodies never parting.

  "Perfection is in the eye of the beholder. Everyone knows that."

  "That mouth of yours is digging you deeper."

  "Shut up and kiss me."

  He presses his lips to mine and slides his tongue inside my mouth, matching the rhythm to his thrusts as he holds himself off of me. I moan into his mouth as his taste mixes with mine. He nibbles my bottom lip and releases it, kissing down my neck and chest, stopping with his mouth spread over my nipple. He bites down hard enough to cause pain, before lightly sucking enough to make it tingle. I verbalize how good it feels; a pleasure filled whine mixed with a moan. He knows my fucking overdrive button and he's using it. "Shit. Fuck me harder."

  I tighten my legs around his waist before he grabs my thighs by the underside, gripping his hands firmly around them. He pushes toward me, his strength dominating mine. My legs break free, my knees coming toward my torso, lifting my ass off the bed slightly as he pulls his cock free, immediately creating a fucking void that's already driving me insane. "What are you doing?"

  "Something I've been wanting to do to you lately. Something I've been craving. I want to taste you. I want my mouth on your clit. I want to feel you come when I shove my fucking tongue in your pussy." My breathing becomes wild. I think I just got wetter. I wasn't even sure that was possible. I'm soaking wet already.

  He bends forward, pushing harder on my legs to lift my ass further, bringing it at a better angle for his mouth. It's a little uncomfortable until he places his lips on one of my thighs, slowly tormenting me by kissing in various places on my soft skin; careful to never touch me on the one spot I need it. I clench the comforter in my hands as the tickling sensation runs through my body. "What are you waiting for?"

  He smiles against the crevice of my leg and torso. "Taking my time for once. Usually it's not by choice, but this time it is."

  I'm not even sure what that really means and I don't really care. "Fuck. Stop teasing me. Would you suck it already?"

  He digs his short nails into my skin and looks up at me, his lips just above my skin this time. "You know what that dirty fucking mouth does to me. You want me to suck your clit, then show me how much."

  I close my eyes and shake my head from side to side, silently cursing inside. This is fucking ridiculous. Usually guys are dying to come and move on about their day, some not even worried if the girl orgasms. It's like a race to a lot of them, but not this one. Dammit, for once I think I want a five-minute fuck just so I can get some relief.

  I open my eyes and grab a fist full of his hair, pulling his face toward my crotch. "Suck my fucking clit."

  He growls and clamps his mouth over it, sucking so hard I scream out, rolling my head back into my mattress. I press my hand on the back of his head, wanting more. He grabs my hand from his head and places it in the place his hand just was, making me hold my own thigh, before raising his head to look at me and mirroring the other one, giving him access to his own arms. "Don't fucking move or let go."

  "If you promise to do that again I'll hold myself here until I'm numb."

  He smiles that cocky-ass smile, his lips only turning up on one side as he presses the pad of his index finger over my pussy and rubs in circles, lubricating it. "I think that can be arranged."

  He places his free hand just above my clit and spreads my lips open, giving him better access to the sensitive, swollen button, then runs his finger up the line from my pussy to my clit, spreading my wetness from point A to point B. He starts massaging in circles again as he exerts pressure against my clit. It's more sensitive being open like this. My first instinct is to release my legs, accidentally letting one slip from my grasp. As I do he slaps my clit with his fingers. Ironically the sting mixed with the cold air from my apartment feels good.

  "Fuck. Do that again."

  "Don't let go, Lux. I'm warning you."

  I already had a hold on it before he even said anything. Without another word he shoves two fingers in my pussy at the same time he places his mouth back on my clit. He starts flicking the tip of his tongue over it in a constant vibrating motion. "Holy shit you're good at that."

  I can feel the throbbing sensation in my clit as he stimulates it, the blood flow quickly increasing. He thrusts his fingers in and out of me as if the two simultaneous motions aren't a problem for him at all. "Harder," I instruct, needing him to finger fuck me harder. I want fast and rough.

  He sinks both fingers as far as they will go and hooks them upward, digging the tips into me, pressing against that spot that feels amazing. I bite my bottom lip, pressing my nails into my skin, trying not to drop my legs. He presses his tongue upward on the bottom side of my clit as he closes the roof of his mouth over it, lightly rubbing it against the foreign texture of his mouth, making it feel that much better. I almost can't stand it. It's becoming too much.

  He backs his hand out and when he thrusts back inside it doesn't feel as full, as if it's his thumb this time. His tongue goes back to a flicking motion with the hardened point, taking my focus away from the different points of pleasure overwhelming me. Then I feel it...

  His wet fingers press down over my ass hole, catching me off guard. I tense. "What the fuck?"

  He sucks my clit again, turning my words into a loud moan as his fingers continue to familiarize themselves with my ass, rubbing back and forth over my asshole. It feels different, a little uncomfortable, but fuck if it doesn't feel good. I immediately start to relax. How is that possible? He returns to the fast flicking yet again and I can feel an orgasm quickly building, slightly confusing me. I don't even have time to process what's happening when I start to orgasm, my clit throbbing under his tongue. He removes his thumb from my pussy and shoves his tongue inside. The hand that is holding my lips open moves down, replacing his tongue with his thumb to keep my clit stimulated as I come with his tongue inside me. All of my muscles lock down as the feeling consumes my body, amplifying before decreasing. As I come down from the peak of my
orgasm my muscles start to relax, leaving me in a sensitive and limp state. I can barely move, no longer able to hold my legs back, so I place my feet flat on the bed.

  He stands upright, his cock standing at full attention. Fuck, I'm going to be a lousy lay. What the hell was that? He looks down at me with a smirk on his face. "That felt...different," I say.

  He holds out his tongue for me to see, a white substance coating the top of it. My eyes enlarge but just barely, before the side of my lip pulls between my teeth. His tongue goes back into his mouth and he dramatically swallows so I can see. "Ready to let me in that ass now?"

  My head begins shaking side to side before changing into a half nod half shake, forming something of a circle. His smile enlarges. "That's what I thought. On your knees."

  My eyes become engorged. "I'm not prepared for that shit yet. Your dick is huge."

  "Not today, sexy. I may be an asshole but I'm not trying to cause a massacre. Baby steps. I'm simply stating that I think it's safe to say you won't be riding today. I want your pussy open for me."

  He presses his hand to the outside of my knee, pushing it toward the other leg as if hinting for me to turn around now. Both legs fall toward the mattress from making no effort to hold them upright. He slaps my ass, hard enough to leave a sting behind, and probably even a handprint. "Turn over."

  I'm still in a post-orgasmic state, but as stupid as it sounds I can physically feel my pussy throbbing between my legs. I want his cock. As a matter of fact, I've never craved a cock between my legs like this one. My pussy is salivating for it. I want him to fuck me so hard I can't walk. I suddenly get a second wind, pushing myself up on my forearms seductively with a smirk of my own. "As you wish, handsome."

  I roll over, standing before him on all fours with my pussy exposed. I arch my back to make it more visible. I think I'll toy with him. Chin to shoulder I look back at him. "You want me to believe you're a true killer, then show me what you got. Mutilate my pussy. It takes a lot to hold my attention and alcohol isn't a buffer this time. You want access to all of me and for a long period of time, then now is your chance to prove yourself worthy of the title. Men are a dime a dozen. That may make me a bitch, but take it or leave it."

  His facial expression leaves me satisfied. He's going to play along. His demeanor remains serious. I turn my head. "It's ready for you, Mr. Cox. Don't disappoint me."

  I can feel the mattress dip as the inside of his knee comes to rest to the outside of mine, followed by the other on the opposite side. The head of his cock is brushing against my ass. I look down at the muscular legs covered in a layer of black hair, confirming the hot as fuck man behind me. He grabs me by the hair laying flat along my back and jerks on it, pulling me upright. "Fuck," I whisper, as I lay my head against his shoulder, my breathing getting harder by the second.

  He runs the tip of his nose up the length of my neck, before pressing his lips against my ear. I can feel the heat radiating with each exhale. His teeth close on the lobe and skim over the skin before releasing it. "Be careful what you wish for, Miss Larsen. You may just get more than you bargained for. Men may be a dime a dozen just as women, but the most complementary isn't. I know who you belong to whether a title is involved or not. Before this is over you won't question it either. In my business, disappointed clients are a hard limit. Reputation is everything. Now you're about to learn mine."

  He presses on the center of my back, pushing me back on all fours, then thrusts forward, ramming his bare cock inside of me, shoving me forward as the tip roughly connects so hard inside of me that it feels like it's about to push through my cervix. I yell out incidentally as I clench the sheets. He stops inside of me. I work to steady my breathing as the pain shoots through my abdomen. He grabs my hips in his hands. "Scream if you need to scream. I want to hear you."

  Using my hips as leverage he begins fucking me, hard. My eyes close and tighten as I take each thrust. He was obviously holding back before or the alcohol was a numbing agent. Fuck it hurts, but it is the best feeling pain I've ever experienced. I want him to stop but then I don't. With each thrust it becomes harder and faster, penetrating deeper. Not once can I hear his breathing peak. I bite my tongue trying to keep quiet, trying to avoid giving him the satisfaction of knowing how good he is with his damn cock. It's enough that his dick slides in and out with ease from how wet I am.

  One hand rubs up to the center of my back, stopping between my shoulder blades. He presses down, lowering me to my elbows, my ass left in the air. The angle of entry changes, sending the head of his dick into my G-spot. "Oh fuck," I scream out.

  "That's it. I want to hear how much you like it."

  His hand returns to my hip, but he brings them in to rest on the top of my ass. He pulls my ass cheeks open and grinds his hips against my skin as he sinks his cock inside me as deep as it can go. I can barely hold my eyes open. My mind is slipping deeper into a state of euphoria with each hard hit against my G-spot. I can't concentrate on any normal motor skill. A sheen of sweat is now covering my body. It feels like it's ninety degrees in here.

  "Touch yourself."

  "What," I ask breathless.

  "I want to fuck you while you get yourself off."

  "Just keep going. What's the point of your dick if I have to get myself off?"

  "Do it."

  "No. Fuck. It feels too good."

  He stops inside me. "Touch yourself or I pull out."

  "You have got to be fucking kidding me. You sound like a child right now."

  I start to rock back and forth on his dick, attempting to deter this conversation. Self-induced orgasms are a rare thing for me. There are too many willing volunteers that will do it for you. He slaps my ass and pulls out, leaving an agitated void that could make me kill someone. I look over my shoulder at him, scanning his body. His cock is noticeably wet from me. "You fucking asshole. I hate you right now."

  He bends forward, lining his front on my back, before laying his palm on the back of my hand. "Yet you still want my fucking cock inside you. Touch yourself and you get it back."

  He picks my hand up and brings it to my clit. "I cannot believe I am stooping to these levels for cock," I retort in the bitchiest tone possible.

  "I can. It's good fucking cock. Now touch yourself."

  I want to spit nails right now. My middle finger instinctively touches my clit and begins to rub the swollen area. "Egotistical asshole. Maybe I just need to turn you loose; then maybe some of that ego will shrink. Good fucking cock, my ass."

  "Don't be mad you met someone just like you. Where there is good cock there is good pussy to motivate." He aligns the head of his dick at my entrance and pushes inside, slowly this time, kissing the side of my mouth briefly, leaving the wetness of his saliva behind. "And it takes one to know one. Don't stop until you come."

  "Hell yes I love the size of your cock."

  He returns to his previous position, steadily getting back to a hard and fast rhythm. I continue to rub in circles over my clit as I hold my upper body weight on my one forearm, barely able to stand how full I feel with him inside of me, and the clit stimulation together. It isn't going to take long to get myself off. It never does. It doesn't matter how long a girl goes without getting herself off, when she does it's a familiar act as if it's only been hours. A girl knows her own body, her likes and dislikes, what feels good and where to touch for quick release. It's already starting to build, even faster with every thrust from behind.

  He pulls my ass cheeks apart again. Something wet drips at the top of my ass crack and begins sliding down the seam of my ass. What the hell?

  He thrusts again, taking my mind off of it. I can feel my orgasm. It's about to start. My finger gets faster. "I'm about to come."

  I lose focus as my orgasm consumes my body, falling into that temporary moment of bliss. My toes curl into the bottom of my feet. I can't move. It's amplified each time he hits my G-spot. My legs and arm are starting to shake from holding my weight. As my clit starts to bec
ome sensitive he thrusts again, his thumb sliding into my asshole. "Don't tense," he says as if reading my body language.

  I'm not sure how I feel about it right now. I can't really process any information at the moment. It's a foreign feeling. I'm not used to things entering there. It's more like a pressure. He holds onto my waist with one hand to keep him steady, slowing his hip movements slightly as he allows me to become used to his finger with the other hand. The more I move past the fact that he has his thumb shoved in my anal cavity the better it feels. He starts to match the rhythm of his hand and hips in unison. Both of my hands become flush with the mattress, no longer able to touch myself. The muscles between my legs contract as he thrusts inward at both locations, clamping down on his dick. The sensation of both places being filled is more than I would have imagined. "Fucking shit, Lux. You need to come."

  I can't even verbalize an appropriate response as his thrusts become harder and more needy. "Fuck, Kaston."

  His hand slides across my pelvis from my hip to the other side and he lifts up slightly. If there were any barrier before there isn't anymore. There is no way I'm about to come again this soon. One final thrust and I can feel it starting, but it's different this time, more dramatic than a single formed orgasm. I moan out, freeing some of the pent up release, but only a whisper of a whine escapes, unable to do anything but feel through it. An interior orgasm always feels better than a clit orgasm anyway, but this…is so much more. No thoughts, no extra movements, and no words are able to form. I'm no longer coherent to anything. Instead, I've crossed over into a foreign place, Nirvana, one I've never been in before. Even if I've come close, it's been induced by intoxication. My eyes close. "I'm about to fucking come all in your pussy unless you object."

  Nothing.

  Silence.

  An explosion of feelings envelop me.

  Breathing becomes a complex activity instead of a natural one.

  I hear him speak, but nothing really registers.