Kisses and Lies

“Needy, pretty girl?”

I am. I need him in me. He pulls back just as I feel him there. My hand drops, and I go to reach for him again, but he grips my hands and pulls them above my head. Then he lays on me, his cock right there, right fucking there. Damn him.

After a few moments, he pushes in, just the tip, then goes back out.

“In,” I say through clenched teeth.

Marcus smiles and does it again, just the tip, making my body crazy with need.

“In,” I say again, this time more desperate than the first time I said it.

He leans down and kisses my lips. I pull them away desperately while trying to arch my hips, but he’s lying on me so it does no good.

“Do you want me…” he pushes in again, but not far enough, “… to go in?” Then pulls back. I try to pull my hands free, and with the third tug Marcus lets me. I push at his chest, and he moves as I pull away from under him. Standing and hovering over him, so my pussy is in his face while he sits there with his cock hard and ready. My body’s dying in anticipation, it’s ready and wanting his dick in me.

Desperately.

Frantically.

My hands grip his head, and I wonder how he can be so composed. Isn’t he hungry with need like I am? Lowering myself down, I run my hands through his hair, then one hand comes between us reaching for his cock again as I position it between my legs and lower myself on it.

“Needy little bitch,” he says.

I don’t argue because I know I am very fucking needy. And the minute I’m on him my body rejoices in my neediness. And soon my hips start rocking, taking from him what I need. His hands, which were by his sides, grip my hips painfully and start rocking with me faster and faster. My legs wrap around his waist while our bodies are so close I can feel the sweat that’s between us.

Marcus bites my neck as I throw my head back, his teeth scraping along my skin, and I shudder on top of him. I start to slow as the pressure builds and I know I’m close again, but he doesn’t allow me to orgasm. I lift my head back up and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling our bodies so dangerously close that all that’s moving now is my hips with his guidance.

I come. And I come hard. On top of him. My body exhausted and fully sated as he rides out his own release, only relieving some of the pressure on my hips as he stays holding me.

“Is this when I go home?” I ask, unable to move.

“No. This is where you stay, so I can fuck you all night.” Marcus stands up and takes me with him. He slides straight out of me and lifts me higher with my legs still around his waist as he starts walking up a set of stairs.

“I’m tired,” I say with a yawn.

“It’s okay, I don’t need you awake,” he teases, and it makes me laugh. “But I will be tasting paradise again.” I manage to lift my head and smile.

“You like me,” I say.

He throws me onto my back on the bed and stands at the end. Now I get the opportunity to get a good look at him naked. My eyes roam with appreciation. Somehow the scars on his upper chest make him even more attractive. His tanned skin, messy curly hair from my hands roaming through it, and his jaw, which is set in a hard line, define his gorgeous face.

This man is perfection.

A god.

“I like your pussy. Don’t get the two things mixed up. This is just sex. Tell me you know this is just sex, pretty girl,” he says, then crawls over the top of me.

I don’t know if what he said should affect me, I’m to fucked to care. When I don’t answer, he taps me on my nipple making, it sting.

“Tell me you understand.”

“I do. Just sex. Is it a deal?”

“Deal,” he murmurs.

Then he proceeds to do all the naughty things to me all over again.

And again.

Chapter Thirteen

Marcus

Rochelle’s hand lays on my chest as she traces the lines of a few scars, not once does she ask or question why they’re there.

I like that about her.

And I don’t like a lot of things.

Actually, I like very little in life.

Except her.

Blue eyes look up to me, and her hand stops moving over my heart. I fucked her twice, ate her sweet pussy, and still want more. I have to have more of her.

“Who are you, Marcus?” she asks.

Such a weird question from a beautiful girl.

Pushing her strawberry curls back behind her ear, I smile down at her. “Whoever you need me to be,” I reply.