Marquise

My hand goes to my pants to stroke my cock twice and give it a squeeze to remind him, we have a much more important end game. It’s to make her need us like we need her. My tongue swirls around her clit back and forth, over, and over. I move back and forth, tonguing her pussy inside and out and stick my finger inside of her baby breeder. The need to reassure myself by feeling her innocence. Her pussy begins to quiver on the inside, and I know it means she is about to come. She pants and keens for me, her hands banging the bed. I lick faster and faster, determined to bring her to the end and watch her fall over. I mean fuck, I jumped off the motherfucker the moment I saw her.

“MARQUISE!!! I’M COMING!!! YES!” she screams as she releases herself.

I shoot my cum all over the bottom of the bed, needing the release as well. I continue to lick, while removing my other finger. Once she is no longer shaking, I place kisses going up her back and telling her how great she did, how much of a good girl she is.

As I lay beside her, she smiles at me, barely. Her eyes are not really open. Christ. Who the hell is this beautiful woman? I am thinking as I plant a kiss on her lips. Lips that I can imagine being wrapped around my cock. Real soon. She stays knocked out about ten minutes before she opens her eyes once more.

“Are you just going to stare at me?” she asks, rolling over and giving me an incredible view of the front of her naked body. Once again getting me and my cock riled up.

“For as long as I want, Goddess,” I inform her as I kiss her shoulder. “Is there anything you would like to do today? Anywhere you want to go? A restaurant, perhaps.” I want to not only possess and own her, but to also take her out and show her the life she is going to have with me. Help her experience things she has never been able too.

“White Castle.” I turn with what I am sure is a look of shock and surprise. Did she just say what I think she did?

“I’m sorry. What did you just say?” I ask her, refusing to believe out of everything she could have said, she picked this.

“I want to go to White castle. I mean I know it’s not fancy or anything. But growing up, it was the one place we went to every Friday night and I have missed it since...well since we could no longer do it.” she finishes. Her voice lowers as does her head. “I understand if it is not somewhere you had in mind. I’m sure whatever you choose will be fine.” she finishes. As much as I want to tell her she is correct, that is the last place I want to go, I also don’t like the look of disappointment I can see in her eyes. So, I do the only thing I can.

“Let’s compromise. We go to White Castle to eat, but then you have to come with me to the Museum of Science and Industry right after. Deal?” I ask her, holding my hand out wanting to make it fun. Instead of shaking it, she leans over and kisses my mouth.

“Deal.”

“Good. Say...twenty minutes?” I ask her, wondering if she is like every other woman underneath and needs hours to get ready.

“I don’t need twenty. Ten is fine. I’m only going to throw on some jeans and a t-shirt.” She stops and begins to fidget. Spreading my legs, I place my hands down knowing she is worrying over something.

“Whatever it is, Goddess, ask. Eventually, you will learn there is nothing you can’t ask me, baby. What’s got you unsure?” I ask her, not moving. I want her to come to me, showing that she trusts me. I need that more than I need my whiskey at the end of each workday. Believe me, my whiskey is a necessity.

“I was just wondering if jeans and a t-shirt would be okay. You know if you allow…”

“What the fuck is ‘allowed’, Chrissy? Why would I have to ‘allow’ anything? Is that the type of guy I look like to you?” I know I’m probably overreacting, but in my mind, I am picturing my parents about to leave the house for one of their nights out. One in particular will forever be etched in my brain.I was sitting in my room where my babysitter had just left to go to the bathroom. My mom walks in, dressed in a red floor-length dress with the back completely out. I remember, because I found myself thinking that my dad must have plans for her tonight for him to say this was okay. She walked in, rubbed my head, and sat beside me on the bed.