Marquise

“My dad stopped wanting to do fun things and taking me to my favorite place was one of them,” she says softly.

“It’s okay, baby. I get it. I don’t like to talk about my past either. But don’t worry. One day soon we will open up to one another and then we will both be free of the past for each other.” I mean that. I want us to be free to love one another. To be who we are with each other without the shadows of our past and parents haunting us and keeping us boxed into these personas of security we have built. It’s my turn to comfort her. I rub her hand during the rest of the ride.

The museum is fun and filled with laughter and plenty of touching, adding to the beast inside of me roaring to be let loose. The drive back to the house is quiet. Not the type of quiet where you have nothing to say. No. It’s the quiet where you know something is about to happen. Something you have been waiting for. Something that has been lighting up inside of me since the moment I laid eyes on her.

I open her car door and help her out. She licks her lips as she looks at me. I find I have to grit my teeth not to take her right here in the garage. “You licking your lips for a reason, Goddess?” I ask her, leaning against the wall.

“Yes,” she says, her voice filled with heat and want. Deciding enough is enough, I begin to unbuckle my pants. I am done with the games. Patience has never been my strength. It's a miracle I have been able to control myself this long. If you can call it control.

“Is it this, baby? Is this what you want?” I ask her, walking towards her as I am stroking my cock. Taking the little leakage and spreading it around the head, wanting it to be nice and salty for her.

“Yes, Marquise. I want it.” she says practically salivating and whining for it.

“Get on your knees, Goddess. Get on your knees and open your mouth.” I rub her cheek for a moment, taking in how beautiful and innocent she looks as her eyes get wide with surprise. “Lick it.” I place her chin in my hand and guide it towards my cock. When her tongue comes out and touches the tip, I swear I have an out of body experience. “That’s it, baby. Keep licking. Lick the tip. I want to see my seed on your tongue.” She licks the cum that is sliding down the side and closes her eyes as she takes it in. Her eyes suddenly open and are glazed over with lust. She opens her mouth wide and shows me the white cream she is holding for me. “Such a good girl. Look at you. You want to swallow it baby?” she nods her head, her eyes watering. “Swallow.” I tell her. As soon as her throat moves, I can’t take it anymore.

My hand goes to the back of her head and without thinking I shove my cock to the back of her throat not worrying about anything but possessing her mouth by any means necessary. She doesn’t fight it. Instead, her hand slides into her jeans and everything in me ignites. Ripping my cock from her mouth, I push her to the floor pulling her jeans from her body. Something about seeing her hands heading toward my pussy sets me off.

“My pussy.” I say before I shove my cock back into her mouth as my head goes in the opposite direction and dives between her legs. No sound can be heard in the foyer but smacking and slurping. At one point she gags, my cock so far down her throat she gasps for air. My mouth is indulging in the sugar she keeps making. I slide two of my fingers into her cunt and immediately she cums, while gagging on my cock as I shoot my seed down her throat. Not the way I want it in her belly, but we are getting there. I kiss her pussy one more time, not wanting to walk away from it. When we get up, both invigorated and worn out if you can be both at once, I pick her up and carry her upstairs to the bed. Together, we lay and snuggle.

“Good night Marquise,” she says before I hear her soft breathing. I kiss her neck.

“Good night my everything,” I whisper before falling asleep myself. Nothing has ever felt this good.Once again, I wake before she does, never having been one to sleep a whole eight hours. Leaning over, I kiss her shoulder before putting on a pair of sweats and heading downstairs to start breakfast. Walking into the kitchen, I can’t help but note that this is the first time I have been inclined to cook. I am typically a coffee, newspaper, and bagel guy. It bears acknowledging that she is changing me from the inside out in a good way. So much so, that I turn on my speakers and the first song is Filthy by Justin Timberlake.