Marquise

I can’t help but chuckle and shake my head since that is precisely how I have felt, since I laid eyes on her. The shit running through my head has me remembering the recipe for my mom’s cinnamon applesauce pancakes. I begin taking out the ingredients and start humming to the song as I move around the kitchen, cracking the eggs, and mixing the batter.

“Justin Timberlake. Really?” I turn hearing her voice and the spoon drops to the floor. Standing on the other side of the room with one hand on the wall, in my work shirt, her hair a mess, and looking every bit my fantasy, is the very woman that is going to make my every filthy fantasy come to life.

“You got a problem with Justin?” I ask, slowly making my way to her. I know, as I live and breathe that I am done waiting.

“No. No problem. Just shocked to hear you listening to it.” she says. I notice her voice is low and filled with desire. She licks her lips and leans her whole body against the wall.

I take the remote from my pocket and hit the button. Blaring through the speaker is Bruno Mars’ “Gorilla.” I press the button once more to make it repeat, until I stop it knowing it is going to be longer than one play. Fitting really, since that is how I feel right now. Like the king of the jungle, stalking my prey. I say nothing as I bring her to me, and our mouths meet in a frenzy all pretense gone. I rip my shirt off her and take a step back to admire the Goddess of my dreams for a moment.

“Marquise,” she whines, begging me to finish what I started.

Taking no more time, I remove my pants and lift her. Her legs wrap around my hips as I lay her across the table. Jesus. Who the hell needs pancakes and eggs when you can have the whole fucking buffet? Our tongues lock, as our souls begin to intertwine. Our hearts knowing this is the moment we will become one, find their way to one another. She grabs my head and pulls me tighter into her. Starting with kisses down her neck, I make it to the peak of her breast where her nipples are presenting themselves to me. I suck one into my mouth, relishing the moan and sighs leaving her mouth as I suck both of them over and over, while my fingers play with her pussy. Working on getting her wet for me so when my nine-and-a-half-inch cock is driven into her, she isn’t in too much pain.

“You ready for me baby? You ready for this pussy to be mine? Forever? Once I bust that little vessel that is keeping you innocent and pure, I am never letting you go. Can you handle that, Goddess?” I want more than anything for her to tell me she wants it to. But the truth is if she told me to stop right now I would do it. If for no other reason than to prove I am not my father. It would kill me, but I would do it. I look down at her and she is nodding her head. Her eyes are closed as she squirms, feeling my fingers breach her over and over. “No nodding, baby. I need the words. Tell me your mine forever.”

“Yes. Marquise. I’m yours…” She doesn't get to finish before I shove my steel rod inside her tight cave, and her mouth opens with nothing coming out. I cover hers with mine, not moving to give her time to adjust.

“Shhh… I’m sorry baby. Fuck, you feel good. I swear I won’t move until you tell me too. Jesus.” It is taking all my strength not to pound the fuck out of her.

I look down into her face with my heart pounding, recognizing the spirit of its destiny. She looks so beautiful. Even with her face scrunched up in pain, she looks angelic and yet like my dirty vixen at the same time. Deciding to move to a more comfortable space while still inside of her, I lift her and carry her to the chaise in my living room. I lay her on her back as I rain kisses all over her face. She begins to move, her pussy squeezing me harder as she kisses me with more vigor. I pull out and slide back in slowly, watching her face to make sure she still isn’t in pain.

“It’s okay, Marquise. You can move.” Thank fuck. I pull out of her again and slam back inside.

“Oh God,” she screams. I bite down on her nipple, as I move over and over inside of her with the strongest need. The need for her to feel me so deep inside of her, she will never be rid of it. I step back holding her legs, slamming in and out of her cunt with her cream all over my cock and sliding down the crack of her ass. Bruno Mars is singing, how he needs her to say she wants it all, in the background. Hell, it is exactly what I need too.