Chapter 5
My sex playlist blared through the speakers as I went around my home, making sure everything was perfect.
I had my LED oil diffusers on. The oil blend was known for increasing arousal.
I also had my favorite Bath & Body Works candle lit: Mahogany Vanilla.
It was the perfect blend of woodsy and sweet.
I had my braids pulled into a high ponytail.
My skin was smooth, clean, and moisturized.
I wore a two-piece lingerie set. The lavender color complemented my skin.
The lace hid the important parts of my body while the silk robe covered everything else.
I couldn’t wait to open the door for Marcus.
I wanted to show him a side of myself I often hid from everyone.
I wanted to be completely submissive to him.
I wanted to release my inhibitions and welcome all the sexual pleasure from him.
The doorbell chimed throughout the apartment.
My nerves grew for only a moment. As soon as I opened the door, the sight of him made my mouth water.
He was dressed in a plain black T-shirt, gray sweatpants, and slides.
He was always so relaxed in his appearance.
He didn’t need flashy outfits to look good.
He was sexy with or without designer. He had a duffel bag draped over his shoulder—his spend the night bag.
Good. I wanted to be able to do nasty things with him until the sun came up again.
I’d become addicted to him and that thick ass dick between his legs.
“Damn,” we said in unison.
“Hi,” I added shyly.
“Hey. You look… wow.”
“Thank you. Come on in. I have the bedroom ready for us.”
He stepped through the door and placed his bag on the floor. He toed off his shoes before his hands reached for me.
“You did all this for me?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yes. Is that okay?”
“Hell yeah.”
“You look good enough to eat.”
“Good. That was the plan. I hope you eat me just like you did the first time.”
“That’s one of many things I plan on doing to you tonight.”
“C’mon. I would give you a tour, but that can wait until after I’ve been milked of my juices. Thanks.”
“Sounds good to me.” His smirk was so damn sexy. I wanted to slide my pussy down his face and leave a trail of my juices across his chest before I hopped on his dick and did a full split.
I led him to the bedroom. My bedroom was my favorite room in my apartment. The bed was elevated on a high, invisible platform. There was a chandelier above my bed that I opted to keep turned off because of how bright it was. Instead, I had my oil diffusers on to light the room in a soft blue hue.
The color scheme for my bedroom was a sky blue and white. My throw pillows were different shades of blue, and my accents were all the purest color of white. A few things were an eggshell white, and my curtains were off-white.
“Your room is nice,” he complimented as he stepped into the room.
“Thank you.”
“I don’t know how you can have your bed so high. You aren’t afraid of falling out?”
“No?” I laughed.
“This isn’t the type of bed you hang off of. I got to be careful when I start fucking you.”
“It’ll be easy to maneuver once we get a good system going.”
“Fa sho.”
“I’m not sure what you are in the mood to listen to, but my playlist is elite. Regardless of if we listen from the top or shuffle it, we’ll have the perfect songs for whatever.”
He nodded. “Cool. Get in the bed for me. Don’t take nothing off yet.”
A shiver slid down my spine as I obliged his demand. He removed his shirt. His muscles flexed as he moved around the room. My mouth watered at the sight of him. He’d taken off his pants and only remained in the formfitting boxer briefs. They hugged his thick ass dick perfectly.
“You are so damn fine. My goodness.” I mumbled aloud as he climbed into my bed and pulled me close to his chest.
“Thank you. You’re beautiful, gorgeous, sexy as fuck, and every other synonym I can’t think of right now.”
“Kiss me, please.”
He puckered his lips, and I devoured them. I kissed him hungrily like a horny ass teenager who was eager to get a nut. He placed his hands on my face and held me in place. He leaned back and smirked.
“Slow down. There’s no need to rush. Slow and steady will win all the races tonight too.”
“Take the edge off, please. You’ve got my hormones raging.”
He shook his head. “No. You’re going to learn patience tonight. You’re going to listen to everything I tell you to do. If you don’t listen, you will be punished.”
“Punished? What are you going to do? Spank me?” I asked with amusement in my tone.
He traced his pointer finger along the top of my shoulder and gripped my throat. My lips parted as he squeezed firmly. The action wasn’t like someone trying to stop my breathing, but more so, someone who knew how to elicit pain and pleasure at the same time.
“You will be punished in whatever torture I deem fit for the disobedience. Okay?”
“F-fuck…” I moaned as he squeezed tighter.
“Tell me you understand, Ava.”
My body quaked with arousal. I’d never been dominated in this way, and the moment drove me crazy. I nodded. “I-I understand, Marcus.”
“Good girl. Now, take your robe off and lay on your stomach. I’m going to massage your body while we listen to your playlist.”
“Ooo, a free massage?”
“Consider it foreplay.”
I removed my robe and lay on my stomach as he’d instructed. I used my arms as a pillow to elevate my head. I closed my eyes as he positioned himself over me. He’d started off by leaning down and kissing the center of my back. The feel of his lips on my skin made me inhale a soft breath.
“You smell good.”
“Thank you. It’s body oil plus some of that EOS lotion. The combination always leaves me feeling so soft and smelling good.”
Lloyd’s “Feels So Right” began to play as he used his fingers and thumbs to massage my back.
The firmness and slowness of his movements was damn near intoxicating.
Every few moments, he’d kiss me somewhere on my body.
Every time, the unexpected presence of his lips sent a spark between my legs.
I would have a puddle on the bed before he finished if he kept it up.
“I promise it’ll feel really good. Just let me massage your spine,” Lloyd’s words were too spot on for the current actions happening in my bedroom.
“What a coincidence,” Marcus said.
“I told you my playlist was elite. It’s like it knows exactly what’s happening in the room to play the perfect song for the moment.”
He moved down to my ass and gave each small, round cheek attention. He thought he was slick, purposely ignoring the throbbing, wetness right between the cuff of my ass. I shifted slightly to create some sort of friction to ease the growing tension in my warmth.
“Soon, baby. The buildup will be worth it.”
“I’m trying to be patient, but she’s literally crying to be touched.”
“Turn over onto your back. You can prop your head up on a pillow.”
I grumbled in frustration but followed his instructions.
I used two pillows to prop my head up while I looked at him.
He sat on the bed and lifted my right leg onto his lap.
He massaged my feet with firm, precise strokes of his thumb.
My eyes closed again, and I welcomed the sensual feel of his fingers on my toes.
It caught me off guard when I felt something warm and wet on my feet.
He’d pulled my toes into his mouth as he massaged the center of my foot.
“Oh,” I quipped.
“You ever had your toes sucked like this before?” he asked in a low tone.
I shook my head. “N-not at all. I’ve actually never had them sucked at all. This is… interesting.”
“I don’t have a foot fetish or anything, but you have some pretty toes. I couldn’t resist.”
I laughed. “Please. You’re so funny.”
He smiled. “I’m serious. If I could lick you from head to toe, I would. Everything about you is sexy as hell to me.”
“Words of affirmations must be one of your love languages. You’re very vocal about how you feel about me. I like it.”
“I’ve never thought about my love languages, if I’m being honest with you.”
“We’ll have to look into that one day.”
“For sure.”
He massaged my ankles, up to my thighs. Once he’d gotten to my inner thighs, he spread my legs. I silently rejoiced because the agonizing torture would be over. He’d finally put those juicy lips on my clit and ate me to ecstasy.
“Damn, Ava.”
“What?”
“Your pussy is dripping wet. You’ve made a little puddle underneath yourself, and I ain’t even touched you yet.”
“All you’ve done is touch me!” I complained.
“Are you raising your voice?”
I huffed. “No.”
“That’s what I thought. I would have had to punish you if you did.”
“Please don’t punish me, Marcus. I need you, baby.”
“You need me?” he repeated.
“Yes. Real bad. I want to shove your face into my clit because you’re teasing me so bad.”
He smirked and yanked me down until I was flat on my back. I damn near got whiplash. It was like we were two professional wrestlers, and I was about to be folded into submission.
My knees had gotten pushed into my chest as he dove headfirst into my pussy after moving my lace panties to the side.
His lips latched onto my clit, and he sucked my throbbing bead like an ice cream cone.
He’d devoured the swirl and swallowed my ice cream whole.
I was a mess on the bed, unable to run because he’d pinned me down.
“Marcus! Bae… Bae… I’m about to cum…”
“Drown me in your delicious ass juices. If I die, I die.”
I couldn’t even laugh at his corny ass joke because he’d pumped two fingers into my tense hole as he ate my soul out of my pussy. The feel of it had me ready to meet God at the pearly gates.
“Shit!” I relaxed onto the bed as I’d released the last of my orgasm. I looked into Marcus’s face and smiled.
“You got my face dripping like I’m the damn milk man. Hope you ready for this dick.”
“Let me catch my breath.”
“Not an option.”
“You’re not even going to wipe your face off first?”
“For what?”
“Oh, you’re a nasty man.”
“Glad you’re catching on, my love.”
I rolled my eyes. “At least let me get a water break. I set these out for between-round refreshments.” I motioned to the two bottles of water on the nightstand by the bed.
He chuckled. “Great hospitality.”
“Thanks. I try.”
I scooted over to the edge of the bed and grabbed the bottles. I held one out for him to take, and he chugged half the bottle before tossing it onto the bed. I took a couple of sips because I didn’t want a belly full of water with the prospect of being twisted like a pretzel still in the air.
“I want you face down and ass up, but I also want to fuck you missionary. Your face is too pretty not to admire while I stuff you with dick.”
“Marcus, please.”
“What? I’m serious.”
“My bathroom mirror will give you a great view of my face while you fuck me from the back.”
“Oh, let’s fuckin’ go.” He tugged me toward the bathroom.
“Slow down.” I stumbled over one of the many rugs in the bathroom. He helped me steady my feet before he looked around.
“Damn, this is nice.”
“It’s my favorite room. I made sure everything was perfect.”
“Yeah, this mirror goes crazy. I’ma need you to hold your ankles for me.”
“Wait, I thought you wanted to see my face.”
“That’ll come later. Right now, I need your legs spread with your hands around your ankles.”
“Yes, sir.”
I assumed the position. He admired me from afar for a few seconds, so I decided to give him a show.
I twerked for him. My ass might have been small, but it had a nice jiggle to it.
He let out a low growl as he smacked my ass.
He rubbed the tip of his dick against the slit of my pussy, and I tried so hard to push it in.
Smack.
The force of his smack made me leak a little bit.
He used the juices to lubricate his length, and he slowly plunged into me.
I couldn’t hold my ankles while he had that thick ass hook inside of me, so I planted my hands on the mirror and made eye contact with him through the reflection.
His smirk told me everything I needed to know about the plans he had for me.
“You finna be sick of me,” he announced before he started to fuck me like a whore off the streets. I couldn’t even catch my bearings long enough to find his rhythm. He’d grabbed my throat and pulled me against his chest as he fucked me from the back.
“Marcus! Shit!”
“Yeah. You ain’t ever gon’ have a nigga fuck you like this. This pussy is mine. I’m the only one who can fuck you, make love to you, and nut in this mothafucka. Okay?”
I didn’t respond quick enough. As a result of my lack of a reply, he swung his hand across my ass again. The smack stung in the best way.
“I asked you a question, Ava.”
“Yes! It’s yours. Only yours.” I unraveled all over his dick. My body quaked with pleasure as I released my juices like a broken pipe.
“Yeah. That’s what the fuck I’m talking about.” He continued to fuck me until he came inside of me. The feeling of his creamy nut was warm and filling. He held me up as he slowly pulled out of me.
“I can’t feel my legs, asshole.”
“I’m sorry, baby. Do you want me to run you a bath?”
“Yes,” I replied. I poked out my bottom lip and turned in his embrace. “Why would you fuck me like that?”
“Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“Yes, but… now, I fear I might start hiding in your bushes.”
He laughed. “Please don’t. The door will always be open for you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He pecked my lips and lifted me into the air.
The mirror was cold against my back as I gazed up into his eyes.
I assumed our eyes told the same story—two souls connected by the strongest tie in the world.
Marcus Hastings was mine, even if we hadn’t made it official.
I’d crash out behind that dick—I mean him.
Feelings this strong had to have been put together by God himself. I’d thank God for eternity for making Marcus just for me.