Chapter Fifty-Six
Marcus
S he turns her face toward me slowly, her eyes hazy, cheeks flushed, and her chest rising and falling rapidly. Tear tracks stain her skin, and the sight hardens me instantly. I’ve often experienced dacryphilia, but I’ve never felt it as strongly as I do at this moment. Seeing her cry like this, not from sadness or fear, but from the overwhelming mix of pleasure and pain, drives me wild. It’s raw, unguarded, and breathtaking.
“Fuck, princess. You’re so beautiful when you cry.” I brush a strand of hair behind her ear, and she leans into my touch, so trusting, so vulnerable.
“On your back. Now.”
As I strip down, my hand wraps around my throbbing cock. She shifts on the bed beneath me, her body trembling with need. “How do you feel right now?” I ask, needing to hear it, needing to make sure she’s still with me.
“I want to come. I want you inside me. I feel… everything.”
“No need for your safe words?”
“No. Please, Marcus.” Her voice is thick with desperation, her body writhing beneath me. “I need you.”
“I’m right here, Gigi.” I drag my cock up and down her pussy, sliding with ease. “Already soaked for me, aren’t you, princess? Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.” She looks down, watching my dick move against her. “God, Marcus, I’m scared of how big you are.”
“We’ll make it fit. Just breathe.” With that, I grip my dick and slowly slide in, her wet warmth surrounding me.
“Oh my God.” Her eyes close and her hands grasp my waist.
I start moving, pushing deeper with each stroke. My eyes squeeze shut with how tight she is, how her pussy feels like it’s molded to my cock. “Goddamn it, Gigi, your cunt is fucking perfect.”
“Deeper, Marcus, please.”
I lower to my elbows and thrust balls-deep into her. I bury my face in her neck, breathing her in as I suck and nip at the delicate skin. The sounds coming from her lips drive me harder, making me sink my teeth deeper. I don’t care if I leave marks. She’s mine from this moment on.
I press back up to my hands, looking down at her. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes dark green. “Whose pussy is this, Gigi?”
“Are you claiming me, Marcus?”
I gently slap the side of her breast, her eyes open wide.
“Answer me. Whose.”
Thrust .
“Pussy.”
Thrust .
“Is this?”
Her nails scrape the skin of my biceps. Her eyes focus on mine. “Yours. Fuck, Marcus, it’s yours.”
“Remember that, princess, because once I paint the walls of this cunt with my cum, your body is mine.”
“Yes, Charming, take it.” She pants. “God, I’m going to come, keep going.”
I angle my hips and drive into her at an intense pace. I feel her tighten around me, drenching my dick. With the sensation, I feel my muscles tense.
“Come with me, Gigi. Fuck, come with me, please.”
“Yes!” It’s all that comes from her mouth as her body shakes under me, and I follow close behind, my voice bellowing through the room, my hips pushing forward. She moans and her hips move around my dick while my head hangs between my shoulders as I try to calm my breathing. I slide out and sit back, watching my cum drip from her. I insert two fingers, then lean over her. “Open.”
I place one of my fingers inside her mouth. She closes around it, licking it clean. I retract my hand, then I suck our releases off the other finger. “We taste so good together, princess.”
“Shit, Marcus. And you say I’m obscene?”
I lean down and kiss her, moving us to our sides. She curls into my chest, her hand just behind my ear as she slides her tongue against mine. I hold her tight against me. I don’t want her body to leave mine just yet.
She slows the kiss. “What if I told you that, now, I don’t want to leave this room until we have to go home?” she says with a coy grin, her eyes hooded and dark green.
I brush the hair back that escaped her fancy hairstyle. “There’s always room service. And I bet we would have a great view of fireworks from this room.”
“We would.”
“Stay here. I’ll be right back.” I go to the bathroom, get a warm wet washcloth, and return to the bed. I clean her thighs, working my way up. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
“No, you were perfect.”
I nod, taking the washcloth back to the bathroom. When I return to the bed, I lie on my back and pull her to my side, her head on my chest. I reach down, closing my fingers around her wrist, bringing her hand into my line of sight. “I love the way this ring looks on you.”
“Me, too. It’s so beautiful.”
“When I saw the emeralds, they reminded me of your eyes when you’re mad.” She rises up, propping on her elbow, mouth agape like she’s shocked. She’s fully back to reality now.
“You gave me an engagement ring that makes you think of when I’m mad?”
“Calm down, G.” I kiss her wrist. “Mad Gigi is fun. Your cheeks get pink, your eyes turn a dark green, you get feisty. Hate to admit it, but lately, it’s become a turn on for me.”
“How long is ‘lately’?”
“Not sure when it started, really.” She flops back down on the pillow, watching my fingers play with her bracelet.
“Have you ever been in a relationship? I’ve never heard you talk about a girlfriend or anything.”
I think for a moment about how to answer that question. “Not a conventional one.”
“You’re gonna have to explain that.”
“I’m just a little different when it comes to relationships, Gigi.”
“Different can be good. Tell me, prince.”
I take a deep breath. “Well, first off, I’m pretty sure I’m demisexual.”
She laced her fingers in mine. “Okay. What does that look like to you?”
“I need connection. I need to know someone, form a bond with them, before I can be attracted to them. When I was in college and began to realize I was a bit different from the other guys, I Googled it fifty different ways, and when I read about being demi, it seemed the closest to what I experienced.”
“Do you feel connected to me?”
“I do. You’re one of my best friends.”
She brings my hand to her lips. “I feel connected to you, too.”