20. Marcus
G etting stabbed wasn’t exactly on my bingo card for today, but it became clear after being at the meeting for only a few minutes that things were going tits up.
We were meeting one of our suppliers, a gang called B23, who had recently been distributing a product that was clearly subpar. After a few emergency hospital admissions, I found out they were cutting their drugs with all manner of shit, which I don’t tolerate.
Despite hating the drug industry with a passion, it makes me a lot of money, which I then invest back into Blackthorn, in an attempt to make it a decent place to live. Since I can’t abolish the drug trade entirely, I made sure that rules were put in place to regulate it.
Nobody under the age of sixteen is involved in the business, no exceptions. They don’t use kids to sell drugs, or to move them, and they sure as fuck don’t sell to them. This is a firm rule, and everyone knows it.
All drugs that are sold in Blackthorn must be pure, and under the OD limit. I don’t allow any product to be cut with other ingredients to bulk up the amount. I’m aware that’s how a lot of dealers make more money, but adding in random products is dangerous, and I don’t allow the extra risk.
Finally, no fentanyl or ketamine. That shit kills people, and it’s so easy to get the dosage wrong. There are enough illegal drugs on the market already, without adding more into the mix.
In exchange for my dealers following the rules, I allow them to keep a larger cut of the profits than is standard. But they all know that if they break my rules, they don’t get a second chance.
I’d heard rumours that B23 were playing fast and loose with my rules, but after a couple of hospital admissions, I had the test results to prove it. I met with the gang's leader, Julian, and his second in command, Sue-Ann.
As soon as I showed them the evidence, things went south, quickly. In amongst the drama, Julian divulged that B23 were considering shifting their loyalties elsewhere, which shocked both me and Sue-Ann, who appeared to know nothing about this.
I politely reminded him that he could shift his loyalties to Jacob, as he has a right to do under the peace treaty, but this is one rule we’re both in agreement on. So he won’t get any better luck under the Santoro rule.
Imagine my shock when he laughed in my face and told me that the Morellis and the Santoros were not the only options.
Apparently, Scott Caprillo has been spreading the word that he’s going to be taking over as leader soon, and he’ll have a whole new way of working. One that will make everyone a lot more money.
My anger got the better of me, and it resulted in Julian pulling a knife, which he managed to slice me with twice, before stabbing me. Miles pulled him away, getting him a safe distance from me, before shooting him in the head.
Miles and I, along with my security team, then shot the six people that were with Julian as back-up. They fell to the floor in a matter of seconds, blood coating the room and us.
Sue-Ann was the only person we left alive, but only so that she could deliver my message. I will never work with Scott Caprillo, and he won’t ever have any power.
Anyone seen to be supporting him, will be in direct violation of the peace treaty, and they will be taken down.
Sue-Ann quickly pledged her allegiance to me as she left, grateful that I didn’t kill her too.
I barely remember Miles driving me home. He dropped me off at the door, letting me know that he needed to check in with his team, as well as getting word out about Scott’s plans.
If I thought the knife wounds were painful, it was nothing compared to how much I fucking ached seeing Chloe dripping wet, taking care of me in the shower.
When I’d first arrived home, the look of concern on her face was something I wasn’t used to. She had pulled me into the shower, taking her time to remove my clothes and all the blood, before cleaning my wounds.
Her soft fingers touched me so gently, as though she were afraid of hurting me, and the worry in her eyes made my heart ache. I’ve never had someone look at me the way she does, like she truly cares about me, and I have to admit, it was kinda nice.
Then she got on her knees, looking up at me with those big, innocent silver eyes, just waiting for me to corrupt her, and I couldn’t control myself. I lifted her to her feet, even though it hurt like fuck, because I had to devour her right that second.
Then she’d told me I could have her, and all my restraint went out of the fucking window… Or it would have if the damn hole in my side wasn’t holding me back.
Thankfully, the doctor I keep on retainer had already been notified about my injuries by Miles, and was on his way over. I’d just got out of the shower, dried off as best I could, before pulling on a pair of grey sweatpants, when the doorbell rang.
I clutched the towel against my side, as it was still bleeding a little, and made my way to the door. I opened it to find Mickey Young, my family doctor, leaning against the doorframe.
Mickey is in his late thirties, and although he hasn’t worked with us for long, he’s more than proved himself. He’s actually the son of one of my father’s advisors, and we paid for him to go to medical school, so that when he finished his training, he’d come to work for us.
The doctor he replaced had been with us for years, but wanted to retire. He stayed long enough for Mickey to undertake his training, and the extra years he needed to do in the emergency department at our local hospital, learning all the skills necessary to take care of us.
He still does the odd shift at the hospital, but mainly he takes care of me and Jacob, and our men. Everything from minor ailments to stab or gunshot wounds.
Mickey takes one look at me, rolls his eyes, and pushes his way into my apartment. I grit my teeth, taking a deep breath as I remind myself I’m not allowed to kill him.
Mickey might be the best doctor we’ve ever had, but he’s a cocky arsehole, and he has no respect for authority. He will say what he wants, and he doesn’t care who it offends.
“Well, you look like shit,” he drawls, making his way into the kitchen.
He grabs a glass from the cabinet before pulling a can of Diet Coke from the fridge, looking like he owns the place.
“Help yourself to a drink,” I reply sarcastically.
Mickey lets out a laugh. “You’re hardly a great host. You’d never have offered me one.”
“Well, I don’t want you to feel welcome here,” I snap, which just makes him laugh more.
“So, Miles tells me you got yourself stabbed.”
I scowl at him, grinding my teeth together so hard, I’m surprised one hasn’t snapped. “It’s not like I did it on purpose.”
“And yet, you still have a hole in your side.”
He nods towards where I’m holding the towel, which is now stained red.
Although it’s slowing down, I’m losing more than I’d like, which is probably why I’m starting to feel a little lightheaded. I must sway a little, as Mickey notices straightaway.
“Will you sit the fuck down before you collapse, please. I’m not picking your heavy arse up off the floor,” Mickey snaps, pointing towards one of the dining chairs.
With a grumble, I shuffle over and take the chair he pointed to. “I see your bedside manner hasn’t improved.”
“You pay me to keep you alive, not to be nice to you,” he retorts with a cheesy grin.
He places his medical bag on the table beside me, opening it up to rummage through for the supplies he needs.
“So, if I pay you more, will you stop acting like a dick?” I ask.
He pauses for a second, cocking his head to the side, making a big deal of showing that he’s thinking about it, before quickly saying, “Nah. It’s the only fun part of my job.”
“Arsehole,” I chunter, which makes him laugh again.
“Lie down on the dining table and let me take a look at these wounds,” he says, moving his bag off the table onto one of the chairs.
“Do we have to do this on my table? It’s where I eat,” I grumble, but Mickey just shakes his head.
“Unless you have a medical gurney hidden away here, like I asked you to buy, this is the best place.”
“What about the bed?” I ask, ignoring his obvious dig that I, in fact, did not buy the hospital equipment he requested.
Mickey shakes head. “It’s too low down and soft. So unless you want to go to my clinic, where I have a proper gurney, and all the supplies I’ll need, you’ll have to make do here.”
“Fine,” I snap, wincing as I climb onto the table.
Mickey gets to work quickly. First, he assesses all of my body, cataloguing any injuries, and then he sets up a machine to monitor my observations. Once he has all the information he needs, he takes a better look at the wound on my side.
“This one is deep. It’ll need stitches,” he says, as I scrunch my eyes closed, trying to breathe through the pain that comes with him prodding the hole.
“That’s what I said.” My eyes fly open when I hear Chloe’s soft voice from behind me.
I look around to see her leaning against the wall, staring at me with that same worried look on her face.
Her wet hair has been pulled up into a messy bun on the top of her head, and I take a moment to be grateful that she’s wearing a pair of pyjama trousers instead of those shorts she usually teases me with.
“Well, who do we have here?” Mickey asks, wiggling his eyebrows as he stares at Chloe in a way that makes me want to stab him with his own scalpel.
“I’m Chloe,” she says shyly, moving over to stand beside me. “How is he doing? He lost quite a lot of blood.”
Her gaze roams over my body, stopping on my stomach wound, which Mickey is currently cleaning with antiseptic. Her eyes land on where my sweatpants are hanging low on my hips, showing off the trail of hair that leads below my waistband, and I see her gulp.
I have to think about the most boring things imaginable, recounting as many mind-numbing statistics as I can from my last finance meeting, just to stop myself from getting hard. Mickey will never let me live it down if I do.
“He’s doing okay. I’ll take a blood test from him before I leave, and depending on how much he’s lost, he might need a blood transfusion, or just some iron tablets. We’ll see,” he replies whilst working on my wound, before he stops and turns to face Chloe again. “I’m Mickey, the mafia doctor. What’s a pretty girl like you doing with an arsehole like him? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman here before.”
Don’t stab him, don’t stab him, I keep repeating to myself.
Chloe looks at me, her eyes wide as she struggles with what to say. I take pity on her and smack Mickey on the arm.
“Stop staring at her and do your damn job. It’s none of your business. She’s here…and will be for a while. So shut the fuck up and get me stitched up so you can get the fuck out. ”
“Someone is being an extra miserable bastard today,” Mickey sings, grinning as he pours antiseptic on my wound.
“Motherfucker!” I yell, squirming to try and stop the burning sensation that feels like it’s melting away the skin around my wound.
“Be nice to me or I won’t use anaesthetic to stitch you up,” Mickey says, wafting the needle in front of my face.
I keep quiet, except for the odd swear word as he sticks the needle into the sensitive skin around the edges of the wound. As the drug is pumped in, it stings and burns just as bad as the anti-septic, before the area goes numb.
As I’m wincing and trying to avoid how much the damn thing hurts, Chloe pulls up a chair next to my head, before reaching over and pulling my hand into hers. She laces our fingers together, and I turn my head to the side to see her giving me her fucking adorable smile.
“Squeeze my hand if it hurts too much,” she whispers, gripping my hand a little tighter.
I stare into her bright silver eyes, watching as they occasionally flick down towards where Mickey is stitching me up, only for her to grimace and look back at me. Her face is a beautiful mix of concern and anguish, and it takes me a little while to realise that it upsets her seeing me in pain.
It’s at that moment, I realise how much Chloe cares about me, and the damn monitor starts to alert when my heart begins to race. Mickey panics for a second, before he sees me looking at Chloe, then he quickly silences the machine with a roll of his eyes.
Chloe’s eyes are wide as she stares at the machine. “Is he okay? Why did it start alarming like that?”
Mickey’s lips spread into a shit-eating grin as I glare at him, silently telling him with my eyes that I will kill him. He turns to Chloe, and gives her a reassuring smile.
“It’s a normal reaction, most likely from the pain. He’s fine.”
I nod my head, grateful that he covered for me, and now I don’t have to kill him. Chloe looks over at me, her brow furrowed as she assesses me again.
“Are you sure?” She asks the question to Mickey, but her eyes never leave mine.
“I’m sure. In fact, I’m all done. I need to put a dressing over it, and put some steri-strips over the other two slashes, but then we’re all done.”
Both me and Chloe breathe a sigh of relief, and once all of my wounds are covered, she helps me to sit up on the table. I try to hide the sharp pain that sticks into my stomach, but she catches the grimace.
“What happens now? Is he going to be okay?” Chloe asks Mickey, who is clearing up his mess .
He gives her a reassuring nod. “I’m going to test his blood, and I’ll be back this afternoon to check up on him.” He then turns to me and says, “Just take it easy.”
Yeah, that isn’t going to happen, I think, as I look at Chloe.
“What will happen if I overexert myself?” I ask cryptically. By the way Mickey’s eyes widen as he glances over at Chloe, I think he knows what I mean.
“You won’t be exerting yourself,” she snaps, her hand on her hip as she glares at me.
I shake my head, smiling at her bossiness. I turn back to Mickey, deciding I may as well embarrass her, since she’s trying to tell me what to do.
“Ignore her, Mickey. She knows I plan to fuck her tonight, and no insignificant little stab wound is going to stop me. Give me some pain killers, so it won’t hurt too much, and tell me what I need to do.”
Chloe’s cheeks turn a bright shade of red as Mickey bends over laughing. She glowers at me, looking like she’s going to kill me, but I just shrug my shoulders.
Mickey clears his throat, trying to find his voice in between fits of laughter. “As your doctor, I have to recommend you not have sex for a couple of days, but as a man who can appreciate how fucking hot she is, I’ll help you out.”
“Call her hot again, or even look at her like that, and I’ll jam that scalpel into your eye,” I reply dangerously.
“Marcus!” Chloe chastises, but Mickey just keeps chuckling.
“I wouldn’t let anyone near her either, Boss. Right, here’s some pills that will take the pain away for a couple of hours. The anaesthetic won’t wear off for a short time either, so that’ll help. You’ll get one round, and then you risk damage, so make it count.
“Try not to overexert and pop your stitches. If you do, put some of these steri-strips over where the stitch was, and I’ll fix it when I call back this afternoon,” he explains, handing over two small pills before laying all the wound dressings and extra steri-strips that we might need on the table.
“Thank you,” Chloe mutters, unable to look Mickey in the eye as she grabs me a glass of water.
Once she hands it to me, I take the pills, hoping they kick in soon.
“Yeah, thanks for that,” I tell Mickey, giving him a wink as he continues to laugh. “Now, get out of my house.”
“Marcu—”
Chloe starts to shout at me for being rude, but Mickey puts his hand on her arm to stop her. I take a menacing step towards him and he quickly drops it.
“It’s fine, Chloe. I’m finished, and I need sleep. It was lovely to meet you. I have no idea why you’re with this possessive knobhead, but if he ever can’t make you happy, you?—”
“Get out!” I snap, interrupting whatever inappropriate proposition was about to leave his mouth, and Chloe chuckles.
“I’ll show you out,” she says, as Mickey picks up his bag and follows her to the door.
I can’t hear what they say, but Chloe is extra red around the cheeks when she returns.
“Well, he’s quite something, isn’t he?” she laughs as I groan.
“If he wasn’t the best, I’d have killed him years ago,” I admit, though I’ll never tell him that. His ego is big enough as it is.
Silence sits heavily between us, as Chloe runs her eyes over my body before stopping at the dressing on my side. “You should get some rest. I bet that hurts.”
I shake my head as I take a step towards her. “Actually, the anaesthetic has made the whole area numb, and the painkillers will take away the last little ache that I can feel shortly.”
She visibly gulps, her mouth popping as she thinks of what to say. “You must be tired. It’s almost five in the morning.”
“Adrenaline,” I say, when I’m finally standing right in front of her.
She’s so close, I can feel the heat from her body warming my own, as her breath flutters against my neck. I shudder at the sensation, wanting to close the minuscule gap between us.
I reach up and place my hand on her cheek, swiping my thumb across her flushed skin, before moving it until I’m holding the back of her neck. I place my other hand on her hip, making sure she can’t go anywhere.
“I’m done waiting for you, Mio” I tell her, before pressing my lips against hers.
At first, Chloe seems hesitant, barely moving beneath my touch, but as I deepen the kiss, claiming her lips with mine, she melts against me.
She kisses me back with just as much passion as she had in the shower, and I’m very fucking grateful I’m off the heartrate monitor, as it’d definitely be alarming right now.
She reaches up and threads her fingers through my hair, tugging a little, creating a delicious sting on my scalp. I groan in response, pulling her body towards mine.
My hard length presses against her stomach, and just that little bit of friction makes me moan. But as soon as the sound leaves my lips, Chloe tries to pull away, but I keep my grip on her firm, so she can’t go far.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” she asks frantically, her eyes raking over my body in a clinical way, heading straight for the dressing on my side.
There’s no indication of any blood seeping through, which is a good sign.
“Chloe, I’m fine,” I tell her.
“But I heard you?—”
I cut her off by capturing her lips with mine in a short kiss.
“You heard me moaning because my hard cock was rubbing against you. It was the good kind of moan, not a pain-filled one—though my dick is painfully hard.”
She chuckles, looking down at the tent in my sweatpants, that’s currently resting against her stomach.
“Are you sure this isn’t going to hurt you?”
“Believe me, Mio, it’ll be much more painful for me if we don’t do this. Besides, I’d happily rip open every stitch if it means I get to fuck you,” I tell her, rocking my hips against her as I do.
She leans in and kisses me, devouring me before she pulls away far too quickly.
“Are you worried we’re going to cross a line we can’t come back from?”
Without even stopping to think, I shake my head. “It’s too late to worry about that now. You said I could have you, and I will. Now, are you going to be a good little slut and let me fuck you?”
A bright smile crosses her lips as she nods. She reaches down to the hand that’s on her hip, taking hold of it and lacing our fingers together.
“Take me to your bedroom then. I want you to be comfortable when I show you how well I can suck your cock.”
“Ohhh.” A sound that’s a mixture of both a moan and a groan leaves my lips as I let her pull me towards my bedroom. Once there, she pushes me to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Stay.”
Even though I don’t usually take instructions in the bedroom, I have no fucking intention of ever moving from here, so I do as she tells me.
My gaze stays locked on her as she slowly begins removing the baggy T-shirt she’d thrown on after the shower. As she pulls the tee off, showing me she isn’t wearing a bra, my brain practically explodes.
I wanted to yell at her for being bra-less when that arsehole Mickey was around, but since I didn’t even realise, I’m sure he didn’t either.
Before I can shout at her, I’m distracted by how fucking perfect her tits are, and the way her nipples harden as the cool air hits them.
She slowly removes her sweatpants, and my heart almost stops when I see the lacey black knickers she’s wearing.
She turns around, giving me a glimpse of what they look like from behind, and I bite the inside of my cheek to stop any more embarrassing noises from breaking free.
There’s no denying, the way the lace knickers scoop over her arse, showing a plump swell of her cheeks peeking out beneath, it’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.
When she looks over her shoulder at me, with that shy little smile on her face, I know I’m a goner.
“Take them off, Mio,” I growl, palming my cock over my sweats, just enough to get some relief.
Chloe turns back around and wastes no time removing her knickers, throwing them to the side as she stands before me completely naked. Other than the way she pulls her lower lip in between her teeth, and the flush across her cheeks, you’d never know she wasn’t as confident as she appears.
She begins walking towards me, but I shake my head and she stops.
“On your knees.”
Her eyes widen, but she does as she’s told, dropping to her knees. She arches her back in the perfect way as she crawls to me.
Once she’s right in front of me, I spread my legs to make room for her, and she kneels between them, gazing up at me through her long lashes, looking like a fucking wet dream.
She places her hands on my thighs, and with her gaze still locked on mine, she grabs the waistband of my sweats. I lift up slightly to help her remove them, and she throws them over with her discarded clothes.
My cock bobs in front of her face, and she looks at it with both awe and apprehension, but when she licks her lips, I almost come right then.
She reaches out slowly, looking for me to stop her—like I fucking would—while she wraps her small hand around the base.
The feel of her squeezing my shaft makes me groan deeply, drops of pre-cum leaking from the tip. She looks at the drops of fluid gathering on the head, more joining as she pumps my shaft.
My eyes are fixed on her, like I’d ever look anywhere else, and I watch in amazement as she sticks out her tongue, flicking it over the tip to gather up all of the pre-cum before she swallows it down.
She looks up at me through hooded eyes, a mischievous smirk on her face as she leans forward and takes the head in her mouth. As her lips envelope me, she runs her tongue around the tip, driving me fucking crazy, before finally sucking me in deeper.
“Fuck,” I grunt, watching in amazement as Chloe takes my cock into her mouth .
Each time she pulls back and bobs back down again, she gets a little deeper.
Whenever I hit the back of her throat, she makes sure to gulp, and the tight feeling of her throat contracting around my dick sends shivers down my spine, and my balls begin to ache.
She works my cock into a frenzy, alternating between pumping with her hands and using her mouth or her tongue, sucking and licking until she’s driving me crazy.
I feel the tell-tale signs that I’m about to lose control, so I pull her off me, not wanting things to end just yet.
She looks up at me with big, innocent eyes, and I can see the hurt in them as I pull away.
“Did I do it wrong?”
I let out a humourless laugh, that most definitely was not a snort, as she appears even more confused.
“Love, there was absolutely nothing wrong with that. Quite the opposite. If you keep going like that, I was about to come in your throat.”
“Oh,” she says, dropping her shy gaze from mine before adding, “I wouldn’t have minded.”
I reach down and place a finger under her chin, lifting until she has no choice but to make eye contact with me.
“As much as I’d love that, and we will do that another time, I plan on filling you with my cum first.”
She nods, that shy smile returning as she admits, “I think I’d like that.”
“On your back on the bed,” I tell her as I stand.
She quickly does as she’s told and lays down in the middle of the bed. I grab hold of her ankles and pull her down a bit, until her arse is at the bottom of the bed.
I grimace as the muscles in my stomach burn slightly from the overexertion, but I push the pain away. It’s barely noticeable now, thanks to the pills. I’ve just aggravated it.
Chloe must have caught the pain on my face, as when I go to kneel in between her legs, she sits up quickly, reaching out to stop me.
“No, don’t do that. It’ll hurt your stomach and side.”
“It’s fine, I’ll rest later,” I tell her, but she hits me with a glare that tells me this isn’t negotiable.
I roll my eyes at her, pretending my cock doesn’t twitch at the tone she uses on me.
“Fine, but I plan on eating out that pretty little cunt of yours, so decide how you want me.”
“Er… I don’t… I-I don’t want to hurt you,” she mutters .
“Fine, then I’ll lay down and you can ride my face,” I say with a shrug of my shoulders. As long as I get to feast on her pussy, I don’t really care how we do it.
She shakes her head rapidly, the blush on her cheeks now spreading down over her chest.
“No. I’ve never… I’m too…”
She trails off, and it’s a good thing she did or I would’ve interrupted her. I lay on the bed, fixing my eyes on hers.
“Either you climb on willingly, or I will reach over and pick you up. Now, be a good little whore and let me lick your pussy. I want to see how wet you are.”
Her breath hitches at my words, but she moves towards me. Once she’s kneeling beside me, she hesitates, clearly not knowing what to do.
I reach over and lift her leg, giving her no choice but to straddle my shoulders, her arse resting on my upper chest.
This is one hell of a view, and if I were to die now, I’d be a very happy man.
Her pussy is glistening in front of my face, and my mouth waters at the sight.
“I can see how wet you are from here, Mio. Did sucking my cock get you all wet?” I ask, and she nods her head.
“Yes,” she mutters.
I run my fingers over her thighs, inhaling the sweet smell of her cunt as she wiggles around on top of me. I grab onto her hips, tight enough to bruise, forcing her to hold still.
“You’re such a dirty little whore. Only fucksluts like you get turned on sucking cock. Do you want me to lick your pretty pussy to help ease some of the ache?”
“Yes, please.” Her voice is barely a whisper, but my cock throbs at how innocent she sounds.
I reach out with my tongue, swiping it along her slit, groaning as I taste her juices. As I reach her clit, I slowly circle around it until she’s squirming over me, before quickly flicking my tongue over her sensitive nub, making her cry out loudly.
As she loses herself in the sensations, she forgets all about her embarrassment, or how uncomfortable she initially was in this position, and she settles over my face. She’s low enough down that I can breathe, but high enough that I’m able to devour her with my tongue.
She writhes around on top of me so much, I have to hold her down as I suck on her clit, devouring her as she begs me for more.
I alternate between low, lazy strokes with the flat of my tongue across her whole slit, even dipping into her entrance just enough to drive her crazy, before speeding up when I flick over her sensitive clit, only to finally suck it into my mouth, when I know she’s close.
“Oh, fuck. I’m so close. Please, can I…can I come?” she asks, each word getting more high-pitched in between her moans.
I feel her impending release building. As she chases that high, her body becomes more frantic and less inhibited, and she’s soon rocking her cunt against my face, taking what she needs from me.
As her orgasm builds, her body starts to tense. Her legs clamp tightly around my head, preventing me from moving, even just a little.
She reaches down with one of her hands and laces her fingers through my hair, pulling it just enough to sting. She uses her hold on my hair to direct my head exactly where she wants me, and I couldn’t enjoy it any fucking more.
When I can tell she’s right on the edge, I stop, just long enough to give her the permission she needs. “Come for me, slut.”
I lick, suck, and flick at her pussy until her orgasm hits, and her body shudders above me. My lips are covered in her juices, and I happily lick them up, like I’m a death row inmate and this is my last meal.
I don’t care that her cunt is suffocating me, or that she’s pulling on my hair harder than I’d like. She’s also slumped down onto my chest in such a way that makes it hard for me to draw breath, but I can’t seem to care.
Watching Chloe take what she needs from me, as she comes all over my lips while calling my name, has made me lose all good sense.
Thankfully, Chloe comes around quickly, and climbs off just in time for me to draw in a big breath. I then lean over and capture her lips with mine, amazed when she drags her tongue over mine, tasting herself.
“That was amazing,” she says with a laugh as soon as I release her lips.
“It’s not over yet, love,” I reply, while slowly dragging my fist over my hard length.
Chloe watches my movements, licking her lips as I swipe my thumb over the tip, spreading the droplets of pre-cum that built up during her orgasm.
“I need to fuck you,” I tell her, my voice deep and gravelly as lust takes over.
She nods her head rapidly, before adding, “Only if you won’t hurt yourself.”
“I won’t,” I tell her, before saying, “Now get on your back and spread your legs wide like a good girl.”
She does as she’s told straight away, only looking a little shy as she parts her legs for me. I reach behind her and grab a cushion, instructing her to place it under her arse. It lifts her, tilting her pelvis in just the right way.
“I’m going to fuck you without a condom. Are you okay with that?” I don’t know why I ask, as I don’t want to stop.
“I’ve never done it without one before, but I have the contraceptive implant. I got tested the last time I was with someone, and it was negative,” she says, staring up at me with those big beautiful eyes.
“All my tests were fine too. But what I’m asking is if you want me to fuck you bare, to flood your cunt with my cum?”
She nods her head quickly. “Yes, please.”
I flash the wicked smirk that I know she loves.
“You really are a dirty little whore. I’m going to turn you into my own little cum-dumpster, and fill you with my cum any chance I get. And you better say thank you every time I do,” I warn her, loving the way her eyes flash with lust, even though she tries to hide it behind her shyness.
“I will.”
I lean forward, lining up the head of my cock with her pussy before dragging it slowly through her slit. As her juices coat the head, I use my hand to spread it down the shaft, making sure I’m nice and wet for her.
When I press the tip against her clit, she moans loudly, bucking her hips, trying desperately to gain more friction. I grab hold of her hip with my free hand, pinning her in place as much as I can.
“Please,” she begs, whimpering beneath me as my cock rubs against her clit.
I then move lower, lining up with her entrance before pushing in. I try to take my time, but the moment I feel her warm heat enveloping me, I almost lose control.
I drive forward, stopping only when I hear Chloe cry out, whimpering beneath me as her nails claw at my arms.
“Are you okay?” I hiss, and she nods.
“Yes. More. Please.” She tries to rock her hips between each word, my dick slipping deeper until I finally bottom out.
As I hit a spot deep inside her, we both cry out. I hold still for a moment, leaning forward, so I can capture her lips with mine.
“You’re doing so well, love. You’re taking my dick so good, and you’re so fucking tight.”
She looks up at me, her smile bright from my praise.
“You can move now,” she tells me, rocking her hips just a little for emphasis.
I pull back slowly, biting my lip at how fucking amazing she feels as she stretches her legs even wider for me. I then thrust back in, a quick sharp movement that hits deep, causing Chloe to scream out loud.
“Yes. Fuck. So good.”
I do the same again; pulling back until just the tip remains inside before thrusting back in fast, hitting her hard and deep as her cries of pleasure take over .
Each time I push back in, she tilts her pelvis at just the right angle, so I hit her sweet spot, making her cling to me as she moans.
The feel of her tight cunt gripping my cock with each thrust is amazing, but hearing the noises Chloe makes, just for me, almost pushes me over the edge.
I continue fucking her, occasionally slowing down just enough to keep my release at bay, while still managing to drive her crazy. Her pussy is dripping wet, and I pepper kisses over her body, sucking and tasting wherever I can reach.
When I pull one of her nipples into my mouth, nibbling on it, her cunt tightens around me as she whimpers. Moving to her other nipple, I get the same response again, and I don’t need Chloe to confirm it to know she’s close.
“Fuck. Marcus, I’m so close. I’m going to… Please, can I come?” she begs, as I continue fucking into her, my balls slapping against her arse with each thrust.
I’m close myself, and it won’t be long before I have to give in to the delicious ache in my balls, but I need to feel her first.
I lean closer, my lips pressing against her cheek as I whisper into her ear. “Why should I let you come, slut?”
Her eyes roll back as I thrust in deep at the same time, making it hard for her to find the words to respond.
While my cock is deep inside her, I keep it there, rocking against that sweet spot that drives her crazy.
“Oh, God,” she cries, and I chuckle.
“It’s not God, Mio. This is all me. Now, tell me, why do you deserve to come?” My voice is deep and husky, I’m just as lost as she is.
“I’ve been a good girl. I want to come for you. I want your cock to feel my tight cunt spasming around you. I only come like this for you. I’m your dirty little whore, and only you can make me fall apart.”
I don’t know where the dirty words come from, but they tumble out of Chloe’s mouth, straight to my dick. Hearing her talk like that, looking so sweet and innocent with such a filthy mouth sends me over the edge, and my balls begin to tighten.
I reach down between us and place my fingers on her sensitive clit, rubbing it as she squirms and cries out beneath me.
“No, please. Don’t… I’m going to, if you… Please, Marcus, please can I come? I’ll be a good whore for you. Let me show you how good a slut I can be.”
Her begging is like music to my ears, and I pound into her faster, rubbing hard against her clit.
Her body tenses, her legs tightening around me as she screws her eyes closed, thrashing around from side to side as her nails drag down my arms. She’s trying to stop herself from coming, but her body is close to betraying her.
I don’t want to set her recovery back, and I want to watch her fall apart, so this time when I thrust in deep, I say, “Come for me. Show me what a good little whore you are.”
She cries out, her pussy spasming around me as her orgasm hits her. As it does, I tell her, “Eyes open, slut. I want to see you fall apart on my cock. I want to watch as I ruin you for all other men.”
Her eyes roll, but she’s quick to open them, and her silver gaze is fixed on me as she falls apart around me. Her cunt walls latch onto my cock, gripping me in a vice as she spasms.
Chloe’s whole body trembles as she calls out my name. “Marcus. Oh fuck, I’m coming. Thank you, thank you. Thank you for letting your slut come,” she cries, as she grabs hold of me tightly.
The feel of her pussy milking my cock, combined with her dirty words, tips me over the edge, and my orgasm hits just as hers begins to die down.
I rock my hips into her in short shallow thrusts, but it’s just enough to have me shooting rope after rope of cum into her waiting cunt.
When I’m sure I’ve coated her walls completely, and we’ve both come down from our release, we flop onto the bed beside each other, gasping for air.
I pull Chloe against my non-injured side, feeling disappointed that my cock is no longer inside of her, but there’s a little pride at knowing I’ve left a piece of me inside her, claiming her in the most primal way.
I lean down and kiss her. It’s not frantic or needy like before, and we take our time just tasting each other, before we pull back, both with matching smiles.
“Are you okay?” she asks, trying to pull out of my arms, so she can check my side, but I don’t let her. I keep her wrapped up beside me, her head on my chest.
“I’m fine. We can check it later. Right now, I just want to enjoy this moment with you,” I tell her, feeling her smile against my chest.
After a few minutes of silence, I finally voice the thoughts that have been echoing on repeat since I watched her come on my cock.
“There’s no going back after that. You belong to me now. You’re definitely mine.”
Chloe chuckles, lifting up on her elbow so she can meet my gaze.
“Marcus, I’ve belonged to you since we were kids, you just didn’t know it.” She then pauses for a second, a sad expression crossing her face. “I just wish you belonged to me in the same way.”
“Chloe—”
I’m not entirely sure what I was about to say, but Chloe cuts me off, giving me a tight smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.
“It’s okay. I’ve wanted you for so long, I’ll take whatever I can get, no matter how temporary it might be. I know I’m putting my heart on the line here, but I need to see this through.”
I take a deep breath, warring with myself over whether I should stay quiet or show her the same level of vulnerability that she just showed me. After the amount of trust she’s given me, honesty is the least she deserves.
“You’re not the only one putting their heart on the line. I know there’s a lot of reasons why we can’t be together, but the more time I spend with you, the more I get to know the real Chloe, the easier it is for me to consider burning the whole world down, just so I can keep you.”
Her breath hitches, and she looks at me with such emotion, my heart races.
“Really?” The hope in her voice almost guts me.
I nod my head. “You’re mine now, and I will do whatever it takes to keep you.”