Chapter 13 - Marlen
She tugs my head back and boldly takes the lead as her lips move faster over mine.
The thought of letting this little kitten do whatever she wants to me spikes my blood and makes my heart race. But ultimately, I want it to be the other way around. I want to control her. I want to take her.
I let her lead for a few moments before I slide my hand up her back, along her neck, and grab a handful of her hair. My cock hardens as I yank her head back, and she gasps in surprise.
As I trace kisses over her exposed throat, I slip my other hand behind her ass, between her legs, and over her pussy.
She shivers with pleasure and arches herself harder into my touch.
I slip one finger beneath her panties and slide it over her clit. She’s soaked.
Stefania tries to move, to escape the grip I have on her, but I don’t let her.
This seems to drive her wilder, her chest heaving.
I lick my tongue down her throat, over her dress, pressing it against her nipple, and she stops breathing for a moment.
She grabs the thin straps of her dress and pulls it off her shoulders, letting it slide down around her waist and leaving her topless, beautiful, and vulnerable to my stare.
Her breasts are creamy and smooth, utterly flawless.
I suck one nipple into my mouth and let it grow harder as my tongue flicks over it. At the same time, I rub the length of my finger between her swollen pussy lips.
She’s melting into me, giving more control to me with each passing second.
My cock is throbbing, aching, pulsing against my jeans.
It’s almost painful how much I want her.
But I don’t just want my cock inside her.
I want to explore her. Savor every part of her.
I want to hear her breath quicken and those beautiful moans slip from her lips.
Releasing her hair, I wrap my hand beneath her breast and lift it into my mouth.
She runs her fingers down my chest, over the curves of my muscles, over my stomach.
My cock pulses again as she tugs at the buttons of my jeans, and it pops open.
She slides the zip down, releasing the pressure against my shaft. But quickly replacing it with the pressure of her fingers as she brushes them up the bottom of my cock, while the upper side is pressed against my stomach, wedged between us.
The instance of her touch sends currents through me that I’ve never felt before. Her delicate fingertips seem to have a power of their own as they press against the throbbing vein pulsing over the base of my cock.
I look at her, wondering what powers she has to make me feel this incredible.
Her lips lock with mine again, and there is nothing in the world but her and me.
She lifts her ass, kneeling over me, encouraging me to pull my jeans further down so she can sit on my cock. But instead, I lift her further, pushing her legs over my shoulders and wrapping her thighs around my face.
She yelps in fright, nervously grabbing my arms for balance, but I would never let her fall.
And when I wrap my mouth over her soaked pussy and lick her from top to bottom, the silent shudder from her tells me everything I need to know. Her entire body relaxes, and she lets me hold her, realizing she’s safe in my hands.
With my hands wrapped around her ass, I push her pussy harder against my face, thrusting my tongue inside her as I move my face left and right, rubbing my mouth over.
She moans and gasps as I pull my tongue out and push it in again, weakened by her sweetness.
I lick her for ages, teasing and fucking her with my mouth. Playing with her clit, sucking it between my lips, and then pressing my tongue hard against it, writing letters over it.
While I lick her, I hold her firmly with one hand while I tug my jeans all the way open and push them down enough to free my cock.
When I’m ready, too desperate to wait another second, I slide her backward, her ankles still on my shoulders, but her body folded against me.
I drop her back onto my lap, right onto my cock.
Her pussy slides over me like a cock sleeve.
She cries out, suddenly filled up and stretched out, her eyes wide with the shock of it.
I grab her hips and push her harder onto me, thrusting upward to be deeper inside her.
She’s my little plaything. My toy, trapped against me, unable to move unless I control it.
Stef fights for a breath of air as her pussy throbs and shivers over my shaft.
Slowly, I lift her and hold her, hovering above me, before I start to fuck her.
Each thrust of my hip lifts my cock into her. Each movement jolts her. Holding her hips, I begin to pull her back and forth in time to my thrusts, and her pussy slides over the full length of my cock. Every inch of me.
I can’t bear the pleasure of it. It’s more intense than I’ve ever felt. It’s more incredible than any experience I’ve ever had.
Stef is gapping and moaning loudly, not caring where we are or if anyone might hear us.
Her moans echo over the ocean, and as the boat dips and sways, it only adds to our pleasure.
I begin to move faster, fucking her harder, shoving myself into her with more force. I want more. I want to own her. I stand up, lifting her with me and laying her in the same position on her back on the couches. Pinning her down, I am able to fuck even harder now.
I grab her thighs and pull them apart, freeing her ankles from my shoulders. Her fingers dig into the pillows around her, and my fingers dig into the soft flesh of her thighs as I watch my cock plunge deep inside her. The sight makes me weak.
Her pussy lips spread open when I slide in and pull back over my cock when I slide out.
My cock hardens even more. Her legs begin to shake.
I lean over her, wrapping my hand behind her head and pulling her face toward mine. “Look at me while I fuck your perfect little pussy, girl,” I growl.
Her lips part, and her pupils dilate with pleasure.
Her entire body is suddenly rigid. Pulsing. Muscles twitching as her orgasm swells through her, wave after wave. The beautiful sight of her undoing is too much for me, and I explode into her. Hot come pours from my cock as I groan in the pure bliss of release.
***
It’s been two days since we returned from the island, and her words are still bothering me. I brushed them off easily when she brought it up, but the truth is, I can’t get them out of my thoughts. What if Bardil made a mistake?
When it all happened, I looked into it, but only briefly because Bardil told me what I needed to know. There was no reason to doubt him. But what if I was wrong not to investigate? Bardil has made mistakes in the past; is it possible he made one this time?
Yes. The answer is yes. It’s always possible that someone made a mistake.
Finally, plagued by that open possibility, I restart my investigation. This time with an open mind and no bias toward my brother. Stefania is so convinced that her family wouldn’t do such a thing, it warrants consideration from me.
I spend all afternoon poring over my task, but at the end of the day, my brother comes up clean.
I could leave it there and say I’ve done my part, but something doesn’t feel right anymore.
Maybe I didn’t have all of the information. Maybe Bardil lied to cover parts of the story up.
I can’t let it go.
It’s that seed of doubt that’s been planted, but without any evidence to support it, I don’t know what else to do.
Picking up my phone, I dial Bardil.
“Hi, Marlen, how are things going?” he asks.
“It’s going good. I wanted to get an update on the wild goose chase you sent her family on. Are they still clueless that we’re involved?” I ask.
“Totally, I switched it up last week and planted a bunch of evidence pointing to the Ivanov family,” he says smugly.
“The Ivanov family? Why? We only spoke about leading them to the North West, to no specific family, and especially not to a smaller group like the Ivanovs.”
“What difference does it make?” he snaps, annoyed that I’m not pleased with him.
“Are you serious? The North West families are monsters. And when you directed the leads in that direction, it wasn’t targeting anyone’s family in particular.
It was meant to be a bunch of dead ends.
The chances of it escalating into violence were practically zero.
However, they are disgusting people in those territories, and if the Abashins did end up attacking them, it would be a service to this world to be rid of them.
The Ivanov family, on the other hand, has done nothing wrong.
Targeting them like that is such a cheap shot.
I don’t play that way, Bardil, and you know it,” I growl.
“They won’t even be able to defend themselves. So they wouldn’t have time to deny anything,” Bardil complains. “It’s a brilliant scapegoat.”
“I don’t want a scapegoat. That’s not the point of this whole thing.” My temper is growing.
“I don’t get it. They’re our enemies,” he argues.
Shaking my head, I press my fingers against my temple.
My brother is clueless. He doesn’t get it.
The Ivanov family is our enemy, but they are respectful and keep their distance.
We don’t see eye to eye, but we also don’t mess with each other.
If I send another family after them for no reason, it will be a betrayal of our unspoken agreement to leave each other alone.
It’s not right. It’s not fair to them. And they don’t have the power to defend themselves. They would be taken out easily.
“Put an end to this immediately, Bardil,” I snap, deciding it’s pointless to try and explain this to him. All I need at this point are solutions, nothing else.
“Marlen…”
“Put. An. End. To. It. Bardil.” I snap each word with force, leaving no room for him to argue again.
“Why do you care so much about our enemies? What’s gotten into you?” he huffs like a child, scolded and embarrassed.
“Nothing’s gotten into me. Our family acts with honor in a world that severely lacks it. I won’t bend my morals for any reason.”
Bardil takes a deep breath on the other side of the line and slowly releases it.
“Fine, I’ll call it off. I’ll fix it,” he reluctantly agrees.
“Call me when it’s done. And do it now.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m doing it now.”
Bardil hangs up the phone, and I clench my jaw. Sometimes I don’t understand him. I don’t get his way of thinking. My brother has a lot to learn about the right way to do things.