3. Baby…Please #2
I would have been afraid except for the fact that Mark was smirking.
While there was a hint of sincerity in his voice, I could tell he was going to use this opportunity to take things between us to the next level.
I inhaled sharply. Why couldn’t I shake him?
Why did I keep coming back for more when I already knew how complicated things had become?
Whatever the answer was, I couldn’t resist an evening with Mark. He knew how to please me and it was hard to say no to his rock hard ten inches of perfect man meat.
“How are you going to punish me?” I teased, adding fuel to the fire.
“I guess you’ll just have to see. Come upstairs Lola.”
I followed him upstairs with excitement.
I could feel heat building up between my thighs as I followed him upstairs.
Mark wanted me badly. And he wanted answers.
Answers I wasn’t ready to give him. Once we were upstairs, Mark turned me around to face him.
He gripped my waist and pulled me close to him.
I could feel desire welling in my chest. I craved Mark’s touch.
“Kiss me,” I whispered.
Mark planted his lips on mine. I felt stirring within my chest and intense desire building within me.
“Kiss me again,” I whispered.
Mark obliged and planted his lips on my own. I wrapped my arms around him and began to stroke his hair. Mark kissed me again. He picked me up and tossed me back onto the bed. Mark took my clothes off again. I felt my body responding to his touch as his hands roved over my body.
I lay before him naked, ready for him to plunge his hardness into me. Mark spread my legs and climbed between my legs. I heaved, waiting for him to press his tongue between my pussy lips. He began to kiss my thighs. Each kiss sent electricity surging through my veins.
I moaned loudly as Mark pressed his tongue between my legs. Earlier he had taken me forcefully but now he was careful to be gentle.
“Don’t squirm,” He grunted.
I tried to stay still as his tongue began to stroke my pussy with long, broad strokes. I whimpered as he began to focus his attention on my clit. Mark’s tongue was firm but gentle. With each stroke, I felt he was lavishing affection on the hardened nub between my legs.
“Mmm,” I moaned.
“Yes,” He groaned, “Feel it. Enjoy it babe.”
I clutched the bed sheets as Mark began to lap at my wetness even more furiously. I moaned and began to writhe beneath him. This time, Mark pressed my thighs into the bed. I was trapped by his strong, thick muscles and he was lapping furiously at my slit as I writhed beneath him.
I gasped for breath as I felt jolts of euphoria traveling up my spine. It was getting harder to breathe and I could feel the heat of a strong climax building up between my thighs. My limbs began to tremble against their will and I started to scream and cry out.
“Yes! Yes!” I moaned.
My moans of encouragement as I climaxed push Mark to wrap his lips around my clit and suck on my pearl.
My legs were slick and moisture gushed out of my pussy as I reached a final, incredible climax.
I cried out again and Mark pulled his head away from my wetness.
My thighs and his lips were both covered in my juices.
As he always did, he brought his lips up to mine and made me taste myself. His hot, eager body pressed on top of me and I could feel his hardness standing at attention once again.
Mark rolled a condom onto his hardness and started kissing me again.
I could feel his tool pulsating heat against my thigh.
As his lips touched mine, I felt as if I were melting into the bed.
I couldn’t get enough of him. As much as I knew this was a bad idea, I couldn’t stop myself from succumbing to his touch.
Plus, he felt so good lying on top of me.
With each breath, Mark’s dense, rock hard muscles pressed into my soft flesh.
I looked into his gorgeous eyes and touched his coarse, sexy hair.
Mark lined his cock up with my entrance and I took deep breaths, preparing myself to accommodate the size of his powerful member.
“Relax,” He whispered.
I exhaled loudly and spread my legs wide in preparation for entry.
Mark’s dick started to stretch my entrance and I gripped his back tightly.
His strong, musky scent filtered into my nostrils and even more moisture pooled at my wetness.
He began to slide his ten inches into me inch by inch.
My pussy felt a mixture of pain and pleasure as his hardness began to take me.
Mark’s large dick always felt like a very pleasant surprise. I moaned as his full-length was inserted deep inside me. I gripped his back as he began to plunge in and out of my wetness. I started to rub my clit with each stroke and I began to moan and moan as his ten inches started to pound me.
With each stroke of his cock, Mark brought me closer to climax and started to shake the bed we were lying in. I gasped for breath and moaned with each stroke. Mark’s muscles were perfectly tense as he pounded me. His face was twisted in pleasure as he grunted and pounded me nice and hard.
Mark loved doing it hard and fast. I knew that even if he’d cum earlier, he was close to the edge.
“Yes baby,” I moaned, “Cum for me baby…”
Before he could cum, I reached my own climax.
I cried out loudly as my pussy clamped around his cock and sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout every inch of my skin.
Mark pressed his lips to mine as he thrust into me furiously.
I could sense he was close. I dug my nails into his ass cheeks and pulled him deeper inside me.
He pulled away from me and grunted one last time as he came.
I could feel his thick ropey cock twitching inside of me as he reached a glorious climax.
A few drops of the sweat on Mark’s brow fell onto my skin.
We were euphoric from the force of our orgasms. I couldn’t help but feel like I was high off of his scent and high off of his touch. He kissed me and then pulled out of me.
I was still light-headed, unable to move from bed. This had been amazing. Even if I had no clue what to make of it, the sex had been fantastic.
Mark got out of bed quickly. I watched as he reached into his pants for a box of cigarettes.
He went onto the balcony that was just outside my bedroom and he lit up.
I watched him from bed for a moment. His back was hot with perfectly toned muscles.
But smoking. That wasn’t like Mark. When I’d met him, he’d been one decade tobacco free.
I couldn’t let this slide. For the first time, I wondered if I wasn’t the only thing stressing him out.
And then I wondered if perhaps I was the most stable part of Mark’s life.
I threw one of my white sheets around my body and joined him on the balcony.
He said nothing as I leaned against the railing with him.
He was staring out at the view, his eyes focused on a point in the distance.
He kept smoking, not saying a word as I rested my hand on his arm.
I looked into Mark’s eyes, wondering if he’d betray any answers without me probing.
I should have known that he was the type to hold his cards close to the chest. People like Mark — and thusly, people like me — tended not to be forthcoming with our problems. We’d been hurt too much in the past.
“Mark?” I started.
He looked at me and then said, “Sorry. Didn’t want to smoke inside.”
“You don’t smoke,” I reminded him — as if there were any way he could have forgotten.
Mark laughed, “I haven’t in a long, long time.”
He paused for a moment and then mumbled, “But damn it feels good.”
I hated the smell of tobacco but I could tell Mark had something else on his mind. I didn’t know if I should say anything so I let him smoke a little more. He seemed to be enjoying each breath; he was conscientious enough to exhale away from me.
“Mark,” I asked gently, “Is something else going on? Besides… me.”
Mark nodded, “You could say that.”
I wasn’t sure if he wanted to talk about it. He said nothing for a while and finished his cigarette. I kept watch of his sharp angular features, the way his eyes pierced the horizon and his uncomfortable body language.
“If I talk to you about this, I’ll feel like a piece of shit,” Mark said.
“Why?”
“‘Cause it’s my personal life. And my personal life is a goddamned shit show.”
I had my doubts that his personal life could be that bad. I knew Mark was a good father. I knew he was divorced and that he didn’t get along with his wife. But that was about it. I hardly believed that qualified enough to make it a “shit show”.
“Well I’m sure it’s not that bad.”
Mark chuckled, “You know about my ex-wife right, Rose?”
“We all have an ex we hate talking about.”
Mark nodded, “Hating to talk about it doesn’t do it justice. And let’s just say that Rose is making it hellish for me to see the kids right now.”
“Preston and Poppy?” I asked.
He nodded.
“Yeah. Preston and Poppy.”
“I met them at the park.”
I thought about that time at the park when I’d met Mark’s kids. I’d almost told him the truth about the fact that I was carrying his child but I’d stopped myself just in the nick of time. He turned towards me with a quizzical look as if he remembered how weirdly I’d behaved that day.
I tried to keep him focused on what he was about to tell me. I had to admit I’d experienced my fair share of curiosity over Rose. I knew she’d put Mark through hell but the details were hazy.
Mark sighed, “Rose doesn’t like me having my own life. She knows all about the women I’m seeing and she’s been threatening me with another drawn out custody battle.”
“Can she do that?”
Mark scoffed, “Rose is a liar. I know most times the guy is the one who’s all fucked up right but Rose is something else. She’s been threatening me with all kinds of lies. I don’t know what to do. I just want my kids.”
“Lies?”
Mark nodded, “I can’t even say some of that stuff out loud.”
“But you think she’d hurt your kids like that?”