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“I’m sorry. I know that I seem to be all over the place, but...I just had to say one last thing. Someone asked me a few days ago what I would say to you if I ever saw you again. What one thing would I want you to know. That’s what it would be. That I love you.”
His nostrils flare, and he grips my waist bunching my silk gown in his hand. Marco dips his head, hungrily claiming my lips with his own. He does what he always does when I don’t open my mouth; bites my bottom lip until I feel the saltiness of blood there.
Marco licks it away, and I open my eyes. His tongue invades any barrier that I seek to impose with my teeth. He sweeps around my mouth and then sucks on my tongue.
My hand flies up to his face, loving the soft feel of his facial hair against my palm and my fingers. Marco presses his forehead against mine, breathing heavily as he walks me backward until I feel the wall pressing against my back.
He angrily claims my mouth this time before he pulls back and drops to his knees.
He slides my panties to the side and presses his nose and then his lips against my pussy lips. I thought I’d never have my pussy eaten this well again. Marco is a professional at what he does, and I love his lips on me.
His slurps, licks, and bites are greedy, and he’s like a hysterical man between my legs. I know not to stop him when he’s like this because he can become brutal when you get between him and pussy eating.
I arch my back from the wall with my hips jerking forward, feeding him how I know he likes. I don’t withhold anything from him, and when he’s finally finished, I need a damn wheelchair. He’s taken everything that I had. Hell, when he finishes fucking me, I’ll need a gurney to make it out of this bitch!
Marco stands, grabs my leg, and hefts it up until my leg is draped over his arm. My gown which I’ve been so careful with all this time will surely get wrinkled.
No matter what I’ve decided to do today, I know I’m wrong. I don’t give a fuck. When it comes to Marco, I don’t ever have it in me to give a fuck about anything else including his wife who I know is somewhere waiting for him.
The rustling of my dress subsides when I hear his zipper slip down, and then he wrestles with my dress some more. He hands me a condom.
“Here,” he says.
I take it, ripping it open with my teeth, and then we manage to cover him. When Marco slides inside, stretching me to capacity and taking full possession of my body, I feel like I’ve found my way back home.
For several years, I’ve been wandering around this world with no clear destination for my journey. From the day he walked out of my life, I was lost and pretending that I was living. In fact, I was simply existing.
This right here, connected to Marco this way? This is living.
“Ahhh!” I breathe loudly as he thrusts hard and heavy up into me, causing me to be shoved further up the wall.
He maneuvers slightly to grab my other leg and pushes it aside. He growls, and then I hear a ripping sound.
“Marco!” I gasp. “Did you just fucking rip my dress?”
“No. Panties. In the way,” he grunts as he continues thrusting.
Relief flows through me, and I gyrate as much as possible in this position while he has his way with me. If even a quarter of my guests knew what I was in here doing, they’d be shocked out of their fucking shoes. Too bad my girls wouldn’t be. Most of them know how I am when it comes to Marco.
Though they don’t know him, they know how I feel about him. They’ve also heard accounts from Rashida about how I was with him. So no, they wouldn’t be too surprised.
“You’re killing me, Piper,” he grunts in my ear.
“No more than you’re killing me, Marco. I...I feel like I’m in the middle of a cruel, beautiful dream,” I gasp when he shoves himself deeper into me.
He licks my neck, scooping my collar down to force one of my tits up. His mouth clasps around it, and he sucks greedily until it almost becomes painful.
That was always Marco, blurring the lines of pain and pleasure as only he can.
“He’ll never fuck you like I do,” he promises.
“I know, Marco. I know,” I moan, my hands running across the planes of his face before I press my lips to his again.
Pressing his lips to my neck, he begins sucking. I know that he doesn’t give a fuck, but am I really going to go back out there and face that man with Marco’s mark on me?
We never did this in the past, so I know that he’s doing this to fuck with Kenneth. If my guests saw it, they’d assume that Kenneth put it there, but my mom would know and so would Rashida.
Most importantly, Kenneth would know. That devious smile I always wore when I was with Marco in the past makes its presence known now. I don’t stop Marco. Instead, I go harder with my gyrations as his pumps grow more aggressive and his sucking grows harder.
