Marcelo was off his clothes and so was Theressa they were both fully naked, their nude look enchanting both, both charmed.
Marcelo could finally let out his long desires, he could finally bring his imagination to reality. Marcelo barely took off his gloves while fucking a woman but with Theressa it was different he wanted…No, he needed to feel her creamy warm skin under his palms, he needed to feel every inch of her, with his body, he needed her scent rubbed on him and never leave.
Marcelo went down on Theressa leaving wet kisses on her thighs, enjoying her shiver under his kisses. Her eyes shut and swollen lips parted to let out a moan. He needed to hear her more, Marcelo needed to hear Theressa scream out of pleasure, he wanted to hear the whimpers, groans, cries. The thought turned he more than anyother thing.
However, Marcelo also felt the need to be careful with Theressa. Theressa was like a doll under his tough hands, a fragile doll that could break with the slightest mistake.
His next kisses turned into biting as he took Theressa’s soft rubber flesh between his teeth sucking hard on it, leaving hickeys in her inner thighs, Theressa’s hand clutched a pillow behind her as she let out an audible moan, unable to hold it in this time.
Marcelo smirked, proud at his effect on her. Just what he wanted.
“You don’t know how beautiful you are” Marcelo confessed, between the little kisses he left close to her navel. Marcel was unable to with hold the words anymore. Theressa was an ethereal beauty even though she didn’t fit into the standard of women he loved to fuck. He couldn’t dare compare her to his standard in women, not when she’s perfect, perfect in everyday, perfect to the point Marcelo wanted to keep her pictures all around his home, all around his heart.
Theressa was too distracted by Marcelo hands playing with her pussy to give a response.
Marcelo was doing the bare minimum as his hand just fingered around her area but she was already a mess beneath him.
“You’re wet” Marcelo smirked as he pulled out a sachet from his bed side table, tearing it open and slowly sliding around his member, with tenderness Marcelo’s spread Theressa legs open.
“Relax kitten” he whispered in her ears feeling her tensed nerves under his touch.
Slowly, he made his way inside her. They both gasp as Marcelo felt how tight and warm she is inside.
Meanwhile Theressa had head bent backwards as the pain shot through her pussy.
“You’re taking me so well” Marcelo muttered as he began to move slowly careful not to hurt Theressa.
Theressa was everything he imagined at the moment, his heart bubbled with something he could not process or he refused to process. Theressa’s lip kept calling him, he never kisses his toy, he never had the urge kiss anyone of his flings but Theressa was an exception. The woman whose moans was like symphony to his ears. She was different in everyway, different and perfect in everyway.
His breath lingered across her parted lips allowing her sweet moans to escape. Marcelo’s hand found its place, where it belonged. His hand gripping her waist so tight, possessively, not wanting to let go. His thoughts wandering back to Joe. The image of Joe hands around her waist aggreviating him, his mind clouded with Theressa smiling while in that bastard hold.
He had switched positions, turning Theressa to all fours as he refused to give her a breathing break instead began to pound into her, fast, hard, hitting her spot, the spot that drives her crazy. Theressa wasn’t moaning anymore, she was screaming, screaming in pains, screaming in pleasure, her eyes watered as she was overwhelmed by Marcelo’s sudden switch.
“You let another man hold you” Marcelo said between gritted teeth, grabbing Theressa hair and pulling her backward.
Theressa was a mess, she could barely keep her eyes open.
“No” she cried out, her throat dry as she gasped for air.
Marcelo was ruining her behind, her butt cheek was so red, but not enough for Marcelo and he spanked her more.
“You seemed happy” Marcelo continued tearing Theressa open with his dick. His hand digging to her waist, wanting to remove the bastards touch.
“You loved it when he held you, did you?” Marcelo questioned, wrapping his arm around her neck, as he blocked her way from air.
Theressa’s didn’t make any move to pull his hand away, her hand was gripping the headboard.
“No” she managed to Choke out.
Tears streaming down her cheeks as Marcelo hitting her Sweet spot
The room was filled with Theresa screams, the Slurpy sound from Marcelo pounding into Theressa, the bed Squeaky Sound and Marcelo’s low grunt.
At first Theressa was all fragile to him, he feared to hurt her, but he couldn’t control himself not when the thoughts of another man holding on to her, not when she looked happy with another man, not when she gave a carefree smile that she had never shown him but felt free to display it to another man.
He wasn’t satisfied yet. His anger was still at an high level.
Marcelo was generous enough to let Theressa cum, but he knew it wasn’t going to be enough for him. The burning sensation, he could feel it within the confines of his chest.
Marcelo was jealous, he was…
Marcelo was insecure.
He felt like he won’t be enough, he can never be enough for Theressa. Thorns is all he will bring to Theressa, he would crush and destroy her. That’s what he always does.
Theressa cheerful, peaceful, genuine smile, he wanted Theressa to show him. Just him alone.
But in return, what could he give his kitten. They were both laid flat on the bed, both panting, both chest heaving up and down like they just finished from a Marathon race.
“I’m sorry” Marcelo adjusted his position laying on his side as he got a clear view of a fucked up Theressa. Bite mark all over her milky skin, her cheeks, a shade of pink, her hair everywhere.
“Bringing Joe. I was so selfish and …” she paused her voice giving out on her as she blinked, onetime, two times, three times, four times. She could blink so much with her pretty eyes with her perfectly long and full lashes. Marcelo swallowed holding the urge to kiss her he wanted to leave kisses on every part of her, her beautiful eyes, the bridge of her button nose and her lips “Fuck her lips” Marcelo’s thought was circled around her lips.
“Stupid” Theressa, muttered, her tone laced with regret.
“At least you know it” Marcelo stated, something tugged at him to keep shut, something tugged at him. Something pulled him to stop but he couldn’t stop himself.
“At least you know why we can never work out I’m doing away with the contract let this be our last meeting” Marcelo said. What he didn’t say was how much he wanted Theressa, how much for once he wanted to give out his heart. But he said no other words to Theressa as he turned away.