“Do you want to come to my house?”
Marco smiled, then nodded. He picked up my tote bag on the ground that I had forgotten even existed. He then took me by the hand, walking towards the end of the alley that I had almost reached.
I frowned in confusion. “Do you know the way to my house?”
“I know where your house is.”
“How could you…?” I then realized something. “You were spying on me?”
“For two days.” He raised his eyebrows twice.
“You seem to be really out of your mind.”
“I told you it was because of you.”
I deliberately just followed his steps. And he really did take the path to where my house should be. He still held my hand until he reached the door.
“Only up to this point. I didn’t find out the password number.”
Then I punched in the password sequence, deliberately not covering it from his sight. When it opened, I turned to him and he grinned.
I let him in first and told him to sit on the couch. “I’ll keep this inside.” I reached for my tote bag that he was still holding, but Marco held it back.
Instead, he pulled me up to sit beside him. He also threw my bag onto the single sofa. “I’ll destroy it if you leave this couch.”
I could no longer answer because Marco had kissed me again. And I was defenseless again. He pulled away and took off his coat, throwing it where my tote bag was. He then lifted me onto his lap, facing him with my thighs flanking his waist. His tongue played skillfully with mine. My hands wrapped around his neck, grabbing his hair as his kisses dropped to my neck. He tasted it teasingly. My head tilted up, savoring the sensation Marco was giving me.
His hand slips under my T-shirt, stroking my back, sending heat through my body. Then his palms crept forward, squeezing my boobs that were still encased in my bra. I let out a small sigh, squeezing his hair even tighter.
I jumped when I heard the doorbell ring. Marco growled in annoyance as I pulled away. The doorbell rang again.
I hurriedly got up from Marco’s lap, tidied myself up and opened the door.
The door opened and revealed Pedro with a big smile. There was a paper bag in each hand. I wasn’t alert enough to prevent him from barging into the house. “Bet you haven’t ….”
His words hung in the air. I closed my eyes briefly and turned around. Pedro was stunned to see Marco sitting on the sofa with his shirt unbuttoned. Wait, I swear his shirt was still closed!
“Oh, sorry, I came at the wrong time.” Pedro hurriedly turned around.
“Pedro, not ….”
“No, I’ll just leave this here. Eat up, I’ll be off.” He handed the two bags to me and left.
I couldn’t stop him any longer. I stood still for a few seconds watching him leave and then finally decided to go back. Marco greeted me with one eyebrow raised.
“He’s just my friend.” I don’t know why I explained this to him. His gaze then shifted to my two hands carrying the bag Pedro had given me earlier. “He brought me food.”
“He’s gay too?” He asked in an irritating tone.
I clucked in annoyance, then walked to the kitchen and put the food in the fridge. ” He is just a friend of mine who is worried because I’m in a bad situation due to being dumped by a guy. The guy who told me to forget about him, the guy who I can tell from his gestures that he’s really bothered by my existence. Are you done?”
I saw Marco approaching me. His open shirt further revealed his beautiful body as he walked. “You’re really driving me crazy.”
I screamed when he suddenly lifted me on his shoulders, as if kidnapping me. He just walked further into the house. “Which one is your room?”
“What?”
He growled in annoyance, then slapped my ass lightly. “You heard it well enough. This one?” he asked as he opened one of the doors.
I laughed. “That’s Kim’s room. Next door.”
He went to the door I pointed to and opened it. Without a word, he threw me onto the bed on my back. From here I could see how his body towered so high and big. He took off his shirt, then crawled onto my body.
He lifted my T-shirt over my head and took it off. Marco’s lips went straight to my bare shoulder. He kissed it, tasted it, and licked it. His tongue played there, moving down to my chest. He lifted my back, unhooked my bra and threw it on the floor.
“Tell me you don’t like your friend as a man.”
“I used to, but not anymore.”
He growled, then crushed my tit roughly. I was about to squeeze his hair, but Marco brought my hands up to my head. He held it there with both hands. I wanted to touch him.
A moan escaped my mouth when Marco bit my nipple. He gave me pain and pleasure all at once. Marco left my breasts swollen red and wet. His mouth descends to my stomach. He ran his tongue there, playing with my belly below my navel.
Marco unbuttoned my short jeans, pulling them down along with my panties. He looked at me while standing, assessing. I closed my legs and raised my knees, uncomfortable with what he was doing.
“Spread your legs.” He gyrates his waist in front of my bed. “Spread your legs if you want this to end right.”
My cheeks flushed. I slowly opened my knees. Marco’s eyes are immediately drawn to my pussy which feels so wet, so eager to be destroyed. He licked his lips and I swear my heart skipped a beat. Marco’s gaze shifted to my face. His hand reached for the button of his pants. He pulled them down to reveal his already tight briefs. I swallowed saliva as he slowly lowered the brief as well. My subconscious screamed with excitement when it saw Marco’s cock standing tall and hard.
Marco climbed back onto the bed. His head was buried between my thighs. He breathed deeply and intimately. I hoped I had cleaned it properly.
“Like the scent of a little bitch,” he commented. I smiled a little. “Are you this wet because of me?”
I bit my lip, not answering him.
“Answer if you want my tongue to touch you here. Are you this fucking wet because of me?”
“Yes.”
“What a fucking little bitch.” Marco kept his promise. He started the action. His tongue licked my femininity, teasing my clitoris violently.
I sighed loudly. My hand touched his head, hoping this time he wouldn’t resist. And I was grateful that she had no objections. His tongue swirled down there, making it wet and slick. I moaned even louder, enjoying how great Marco’s tongue playing was.
Marco crawled up. He kissed me so passionately. The scent of my own femininity wafted from his lips. “Has he ever kissed you?”
I could have lied, but I wanted to know how he would react. “Once.”
Marco gripped my jaw firmly. His kiss turned so rough. His head dropped to my breasts again. “Did he ever touch you here?” His face looked up between my breasts.
“No.”
He smiled, lightly pecked my nipple, then returned to my face. I was ready to welcome his lips, but Marco just played with my chin and cheeks.
“Then… did he ever touch you in… here?”
I screamed as Marco entered me without prompting. “No.” Marco’s cock felt so full in there.
His face was so full of joy. He started moving his waist slowly, it felt so good. I smiled in pleasure, but it didn’t last long as Marco’s movements began to accelerate. He lifted one of my legs onto his shoulder, kissing my calf while still thrusting into me repeatedly.
My boobs swayed up and down to Marco’s rhythm. I don’t know how many times I sighed, moaned, and screamed. I gripped the sheets, venting this pleasure. My body began to shake as Marco looked into my eyes. He looked so handsome, so dominant, so confident.
Heat began to run through my body. “Looks like… aahhh… I’m coming.”
Marco gripped my raised thigh. I felt his hands begin to sweat. He accelerated his movements even more.
I called his name over and over again. Until a long moan escaped me as I felt myself coming.
Marco pulled out his dick. He walked on his knees, bringing his manliness closer to my face. He used his hand to play with his own dick, going back and forth quickly. “Open your mouth!”
I obeyed him like a slave. I opened my mouth wide, waiting for what would go in there. Marco hadn’t stopped with his hand movements, but I could tell his body was starting to tremble. His moans also sounded so heavy. I was getting impatient waiting for him. Until finally I found my face splashed with his liquid. My eyes were closed with my mouth wide open. Marco guided the tip of his cock into my mouth, filling it with thick liquid.
When I was sure he was done, I opened my eyes. He was panting on top of me. His hand rubbed my chin. “Swallow it all.” And I obeyed again. I swallowed the salty liquid willingly. Marco’s thumb stroked my lips. “Good girl.”
And when his hand crept to my neck, then gripped it with interest, I could only stare at his face. I seemed to be mesmerized by whatever he did.
“Now you’re really mine.”