by Cathy Johns
I whimper and moan, crying for release but he doesn’t give it to me. He just teases me, taking me higher and higher with every swipe of his tongue. I fist the blanket the minute I feel his fingers parting my folds and his tongue starts all over again, licking me slowly, I can feel every swipe as he drags it up and down along my length then swirl his tongue on my hardened clit. He does this over and over, keeping me on the edge until I can’t take it and when I feel like I can’t take it anymore, he thrusts one finger inside me and his lips wrap around my clit and suck on it gently and I detonate like a grenade.
I cry and scream as I come hard, not caring who can hear me because, at this point, I wouldn’t care if I lost my voice. My orgasm tears me apart, my whole body trembles as Marcus continues thrusting his fingers into me with his mouth still on me. I don’t know how long it goes on, but when he withdraws his finger and I feel his tongue swirl around my clit, I’m a mess.
I think I’ve died and gone to heaven, if heaven even feels like this. I can’t even move my limbs and my heart is pounding hard as I try to catch my breath, still coming down from my high.
My body is still trembling from the aftershock of my orgasm. I open my eyes when I don’t feel him on top of me, only to find him kneeling between my parted legs. When he removed his clothes I’ll never know because he’s naked in all his glory. His hair is a mess with all the tugging I’ve been doing to it, his golden tan tattooed body looking edible. I don’t remember him having some of the tattoos, but I can always come back to that later because right now, Marcus looks like some Greek god from the cover of a magazine. God, some men should not allowed to look this beautiful because they are sin itself and how badly I want to commit sin with this handsome man of mine.
And there’s no doubt that he’s mine.
All mine.
I take in his face, his chiseled jaw, thinking of how his stubble felt between my thighs a few minutes ago tickling me. My eyes trail a bit down taking in his built-up body. I don’t remember him looking like this, but I’ve got to admit that I’ll be licking every inch of his body, especially the well-defined abs as I trail my tongue down that dark hairy line that leads to the one place that is now dripping like a faucet, pointing at me with that shiny Prince Albert as it bobs up and down.
I lick my lips before trailing my eyes up to look at the owner of the cock that I so desperately want filling me. I meet his eyes and a sinful smile spreads across his face.
Oh, boy. I’m in so much trouble.
He reaches between my legs and drags his finger between my folds before sucking the digit clean. He does it again but this time he makes sure to thrust the finger inside my pussy then licking my arousal from his finger. He groans, closing his eyes briefly and when he snaps them open again his eyes are full of hunger and a clear sign that he’s done playing because he leans in and kisses me, letting me taste myself on his mouth before pulling back and aligning himself with my opening.
He drags his cock between my folds teasing me as he goes. I whimper loudly. “You better stop teasing me, Marcus,” I warn.
He chuckles but doesn’t stop his sweet torture. “What happened to patience, Shae?” he asks, his voice full of humor. His thumb rubs against my clit before pulling back the hood.
“Not after… Fuck,” I moan, my eyes closing on their own free will when his mushroom head teases my clit, swirling around my sensitive bud and sending shivers all over my body.
“I want to fuck you soft and slow but then again I want it hard and fast until you come undone, but right now…” he lets his words hang for a moment. “Open those eyes, mi alma.” He commands. I snap my eyes open and look at him. “Perfect.” He rumbles. “As I was saying… It’s been such a long time since I had you, beautiful, and I can’t promise I’m going to be gentle because I won’t. I want it hard and fast, a reminder that you’re here with me then when we both come, I’ll take you nice and slow. I’ll make you feel everything. And I mean everything.”
“Fuck me, Marcus,” I cry, and he does. Hard and fast.
He thrusts inside me in one swift move and I’m so full. It’s a bit painful but it’s understandable given the last time I was with a man, which so happens to be the same man I’m with now. The way he stretches me and his piercing pressing my womb has me unable to think.
This is so good to be true. Finally.
“You need to move,” I say once I’ve adjusted to his size.
He thrusts all the way out but leaves the tip of his head inside before pounding inside me hard, making me arch from the ground. He does it again, hard and fast and with every thrust, I find myself wanting more, wanting to get closer to him.
“Please…” I beg, not sure for what but like he can read my body, he pulls me closer to him lifting my lower body off the ground, so my ass is sitting on his thighs and my upper body is on the ground. The move makes him slide deeper inside me, hitting me everywhere, as his pounding gets aggressive. He digs his fingers into my hips but who cares about the pain when you’re being transported to cloud nine, not a care in the world of how hard you’re going to fall when the tide becomes overwhelming.
I moan, he groans. I whimper, he moans. I curse he, fucks me harder. And when I beg for release, he rolls his hips and pinches my clit and I scream his name, my pussy clenching tightly around his cock and he comes shortly after, shooting his warm load inside me. I’m a trembling mess and I can only thank his tight grip on my body is keeping me from floating away. He keeps thrusting in me, slow this time as he starts picking up his pace, never letting me go or giving me time to calm down from my high.
“Now, I’m going to make love to you, mi alma. I want, no, not want. I need you, I need to feel every part of you that I so foolishly walked away from and I need you to take everything that I’m giving you because starting today, I give you me, baby. All of me. Withholding nothing.” He says, his eyes never leaving mine, allowing me to see him, see the love he has towards me through his eyes. And my heart squeezes inside my chest. I love this man. I’ve been in love with him from the time I laid my eyes on him and even that day he kissed me in that elevator, I was already his.
He owned me.
He owns me.
He’s my soul.
I cup his face between my hands when he leans in, supporting his body on his elbows. My nipples press against his chest and I love the contact there. I pull him down for a kiss then rub my thumbs against his cheeks. “I love you.” The words leave my mouth, carrying all the love that I feel towards this man. “I’ve always been in love with you, Marcus. Hell, I think I fell for you when I first laid my eyes on you.” I chuckle, pulling him in for another slow kiss. “I love you, always have, always will,” I whisper the last words, fighting the happy tears that are blinding my vision.
He wipes away the tears with his thumbs, his eyes trained on mine. “I love you, always have, always will till the day I’ll take my last breath and I’ll love you even after death, baby, because you’re mi alma.” I’m his soul and he’s mine.
At this point, I don’t have any more words but just action, so I kiss him, slow and deep because how can I not love this man. He’s all I’ve ever wanted. All that I’ll ever need to make me whole.
“Make love to me,” I whisper, between our lips.
“Slow and soft,” He murmurs, and I nod my head.
I feel him pull all the way out. I want to protest but the way he looks at me as I lay beneath him, his big, thick cock throbbing against my clit tells me I’m in for one hell of a slow ride.
“Are you ready for me, baby?” he asks, pressing his cock on my clit, his slippery head slipping between my folds teasing my entrance. There, oh, God… that feels so good. I think to myself my head falling back as a soft moan escapes my mouth.
“Marcus…” I can’t form another word, the minute his cock slips an inch inside me and I arch my back. The way he stretches me, his cock rubbing against that sweet spot on my entrance has me unable to think,
just feel.
He takes me slowly, his shaft grazing all those delicious parts inside me. He makes me feel every inch of him as he thrusts and withdraws from my body. I try to hold onto anything that my hands can reach because this, what he’s making me feel, is powerful, tremendous, extreme, and so intense.
It’s indescribable.
Mind-blowing.
“Just feel, baby. Wrap your legs around me and move with me,” he whispers against my neck, his stubble tickling me, but I do as he says. The position makes him drive deeper inside me as he puts most of his weight on one elbow and the other hand goes to support my back where he helps me lift, meeting him on every thrust and there he goes, he’s hitting my sweet spot with every thrust and my head falls back, my eyes rolling at the back on my head and I come hard, so hard that I’m afraid I’ll never stop coming from how hard my orgasm comes, tearing me apart. I scream his name and he curses under his breath, but I don’t care to listen what he says because he keeps taking me higher, making my orgasm so intense that when he comes, I end up coming again. Both of us breathless with me being unable to think, just feel and I smile because that’s all he asked me to do.
JUST FEEL.
When we come down from our high, he rolls to his side and pulls me against him so we’re facing each other. I rub my nose against his and that smile of his makes my heart skip a beat. I’ll never tire of seeing that smile on his handsome face and whatever it takes, we’ll make this work.
I rest my head on his chest, listening to his strong heart as it makes this rhythm only mine can understand and I close my eyes inhaling softly. I know we’re both naked in the middle of a field, but I lay there knowing we’re safe since this is his place… but the lilies?
“Why the lilies?” I ask him, and I hear him inhale deeply than that deep voice of his answers me.
“Because they reminded me of you, the way you’d smile every time I bought you lilies. To you, it didn’t matter the color as long as they were lilies and I wanted something that would always remind me of you.” He says.
“What about now?” I ask.
He moves so fast, pinning me to the ground and I love being beneath him, his weight crushing on me a little. “Now, now I have you, you’ve got me and a field full of lilies,” he says before landing a soft kiss on my lips. “I love you.” I don’t think I’ll ever tire of hearing those three words coming out of his mouth.
“I love you, too.” I pull him down and we get lost in our kiss as he takes me again and again. And I don’t keep count of how many times he does because being with him, making it up to me… well, I guess that’s all a girl can ask for.
A lifetime of makeup sex.
Epilogue
Marcus
Two Years Later
It didn't matter how farther away I ran from her, or how deep I hurt her cause no matter the distance or circumstance that surrounded us, fate brought us back together. Our destiny had already been aligned by forces greater than us.
Have I kept my word on the groveling part? You can bet I have, and it’s been out of this world groveling I've ever experienced. Do I regret ever hurting her? Not a day goes by I don't want to turn back the hands of time and wipe away the pain I caused her all those years.
Now I'm a happy man, taking every day as it comes, looking up to spending more time with my wife. Planning the rest of our lives together. Loving her like it’s the last time I'll ever be able to spend with her. Enjoying every minute we spend together, and that's why, as I wrap my arm around her small body that's cuddled up against mine on the makeshift bed I made for her on our backyard, my hand on her swollen belly as she soaks in the morning sun, realization seeps in and a smile tugs on my face because I hold my world in my hands.
This is what every man should crave for.
This is what I crave for.
This was our fate.
The End
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Beautiful Allure, (A Beautiful Kind of Series, Book 1)
Cathy Johns
Copyright © 2018 by Cathy Johns
Chapter One
Hope
“That was awesome,” Molly says, trying to wrap her arms around the five of us.
Awesome? There’s nothing awesome about how I dance. This is work, I think to myself.
“What?” I ask the minute Molly sees my facial expression.
“What do you mean what?” she lifts my chin with her index finger. “God, you dance like you’ve been doing this your whole life.” I’m not good at taking compliments so I try to push away from her arms, forcing her to drop the finger on my chin.
Molly is our dance choreographer at the club. Her job entails teaching us the art of dancing, what our bodies are capable of when allowed to follow the beat, and despite it all, she's a friend you can't afford to lose. She'll always have your back, and she's the best thing to ever happen in my life.
She understands where I’m coming from and yes, she has seen me through some tough times. Tough times I would like to forget but you can’t always hide away from life. It sucks. It fucks you left, right, and center and still expects you to pick yourself up from where it tossed you at.
Working as a stripper is not my forte, but I guess it’s better than having to sleep around with multiple strangers just to make ends meet.
A year ago, I would have told someone they'd lost their damn mind by introducing me to such a place. But now, life is not how I envisioned it to be. I wanted to finish my studies, graduate, get a good job that would allow me the privilege to travel the world but that's just a dream now. A dream that will never transpire. And now, I’m a stripper who takes off her clothes to make a living.
And even with a degree in Journalism, it’s inadequate if you can’t find a job that would cater for your needs. I hustle two jobs. Being a receptionist at a law firm and working at 'Magic Well'. Don’t ask me why they call it that but just like the club's name; the place is a money well. The patrons who visit the club are men and women who talk and others listen. They hold power, and I guess my boss was wise enough to turn this place into a member’s only club.
I laugh when I think of money and the things it will make you do just to make ends meet. None of my colleagues at the law firm know about my clandestine activity.
I never thought life would toss me around the way it has since my mother fell ill. She needs me now more than ever, as does my brother Michael. He’s the reason for my living. The reason I bust my ass off so he can have a good life and better education, better than I ever had.
He's my baby and for the last five years he’s been calling me his mama. A name I love and a reminder every day I’m doing what I do for him.
Nineteen years, that’s how old I was when my mother told me she was pregnant. And too much information when she told me she forgot to take her pills. I never knew she was seeing someone, never got to meet him because I was in school. She said she was in love, in love with someone who shattered her life. I was over the moon having an additional member to our family and I didn’t pay attention to what was becoming of my mother once my brother entered this world.
A silhouette of her old self.
“Girl, you dance like you own the damn fucking stage.” I hear Molly say, snapping me out of my reverie as she hands me a set of nude lingerie. I look at the outfit and then Molly. How in the hell does she expect me to wear this? I prefer the other colors, but this one, it leaves nothing to the imagination.
“Molly,” I tap on her shoulder before she walks away from me. “I can’t wear this tonight.” Her look is expressionless and before I can ponder on it, she says.
“Hope, you know how things work around here. My job is to see you give the best performance out there and when I choose an outfit, not just for you, but also for the others,” she says pointing her index finger to the rest of the girls, “It means I’ve alrea
dy pictured you in it. This…” she utters, grazing her fingers on the material. “Trust me; you’ll look good in it tonight.”
I sigh, nodding my head. “Okay.”
I’m here for the money. It's my moral obligation to put my family first and Mama needs to stay in the dark regarding what I do for a living, not like she’d remember any of it even if I was to come clean with her. Things changed after my brother turned a few months old and Mama had her first withdrawal. At first, I thought she was suffering from postpartum depression and would come around but when she didn’t, I took it upon myself to take her to see a doctor.
She’s been under medication since then but her condition keeps deteriorating, and it breaks my heart to know half the time she doesn’t recognize me. Alzheimer’s. That’s what the doctors said after being in the dark for far too long.
Five years and the woman I call my mother thinks I'm a stranger to her.
I fight the tears threatening to cause havoc and force a smile. A smile I know never reaches my eyes but when I’m out there dancing, strip teasing, I’m a different person. I let go of everything, I forget the pain and become something else; a butterfly, just like my stage name.
“Good,” Molly smiles. “Today will be a good day, Hope. Just do what you’ve been doing and let it rain like hell,” she teases. ‘Let it rain’ is a term Molly uses when she’s talking about a busy night and every person out there is busy doing what they love, and the money keeps raining on us.
“We’ll make it rain, baby.” I wink at her. I’m grateful she took me in when I didn’t know where to start and made certain I stayed out of trouble.
Trouble!
A small chuckle escapes my mouth. I’m always in trouble every time I step on that stage. And it always doesn't matter if I'm having a private show or a lap dance.