by Meg Ripley
“Just how experienced are you, Sweetheart?” he inquired huskily, dragging his tongue along the edge of her ear.
“What do you mean,” she replied, breathlessly.
He slowly removed his fingers from her pussy and let one finger trail along her slit to her rosebud ass hole. “Has anyone ever fucked you here?”
Emma shot forward, moving away from his fingers quickly. Not once had she ever been touched there. Adam had never been interested in exploring other avenues of sex, and she really wasn't sure what to think of it right now. Marco chuckled softly, but didn't press the matter...yet.
He caught Emma beneath the arms, spun her around and pulled her against him hard as his mouth came down on hers once again. His kiss banished any worries from Emma's mind and within moments, she was on fire once again. His cock pressed against her stomach and she reached down to sheath it within her hand. His cock was harder than anything she'd ever felt, but so smooth to the touch. She remembered the feel of him in her mouth and suddenly craved it once again. She began a trail of kisses down Marco's neck, over his muscled chest and abs and down to the object of her desire. She licked along the length of his shaft and back up to the head before taking him in her mouth. She sucked him slow at first, enjoying the smooth feel of him, and then started to increase her speed.
Marco laced his fingers at the back of Emma's head to still her movements. He began fucking her mouth, thrusting forward until he reached the back of her throat. God, she looked hot, naked on her knees with his cock filling her mouth. He continued until he couldn't take any more. He wasn't ready to cum yet, so he withdrew his dick from her mouth and rubbed the head against her lips. She looked up at him then, and the fire in her eyes told him she was wild with arousal. He knew that now was the time to introduce her to something new...but he had to proceed gently.
He laid down on the deck. “I want you to climb on top of me and straddle my face,” he instructed; she followed his command without thought. The moment she was on top, she swooped down to wrap her lips around his cock. He spread her folds, shoving a thick finger inside her. He moved in and out slowly, saturating his finger with her wetness and then removing it, trailing it along her slit once again. He lightly traced circles around the entrance to her ass; Emma was so caught up pleasuring Marco that she didn't notice at first. He then quickly slid a finger inside, penetrating her ass just slightly. Marco remained still for a moment as she began to resist. “Emma, you have no idea how amazing this will feel. Just trust me.” And with that, he slid his finger all the way inside her ass. Emma felt naughty pleasure course through her; she wanted to resist, and yet Marco's finger felt so good that she couldn't convince her body to follow her command. He withdrew his finger slowly only to slide it back in once again. He picked up his pace, fucking her tight ass with his finger as her head bobbed up and down on his cock. He reached around to rub her clit with his free hand, while his finger continued to plunge in and out of her.
She had relaxed completely, and now it was time to move on to his goal. Marco withdrew his finger and whispered, “Now I want you on your hands and knees.” She complied without hesitation, her mind too full of unbridled pleasure to question his intent. He knelt behind her and slowly plunged his thick length into her pussy, soaking it with her wetness. He then withdrew, lining his cock up with her ass, but Emma shot forward once again. Marco caught her hips and pulled her back in place gently. “Emma, I want to be the first man to fuck you here. I could tell that you liked the feeling of my finger in your ass; my cock will feel even better--I promise.”
As much as her sensible side screamed to resist, something inside her refused to allow her body to move. It held her in place as he lined his cock up with her ass once again, rendering her immobile as he pushed forward, penetrating her ass with the tip. He stayed still for a moment and soothed her gently, kissing along her spine, “Try to relax, Sweetheart. This is going to feel incredible.” Emma took a few deep breaths and willed her body to relax. Marco slowly slid his cock further until he was completely inside her. He withdrew slowly and thrust back inside. He continued at this pace until he could see Emma's body begin to respond, pressing backward to meet each thrust. It was his cue; he began to thrust faster and faster, and she met every thrust, forcing his cock deep in her ass as his balls slapped against her pussy. He reached a hand around to rub her clit fast and that was all it took.
“Oh, God, Marco!” she yelled as the most intense waves of pleasure she’d ever felt surged through her body. While she was still reeling in sensation, Marco stiffened, thrusting inside her one more time, shooting his hot seed deep into her ass.
He withdrew, collapsing on the deck next to Emma. One of these days, they'd make it to a proper bedroom...or hell, even a sofa, he thought wryly with a grin. Emma cuddled up against his chest. She was a little surprised by her own wanton behavior, but so exhausted that she drifted off to sleep almost instantly. Marco realized just how amazing this woman felt lying there in his arms. He gazed over at her, in awe of her sheer beauty, before joining Emma in her slumber.
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It must have been an hour or two later when Marco awoke. Again, his adventure with Emma had left him feeling so satiated that he didn't awake to the sound of footsteps boarding his yacht, nor did he hear them making their way to where he and Emma laid entwined on the deck's floor.
“Holy shit! Now that's the most incredible piece of ass I've ever seen,” Marco awoke to his brother's loudly whispered observation. And while he might have been unconscious only seconds before, he was on his feet in an instant, ready to inflict huge amounts of pain on his brother for his comment about Emma.
“Don't you ever talk about her that way--I mean never!” Marco snarled in the most vicious tone Dominic had ever heard from his brother.
“Wow, no disrespect intended. Just look at her, bro--it's not my fault that she's drop dead gorgeous. And I ain't the one that’s got her sprawled out naked on my deck. But, man--I wish I was!”
Marco gritted his teeth against a slew of vulgarities, and reached for a blanket to cover Emma's body from Dominic's view. He grabbed his jeans and slipped them on before gently picking her up and laying her down on the lounge chair. He motioned his brother toward a nearby door to avoid disturbing her sleep.
Moments later, Emma awoke. She moved to stand when she heard voices coming from just beyond an open door a few yards in front of her.
“The shipment's due tonight and you know you gotta be there, Marco,” she heard an unfamiliar voice say in a whispered tone.
“Yeah, I know, Dominic.” She recognized Marco's whisper. “But don't you ever get tired of this life? The lies, the violence? I don't want to be in the mob, and I damn well don't relish the prospect of taking over for our father and leading it someday.”
Oh, God, Emma thought incredulously. She couldn't have heard that right. Did Marco say the “mob” – like the mafia, like organized crime? She was speechless. How was she supposed to respond to that? Right...she wasn't supposed to respond, because she was supposed to be asleep, not listening to the conversation taking place inside.
“In truth? Yeah, Marco--I am tired of it. The way I saw you looking at that girl out there--I'd give up every drop of luxury and power in a second to have that. But that doesn't mean shit, does it? You can't just tender your resignation and move on with your life in this line of work, can you?” Emma heard the unfamiliar voice respond. “And this thing you’ve got going with that girl. You gotta stop it now, Marco. What are you gonna do? Keep telling her you're going off on business trips? Hide your guns in your sock drawers? Tell her you make your fortune from selling stocks and bonds?” Dominic prodded.
“I get it, Dominic. It was never supposed to be like this. She was just supposed to be a good fuck, but God, I feel wrong even saying that now. Something happened. Emma's so much more than that.”
“So do her a favor and get rid of her before she ends up getting hurt, Marco,” Dominic cautioned.
“Yeah, I know--you're right. But I don't know if it's that simple anymore,” Marco responded sorrowfully. “Tell you what--let's just worry about tonight. You run ahead. I'll get cleaned up and I'll meet you there in 20 minutes.”
Dominic nodded and walked out the door. He stopped at the lounge chair where Emma had laid back down, pretending to be asleep. “You wouldn't mind if I took one more little peek, would you, Marco?” Dominic teased, reaching his hand out toward Emma's blanket. It took every ounce of strength she had to remain still--and what did Dominic mean by “one more peek?” Marco's growl was animalistic. Even though he was teasing, Dominic knew better than to persist. He hopped off the boat and headed down the dock as Marco breathed deeply to regain his composure.
Emma didn't know at first whether to continue to fake her slumber or to let Marco know she'd been wide awake. She wanted to run as far away from this boat as she could, but she also wanted to confront the man who had been lying to her all these weeks. She made the slightest, imperceptible movement and Marco's sharply honed instincts were on to her. He knew she was awake, but he wasn't sure just how long she'd been that way. He took a tentative step in her direction. “Emma...” he started. Once she realized she couldn't fool him, she sat up slowly, as she contemplated how to proceed. Since Emma was never much for deception, she decided now wasn't the time to start.
“Is it true, Marco?” she queried as her voice caught in her throat.
“I've done what I've had to do, Emma. This life, it isn't a choice for me. When you're a nobody in the Family and you want out, you might get away with it. But when you're the son of the Don, you can't just walk away,” he explained, pleading with his eyes for her to understand.
Oh, God. This couldn't be. Marco wasn't just some made man, he was THE man--or at least the man next to THE man--and he was going to be THE man one day. How could I love a man completely tied up in organized crime? Wait--where did that come from--“love?” It was suddenly too much. She hadn't put a name to her feelings all these weeks, and to do so now, in the midst of a veritable crisis...Emma had to run.
Her bra and thong were strewn across the deck, but as she reached for them, she remembered that Marco had torn them in his haste to have her. She spotted her dress and lunged for it, throwing it on quickly as the blanket fell to the ground. Her naked body was visible for just a second, but it was more than enough to catch Marco's eye. He clenched his fists in an attempt to restrain himself; now was certainly not the time.
“I can't be here Marco. I can't sit by and wait for something terrible to happen to you, and I would never wish for any harm to come to you because of me. I cannot be involved with a man who...who...does the things that you must do. Oh, God, how I wish it could be different, but I can't be with you in the life that you live,” she cried out painfully.
And then she was gone, running from the yacht, from the docks and all the way back to the refuge of the home she shared with her friends. Once there behind closed doors, she collapsed onto the floor in misery and sat there with her knees curled up to her chest, staring off into nothingness. She wouldn't cry; she refused to cry, but tears escaped from her eyes against her will. The house was empty so there she remained sobbing for the better part of the day.
****
Marco was devastated. He knew he couldn't have deceived Emma forever, but he had been hoping for a little more time to figure out what to do. And as he stood beside his brother, counting rolls of money monotonously, he couldn't remember ever feeling so miserable. When he arrived, Dominic could instantly tell that something had gone terribly wrong for Marco, and his heart went out to him. He had never seen his brother looking so forlorn. He looked ready to walk right off the docks to bury himself in the watery depths of the ocean. And as that thought crossed Dominic's mind, a plan began to form; it would be terribly risky, and it may be difficult to get Marco on board. As much as he was struggling in this moment, Marco had always been the devoted son, never questioning aloud and always ready to act in a way that would honor his Family. But the conversation they had earlier this morning made him hopeful that Marco may just be open to a new direction.
Once business was concluded, Marco and Dominic headed off to grab some breakfast, and Dominic considered his plan one last time before proposing the unconventional solution to their problem. “Marco, so...uh...what happened today?” he inquired gently.
Marco didn't bother trying to hide the issue. “She heard, Dominic. She heard everything, and now she knows everything. She went running from the yacht, and I don't think she's coming back.”
“It's the job, right?” Dominic pressed.
“The crazy thing is she seemed more concerned about what could happen to me than her. A girl finds out that she's involved with a dangerous criminal, and she's concerned about the criminal! What's wrong with her?!?” he continued incredulously.
“Hmmm...” Dominic interjected. “It doesn't sound like there's anything wrong with her to me. The way you were looking at her, and the way she reacted to your crime bomb; it sounds to me like someone's in love, Marco.”
Marco's jaw dropped. It was very difficult to catch him by surprise, but Dominic's observation caught him completely off guard. He'd never put a word to his own feelings, and he certainly didn't think Emma's feelings could possibly run so deep, so soon. He was thrilled and devastated all at once. It didn't matter what he or she felt; she was gone and he was certain she wasn't coming back.
“Marco, you remember that talk we had this morning? Are you sure that's how you feel about this life?” Dominic was treading carefully.
“Yeah. Why?”
“You know I shouldn't be talking about this Marco, but what if there was a solution, but it meant that you could never turn back?”
Marco felt tension and relief at Dominic's vague proposition. “What do you mean?” he asked.
“There's a shipment of...explosive substances that my crew will be picking up two weeks from today,” Dominic started. “If the shipment was to accidentally detonate, and we were in the vicinity at the time, it would be plausible that we wouldn't make it out of the wreck alive,” Dominic finished painting his clandestine plan. “There would be no changing your mind later, Marco,” he reaffirmed.
Marco was thoughtful for a moment. It was a big decision to make, and there was a lot that could go wrong, but it would mean an end to this life and the possible beginning of another.
“We'd have to get out of here fast. Maybe out of the country,” Dominic interjected. “Do you think she'd come with you?” he asked gently.
It was worth a shot, Marco thought to himself. To be with Emma, anything was worth a shot. But, he wouldn't be able to warn her; he couldn't risk the plan leaking out, even accidentally. He'd have one shot with her, and she'd have to make a very big decision--fast.
And so, the brothers began to put the plan into action, arranging for an immediate escape after the explosion, and a flight for three out of the country shortly after. God, Marco hoped that Emma would be on that plane with him.
Just in case she rejected his proposal, he made arrangements to show her how he felt one more time. He contacted Emma's outreach program with a donation of one million dollars to cover its charitable purposes for many years to come. He asked that his contact remain silent about the agreement until after the day of the big event.
Everything was in place, and all he could do now was wait. He carried on with his regular business, finding it even more distasteful than usual, but forcing himself through it to avoid raising any red flags. The day finally arrived and the two brothers headed out on business for the last time.
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Emma had been going through the motions, getting up each morning, touring the sites with her friends and retiring to bed early every evening. She had hoped something would change; that somehow Marco would appear on her doorstep to tell her it had all been a big misunderstanding. But no matter how many times she peeked out the front window, Marco was never on the front porch.
> And then, a week after the sordid discovery, she received a phone call from one of the administrative staff at her outreach program. They filled her in on the details of Marco's donation, explaining that she was not supposed to be informed until the 16th of August. She couldn't figure out why Marco would want to keep this from her. He had left a seemingly encrypted message, explaining that if she was not with him after that date, he wanted her to know that she had touched his life in ways she could not possibly imagine. He wanted to show her that he recognized the important things now. Her heart warmed at his generosity, and she wanted to run to him now more than ever.
But in the next moment, she remembered that it still changed nothing; she began to prepare herself for the end of summer vacation. Her group would be returning home on the 20th, and it was about time to return to her ordinary life in Minneapolis.
She wasn't expecting a knock on her door on the evening of the 15th. And she certainly wasn't expecting to see the tall, dark Adonis on the other side. But there he was. Emma's heart skipped a beat as she opened the door; she had to stop herself from lunging into his arms.
Though he looked a little more rugged than usual, he still looked absolutely incredible. Though the reason he may appear a little roughed up concerned her, in part because the idea of such violence disturbed her, but more so because the idea of Marco being hurt made her feel nauseous. She glanced over him to make sure he wasn't seriously injured, but aside from a few scrapes on his forearms, he seemed in perfect condition.