by Gage Grayson
I don’t do girlfriends. I have to remind myself of that constantly when I’m in her presence.
I find the car and bend her over the hood of it as I stroke her beautiful ass. Then I take my large cock out of its confinement.
I slide her thong over from its place across her pussy and it’s already wet...for me.
I push two fingers into her and the thing is, she’s already so wet. Her desire for me is obvious.
I remove my fingers and put the tip of my cock inside of her. It’s just enough to get her going, to get her wanting more.
“More, Marcus. I want more,” she says.
I love the way she begs for it. I want her to want me so much that the words escape her mouth, so that the truth escapes her.
I know she’s into me. I know she feels our connection.
I slide my cock in a few more inches. There’s still a lot of me left to go, but I want to draw this out. I want to immerse myself into every second and every moment of pleasure with her. I want to relish this feeling.
And so I thrust into her at a tantalizingly slow rate.
She’s begging for it. “Marcus, please, just fuck me hard. Please.”
She’s practically whimpering, and that’s the way I like it. She wants my cock bad, and I’m about to give it to her.
I push into her deeper so that she’s crying out my name, and I have to clasp my hand over her mouth so that she doesn’t betray our location to anybody else.
It’s technically a crime to fuck in a parking lot in the city. Not that Katy seems to mind cops or being in jail.
I slap her ass as I press my cock into her. Her skin flushes a lovely shade of pink. She’s crying out against my hand. There’s no going back now. I’m about to take her over the cliff.
“That’s good, Katy,” I say gripping her hips. “You’re so fucking wet.”
I fuck her hard against the car. She’s nicely bent over the hood so that I have perfect access to her sweet little cunt and her perfectly sculpted round ass.
I decide to take it up another level. And so I sink a couple of fingers into her beautiful ass to make the sensation of me inside of her rise even higher.
With this motion, she cries out and bites down on my fingers that are trying to stifle her moans.
I know she wants it bad because she’s getting so wet around my cock. The length and girth of my cock is hard for any woman to take, but she’s doing nicely considering how wet she is. I slide in and out of her at a rhythmic pace. And I tease her ass with my fingers.
“Finger yourself, baby. It’ll make it easier,” I say into her ear.
She slides her hand down between the car and her body and starts to go at her clit. She fingers herself as I thrust into her, and it’s all so good set against the blackness of a New York City night.
“Katy, you’re so fucking good. I want you to come.”
She whimpers even more, moaning against my hand.
“Come now, Katy,” I demand.
She does as I say, and I fucking love it. She lets herself explode, and I can feel her quivering body pulsating beneath the weight of my thrusts.
That’s my cue to let go, too. I spray my hot load into her and pull out just in time to spray half of it over her ass. Even in the darkness, I can see my cum gleaming all over her flushed skin.
I spank her one more time for good measure and leave her panting, swollen, and nicely fucked over the hood of my car.
Eventually, after moments of ragged breathing, she pulls herself up and tries to straighten herself out with a sense of dignity. There’s no more dignity left for her. I’m becoming more and more aware of how much she wants my thick cock.
I know it must be all she dreams about, and that’s how I want it. She better not even cast her gaze towards any other man or my jealousy will go off the top.
I feel possessive of her and as though she’s mine.
These feelings are new to me, but I welcome them. Being with her gives me a rush of power like none I’ve ever known. Being with her is better than making money, and it’s better than being on a goddamn private island.
She’s got me addicted. And I want her wrapped so tightly around my finger that she’ll do whatever I want from now on. I want her to be at my every command, and so far it’s working.
“That was incredible, Marcus. I can’t stand up,” she says wavering, looking nearly dizzy. “I’ve been fucked on a car before but never on the hood of a Mercedes.”
I look at her and try to tame the fire that’s swelling up within my belly.
She better be fucking joking. I don’t want to know about any of the other guys she’s ever fucked. I want to be the only one in her life from now on.
Of course, I don’t tell her any of this. How could I? My feelings may be unrequited.
I could never put myself out on the line like that without knowing how she feels. For all I know, I’m just some guy to her. I know she thinks I’m a good fuck, but what are we beyond that?
And besides, I’m here to protect my company. I continually have to remind myself that she’s my enemy. Since she’s probably going to go home and start hacking away at the company I built from scratch, I need to remember who I’m dealing with.
The problem with Katy is that she’s so fucking beautiful and interesting to be around that I sometimes forget that I’m here as a spy. My mission becomes less clear as business and pleasure start to merge into each other.
She looks at me expectantly, and I go around the car and open the passenger side door for her.
I don’t feel like I’m done with her yet. I feel like I could fuck her into the night and still not be satisfied.
I feel like with her, I’m going to constantly be wanting more, and the fire will never go out. Instead, it will burn eternally, and I will always have a craving for this beautiful, gorgeous, criminal.
Chapter 15
Katy
Marcus has the decency to open the passenger side door for me.
It’s the least he could do considering how hard he fucked me out there. My pussy is sore and swollen, but it’s that good kind of pain, one that makes you remember you’ve been fucked by a true man.
His sticky cum is all over my ass, and I can’t say I mind it. I slide easily into his Mercedes and make sure the stickiness gets all over his leather seats. It’s a good thing I wore a skirt tonight.
First, Marcus made me come in the restaurant and then he made me come over the hood of his car. What more has he got?
I find myself continuing to desire him. It’s a flame that never goes out. It’s ever-present and he’s always in my thoughts.
Don’t go there Katy, I admonish myself. It’s dangerous to get close to anyone. I try to remind myself of the things that I already know.
I’ve been around Marcus too much. That much is clear. But can’t I have just a little more fun before I break things off?
I still haven’t exactly told him how I don’t plan on being a part of his organization. He doesn’t know who or what I am, and he doesn’t need to know― ever.
He gets into the driver’s seat and starts up the car. I’m always impressed by the interior landscape of a Mercedes. It’s full of bells and whistles, the latest technology.
“Marcus, that was a little bit insane. First a restaurant and then outside in the parking lot,” I say, trying to appear confident.
The thing is, around Marcus, I tend to forget myself. I forget all of my strength and all of my ability to fend for myself. When I’m near him, I just want to be claimed and to become enmeshed within his soul. I virtually lose myself, and that’s why I know this is dangerous territory.
Regardless, I want to experience all of him tonight. “Where should we go?” he asks.
“Well, I don’t want to go back to my place, that’s for sure,” I say honestly.
The thought of going back to my empty apartment with nothing but my computer for company is not something that I want right now.
Marcus says, �
�I know the perfect little place around the corner where we can grab a drink.”
“Sounds great.”
He drives quickly, and I like the rush of being inside of his car. He knows how to handle the wheel just like he knows how to handle a woman.
I’ve never been with a man like him. It’s truly exhilarating to be around a man who exudes such power and control.
Most of the guys I’ve been with have been nothing special, nothing memorable. I know that Marcus has ruined me for all my future fucks. I’m going to compare everyone I’m with to him.
And I’m never going to forget him. That’s how prepared I am to say goodbye.
What he doesn’t know is that I’m going to have to disappear at the end of all of this.
It’s what I do. I can’t stay in one place for too long or be with one man for too long. I can’t have my identity coming to light for anybody.
It’s a damn shame too, because Marcus is really great.
I take this opportunity to show him just how great I think he is.
I bend down across the console and unzip his pants. He leans back into the driver’s seat and lets me pull out his cock for my sucking pleasure.
The speed of the car combined with my beating heart provides enough adrenaline to satisfy me for a lifetime.
I lick and suck his gleaming cock, and it’s all he can do to keep his eyes on the road.
I take it down my throat and wrap my lips around his hard member. It feels so good, tastes so good.
I open my throat and take him in expertly, so that with a few more glides of my tongue I have him coming down my throat.
He breathes hard and tries to control the wheel as he sprays his seed down my throat and I lap up every bit of it.
I pull up, smile, and lick my lips.
He speeds around the corner and halts right in front of the valet. I know he wasn’t expecting such a hot ride, and to be honest, neither was I.
He gets out and tosses the keys into the valet’s hands. Then he saunters around the car and opens the door for me.
“That was good, Katy...so fucking good.”
“I know.” I smile.
He’s not the only one with skills.
I take his hand and allow him to lead me inside.
The place is a dark little jazz bar. There’s music playing, and yet everything is shrouded in mystery. The bartender seems to know him, and we immediately get our drinks.
This alerts me of the fact that maybe Marcus has been here before. Maybe he’s been here many times with many different women. The thought makes me cringe, and I push it out of my mind.
I don’t need to remind myself that Marcus is a playboy. That information is nothing new.
But for now, I can just enjoy this one moment in time, the special night with him.
I’m not kidding myself by being with him. I already know it won’t last.
We’re not relationship people. And so I don’t expect more in this one moment of listening to beautiful jazz music play, while Marcus softly strokes my leg under the table.
“This place is amazing,” I say over the music.
He smiles at me and appears content that I’m happy.
At the same time, I feel a little too happy. I’m going to have to excuse myself to go to the powder room so that I can splash cold water on my face and try to wake up, get back to reality.
I get up and say to him, “I have to go. I’ll be right back.”
He’s looking at me possessively, and I wonder why he can’t even let me go for five minutes. Maybe it’s because he understands the fact that I’m an escape artist. Hell, I escaped from jail the very first time we met.
But luckily for him, I intend to come back to the table in just a minute. I walk into the powder room, and there are several women in there.
I try to be invisible, and I walk towards the farthest sink. I turn the faucet on and let it run until the water is cold, very cold.
I splash it on my face and instantly feel relieved that some of the hot pressure is gone that comes with being in the vicinity of Marcus.
I look up and someone hands me a towel.
“Thanks,” I say.
“You’re welcome,” I hear the familiar voice respond.
I look over, and it’s Marcus. Somehow, he’s cleared out the entire room, and I see that the door’s locked. He certainly has command over every situation, to clear out a room like this so quickly.
“What are you doing in here? You can’t be here,” I say, protesting.
“Why are you trying to get away from me?” he asks.
I look up into his smoldering eyes and say, “Is that what you think? I wasn’t. I just needed to get some space.”
“Space from me? Why?” he asks.
I decide to reason with him. I might as well be semi-honest about my feelings.
“Because you’re intense, Marcus. You made me come like 1 million times. That’s a lot for a girl to take. You’re a lot. You’re, like, complicated and I just needed a breather,” I say.
My words seem to entice him because I see that familiar spark of desire in his eyes.
“That’s good. I’m glad you’re finally starting to understand me, Katy. I am intense. Better you know that now rather than later. I’m always going to be this way,” he pushes me back against the wall and starts to kiss me. “And you’re the one I want. If there’s one other thing you should know about me, Katy, it’s that I always get what I want.”
He’s got me pinned against the wall, and I can’t say I dislike it. It’s becoming alarming, but I feel so safe when he’s got me cornered. It makes me feel like I can finally let go, like I don’t have to be so in control all the time.
“Say you want me, Katy. Say it,” he commands.
He’s kissing me roughly and starting to pull down my dress. I don’t resist. I can’t resist him anymore.
“Yes, Marcus―God, I want you okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?” I respond, breathing heavily.
“Yes, baby. That’s what I wanted to hear. Now the fun can begin. Don’t ever try to escape me again. I’ll always find you, Katy. I know you like to run, but you can’t run from me.”
I realize in this moment that Marcus is truly afraid that I’ll disappear. But I don’t doubt the fact that he would find me if he wanted to.
He’s probably the only man, the only person I would ever say that about. But he’s got this tenacity about him which makes me think he can accomplish anything he puts his mind to.
Suddenly, I want to be with him in this moment more than I want to escape. I don’t want to run anymore. I just want to be in his arms forever.
Chapter 16
Marcus
I’ve got her pinned against the wall―just the way I like it.
I feel best when I know that Katy can’t stray far from my arms.
I wasn’t expecting to take her here in the powder room of the jazz club, but for a minute there, it seemed like she was running away from me, and I can’t have her doing that.
I need her to know that I’m in control. I need her to know that she cannot run from me. That’s how possessive I’m starting to feel.
I pull her dress up over her head to reveal her beautiful tits, which I kiss and caress with my tongue and mouth. She sighs happily, and I know we’re on the same wavelength.
I slide my hand under her thong and start to finger her roughly.
She’s feeling for my shaft, and it doesn’t take long for her to find it because it’s so fucking big. She unzips my pants and takes my giant cock out.
Then before I can torment her nipples anymore, she falls down to her knees and begins sucking my cock right there in the powder room. I don’t have to grab her head or anything because she’s already taking it deep down her throat without any prompting from me.
She wants it bad, so bad.
She trails her tongue up and down my giant manhood and sucks the tip like it’s a goddamn lollipop. Then she attempts to deep throat it mor
e―except it’s nearly impossible because the size of my cock is just too big to fit down anybody’s throat.
That doesn’t mean she doesn’t try. She gives it her best effort. She takes me in deep, and I can feel her throat closing in around my cock.
She never gags, and I don’t know why. Most other women do. I find myself wanting to make her gag with the pleasure of sucking my cock.
She moans and whimpers softly as she blows me. I know this is her every desire, and I’m happy to fulfill that need.
I push my cock slowly down her throat, and she takes it in pretty well. She cups my balls with her hand and massages them, making my arousal peak even more.
I’m not going to come, though.
I have found that I like to come inside of Katy. I like to think of my seed meshing with her own essence.
I pull out of her mouth even though she’s hungry for more. This girl loves to give a good blowjob.
I lift her slender body up and put it on the sink. I spread her legs out wide so that I have full access to her sweet pussy. I bend down and lick and suck her juices.
I keep her balanced nicely on the edge of the sink. I tease and torment her clit with my tongue, and then I insert a couple of fingers inside and move them over her G-spot, getting her ready to take in my nice, thick cock.
I stand up, and as I tower over her, she’s looking up at me with a certain need in her eyes.
“Say it, Katy. Say how much you want me to make you come,” I tell her.
It doesn’t take much for her to tell me what I want to hear. I have her body quivering and aching for the feel of my cock. She’d probably tell me anything I want to know right now, even how she plans on hacking into my business.
But I’m certainly not about to go there. I’ll find out another time, not while I have her so keen on feeling my cock inside of her.
“Please, Marcus, don’t tease me. I want you so bad. You know that,” she practically begs.
“Good.”
I slowly insert my large, throbbing member into her tight space. I sigh in relief; being inside of her is the only place I want to be. It feels like home to be connected to her in this way.