Marcus: The M Series, Book Three

by Ryanne Anthony

  “Yeah, what, damn it,” Joshua asked, impatiently.

  “Marcus, it's okay to use your mouth. They love that.”

  “Fuck you, Matthew.”

  “She wants a three way? I know a girl that likes–”

  “Damn it, Toad! A vasectomy, all right? She wants me to get a fucking vasectomy!”

  Most of them exclaimed 'ooh' and frowned.

  “And,” Tom asked. “I had one. It's no big deal, Marcus.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “I am, Ethan. We have three boys. Monica doesn't want any more and I agreed.”

  “Thanks a lot, Tom. That's why Mariah brought it up.”

  “Look, Marcus, you guys are on your fourth child and Cookie's tired. It's an hour long procedure, a two-day recovery, tops. They recommend some sort of protection against pregnancy, just for a few weeks but after that, there's no reason for that worry, ever. I could give you the number to my doctor. She's very good and was highly recommended to me.”

  “Hold it! You let a woman snip you, Tom?”

  “Yes I did, Matthew.”

  “You let a chick fiddle with your junk and take away your masculinity?”

  “It wasn't my masculinity, fucker. I can still get it up with no problem. It was my right to procreate and my wife and I decided we were done with that phase in our lives. Sounds like Cookie feels the same way.”

  “I don't know, Tom.”

  “Me either,” Russell said, shaking his head. “It sounds extreme, not being able to use your boys again. And who's to say Cookie won't change her mind later? Would you be willing to have it reversed?”

  “I doubt it. Do you hear how skeptical I am to have it done? Nathan? You're kinda quiet.”

  “I'm having it done,” Nathan said quietly. “I have an appointment next week.”

  “You're kidding, right,” Ethan asked.

  “No. Lisa's pregnant again. It's also our fourth, Marcus. She thought we were done but... I made the consultation appointment the day we found out. This way, we make sure this is the last one. No more accidents.”

  We became silent.

  “We can't tell you what to do, Marcus,” Tom said quietly. “You need to talk to your wife but it sounds like she's made up her mind about this. Trust me, in the end it will all be worth it. Monica is a lot more relaxed about sex and so much more fun and spontaneous.”

  “Sammy? Is there something she's not telling me?”

  “You know I can't answer that, Frank. Ask me something else.”

  “What are Mariah's chances of getting pregnant again?”

  “Mariah could probably get pregnant twenty more times and those eggs could split or she can release two at ovulation. Are you willing to put her through this again if she really doesn't want it?”

  “He has a point, but then again, they all do,” Ethan says.

  I thanked them and sign off, needing to think. I thought long and hard about what they said but I still felt skeptical. Sighing, I go to talk to my wife. She was still in our bedroom and she’d locked herself inside.

  “Baby, I swear I'm going to take the lock off this door.”

  “You do and you'll sleep in here by yourself. I'll move into another room.”

  I grinned. “You wouldn't dare.”

  “Damn right I would. And I'll put double locks on that door and I won't ever let you touch me again.”

  That thought made the grin on my face drop immediately.

  “Open the door, baby. Let's talk about this.”

  “If I do, we're not leaving this room until we have come up with a solution we can both be happy about.”

  “Fine, baby. I promise. Let's talk this out.”

  After a moment, the lock clicked and she cracked the door.

  “Go get me some marshmallows,” she demanded. “Then you can come in.”

  I smiled. “Be right back, baby.”

  I raced to the kitchen, grabbed the marshmallows and two bottled waters. I ran back up the stairs and opened the bedroom door. I looked around the room. My wife was lying in our bed, smiling, with the sheet over her body.

  I dropped the marshmallows and the waters and gaped. I slowly pointed at her. “Are you –”

  “Completely,” she confirmed.

  “That's not fair,” I growled, trying to ignore the throbbing under my scrub pants.

  “What's not fair, boo,” Mariah murmured as she sat up. She rested her back on the headboard and allowed the sheet to dip, revealing one of her beautiful swollen breasts.

  I inhaled sharply. “For you to be naked.”

  “I thought you liked me naked, boo,” Mariah cooed as she lifted her left leg, making it escape from under the sheet, and lifted the knee. Now, I could see the bottom of her ass. If she moved that sheet any more, I'll have a perfect view of her slit.

  “Of course I do,” I croaked out. “But I thought we were going to talk.”

  “Okay, boo. Let's talk.” She laced her hands behind her head, making both breasts pop over the sheet. I think my jaw hit the ground then. She ran her left foot up and down the right leg.

  “Um... what were... uh...saying… I mean…What?”

  Mariah giggled. “Are you all right, Dr. Cannon?”

  “Uh, yeah... think so,” I replied, hoarsely, as I stared at her. “Maybe not.”

  “Are you thirsty, boo,” she cooed again.

  I yanked off my shirt. “No, baby.”

  Widening her legs, her hand circled her clit. “Do need something to eat,” she asked, seductively.

  I ripped off my shoes, pants and underwear and crossed the room. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them.

  “Didn't I tell you that's my job,” I asked, softly.

  Mariah pushed up and licked my lips. “Then do your job, boo.”

  “Grab the headboard. Don't let it go,” I whispered.

  She arched an eyebrow. “And if I do?”

  “I'll tie you to it.”

  She smirked. “You wouldn't.”

  I pushed her hands up and she gripped the spindles.

  “Move them and see, baby.”

  I moved between her legs and slowly circle around her clit with my tongue. She moaned. I moved my tongue across the clit rapidly and then sucked on it as I rapidly flicked. Mariah moaned loudly and gripped my hair. I immediately moved away from her8.

  “Marcus!”

  “What, baby,” I answered as I left the bed.

  “Why did you stop,” Mariah whined.

  “I told you not to move your hands,” I said, grabbing one of her silk scarves.

  She sat up. “You wouldn't,” she breathed, wide-eyed.

  “I would. And I am.” I grabbed her ankles and pulled her down. I captured her wrists but she fought and freed herself.

  “Don't fight me, baby.”

  “Marcus! Don't! Blindfolds are one thing but this...”

  I caught her wrists again and quickly tied them to the headboard. She attempted to pull free but couldn't. I put a huge grin on my face.

  “I'm going to have my way with you now, baby.”

  I licked her ear then breathe softly into it.

  She threw her head back and panted as she tugged on her wrists. “I'm not going to like this, Marcus.”

  “Yes, you will,” I assured, biting and kissing down her neck. She trembled.

  “No, I won't,” she croaked out. I licked and sucked her nipple, then moved the other one.

  She moaned and stopped trying to free herself when I inserted my fingers inside her. My thumb circled her clit and she moved her hips to my rhythm as I sucked hard on her nipple.

  “Mmm, Marcus…” she groaned as she hardened. I applied pressure with my thumb and I circle, increasing the suction on her nipple. She stilled and shuddered... hard. I grinned. Here she comes.

  “Release me! Release me,” she shouted and struggled, fighting again to free herself.

  “No,” I murmured as sped up the thrusts and circles. I moved to her ear and breathe heavily
into it. “Cum for me, baby.”

  She released a primal sound and came all over my hand. I move my fingers and slowly circle her clit. When she calmed and looked at me, I put my fingers in my mouth.

  “Mmm. You're still taste so sweet, baby,” I murmured as my fingers go back inside her.

  “You make me sick,” she grunted. “Move your hand.”

  “I have something that will make you feel so much better.” I leaned over and kissed her deeply. “You taste good, don't you, baby.”

  “No, I don't. Tit-for-tat, asshole,” she glared at me.

  I smirked then laughed. “Right. Hmm... What should I do to you next,” I murmured as I eased down her body.

  Mariah panicked and yanked at her wrists again. “You better not!”

  “Mmm... A challenge. I like.”

  “MARCUS! DON'T,” she screamed, yanking harder. She was going to free herself soon, I thought, pushing her legs apart. My tongue circled her clit rapidly and she shivered. It's still hard. Perfect. She tried to squeeze my head with her thighs but I easily pushed and kept them apart.

  “You fucking asshole! Stop it! Please, at least... slow down,” Mariah groaned. She panted as her clit became a pebble and I slowed my tongue, waiting for her to shiver.

  “Oh! Oh! Noooooooo,” she wailed, shaking. I stopped licking and blew, long and soft. Her body jerked hard and she squirted, right into my mouth. I licked around her, trying to get it all as she screamed, loud and lengthy.

  I looked up when she quieted and stared at the ceiling, panting. I noticed her arms were at her side. When did she free herself? I laughed and she glared at me.

  “Is there something funny?”

  “Oh, yeah,” I laughed again.

  She sat up and looked down my body. “On your back. Now, Cannon!”

  I smirked at her. “I don't have to.”

  “I said on your back. Don't make me kick your ass,” she snarled at me.

  I moved to my back. “What are you going to do, little woman?”

  Mariah's nose flared. “Little... woman?”

  “Yeah, you heard, little woman. I don't stutter.”

  “You will in a minute,” she promised. She swooped down on my erection and put my crown in her mouth. She flicked her tongue back and forth over the slit. I trembled immediately.

  “Baby...”

  “Shut up,” she demanded with me still in her mouth, sending a vibration through me that made me shudder.

  “Don't do that, baby! Fuck!”

  “Stop talking,” Mariah snapped, making another vibration shoot through me. I bit my lip, trying to remain calm. She applied gentle suction on my shaft. I inhaled sharply and gripped her hair. She slapped my hand away.

  “We both know I can't tie you down, Marcus. Behave.”

  I chuckled as she put her arm over my thigh and did her best to keep me still. Her head bobbed up and down while her hand pumped me. I inhaled again and gripped the sheet. She goes back to the crown and strokes my shaft at the base. She licks the slit again.

  “Mmm... now that's good. Salty,” she murmured then sucked one of my balls into her mouth. “Yummmmmm,” she moaned.

  I clenched my fists as a chill surged through me. “FUCK, Mariah! Don't fucking do that!”

  “Yummmmmm,” she moaned again and released the testicle with a pop and slurp sound.

  “Don't make me move you, Mariah,” I demanded, close to losing all control.

  “Tit-for-tat, Marcus,” she murmured, stroking me with her hand. She loudly sucked the other ball in her mouth.

  “Please... d-don't moan, baby. I can't... I won't...”

  “Don’t what? Mmmmmmmoan? What are you talking about, Boooooooo,” she moaned and popped me out again.

  “Got... damn it, Mariah,” I yelled as I shivered.

  She giggled. “I do love that growl,” she says as she puts my shaft back in her mouth and rapidly goes up and down on it with just the right amount of suction while swiftly stroking the base. She massages my sac and I release long and hard in her mouth.

  “FUCK! Ah! Shit,” I yelled and shivered all over. She licked up and down the shaft, each lick felt like fire on my already hot skin. I closed my eyes, trying to calm as she kissed up my body.

  “Oh, look... you're still hard, boo,” Mariah murmured at my ear as she stroked me.

  “Don't even...”

  Too late. She straddled me and positioned me at her opening. “Don't what,” she murmured then slammed down on my cock. She repeatedly slammed down on it.

  “Shit, baby,” I groaned, panting and gripping her hips in an attempt to calm her thrusts. “Baby... please slow down!”

  “Funny,” she panted, riding me hard. “I think I said the same fucking thing to you!”

  I growled at her. Fine, I’ll play!

  I sat up. My hand flattens on the bed and I threw the other arm diagonally on her back and grip her shoulder. She threw her arms around my neck, biting at my jaw and neck and gripping my hair, meeting me thrust for thrust.

  “Oh, no! Don’t growl! Not yet,” she shouted, speeding up her rhythm. Suddenly, she froze. “Okay! Okay! Now, boo,” she screamed, gripping me tightly. I felt her cum roll down to the bottom of my shaft, onto my tightened sac. I thrust three more times, releasing hard and fell back. Mariah immediately got off me and sucked me again while massaging my balls.

  “Baby! STOP! Shit,” I loudly demanded.

  What the fuck? Am I... fuck yeah! I'm going to shoot again... what the...

  “Oh, yeah, boo... growl for me!” Mariah moaned at my sac and I released. Harder. Longer. But damn it, I was still hard. Mariah released me and I flipped her on her back. I raised her ass to my thighs until just her shoulders were on the bed.

  “Are you kidding,” Mariah shouted.

  “Look at my cock, baby. Does it I look like I'm kidding?”

  I slid inside her, gripped her shoulders, and thrust. Hard.

  “Marcus! You're hitting that spot,” she whined.

  “Good,” I shouted, holding her legs high in the air and rapidly slamming into her. I closed her legs, making her tighten around me, and moved her ankles to my left shoulder. I gripped them and her shoulder, pumping furiously.

  “Cum with me, baby.”

  “Oh, God! Oh, Marcus,” she groaned, squirting again and I followed a few thrusts later, feeling completely drained as my cock finally deflated.

  I withdrew and fell to my side, next to Mariah, and we laid there as our breathing calmed. I looked at my wife and we laughed through our exhausted breaths.

  “If I weren't already pregnant, boo, I think I would be after that. I really believe this should be it for us. We can keep this up with no worries.”

  I rubbed her belly. “Okay, baby. I get it. I'll call for the consultation tomorrow.”

  She grinned big and kissed me. “Thank you, boo. I love you.”

  “Anything for this smile, baby. I love you, too.”

  Chapter THIRTEEN

  Congratulations, Matthew and Sidra!

  July 14, 2018 – 10.16 a.m.

  “Rachel... I think it's time you see Mariah,” I say quietly into the phone.

  “Are you sure, Marcus? I don't want to see my baby's face...”

  “It's almost a week. She's a lot better now; it's not as bad as it was. Trust me.”

  She sighs. “All right, Marcus. I’ll see her.”

  “Good. I'm taking the kids to Monica's nanny for the day, so we can go right after the funeral. Mother wants to come, as well.”

  “Oh, good. I could really use her support. Would you mind if Lil comes?”

  “Not at all. I'll see you in about an hour.”

  “Okay, Marcus. Thomas and I are almost ready.”

  I call Joshua next.

  “Hey, Cramp. I'm still at lock-up. He should be released any minute.”

  “Good. How much was the bail?”

  “No bail. Ethan got the charges dropped.”

  “How,” I ask, stunned.
>
  The feds arrested Matthew for assault on Guzman four days ago as we were leaving the hospital.

  “Well, Cramp, guess I won't have to quit,” he said with a smirk as they cuffed him. I called Ethan right away.

  “At first, Reverend Miller was the judge, but he recused himself as soon as he took the bench. He sat in the gallery while another judge presided.

  “Ethan argued Matthew is a federal agent with a spotless record. A couple agents gave testimony that Guzman tried to escape and assaulted another agent and Matthew subdued him. Curious, she asked about the details to Mariah’s kidnapping.

  “After Ethan explained the details and everything Matthew did to find her, she yelled at the prosecutor for wasting her time. She immediately dropped all charges and wished Mariah well, off the record. Guzman's case was next and she ordered him held. Can you believe that fucker asked Ethan to represent him?”

  “I bet Ethan took that well.”

  Joshua laughs. “He used some language that the judge didn't like and she found him in contempt. She gave him a choice of twenty-four hours in jail or a ten-thousand-dollar fine.”

  “He chose the fine, right?”

  “No, I did. I wrote a check before he was cuffed.”

  “Good. Sidra is going nuts worrying about Matthew. I have to get the kids ready and get them to Monica's. Are you still going to the funeral?”

  “Yes and I made sure to grab a suit for Matthew. He should be in it when he finally comes out. We'll go straight to the church after we leave here.”

  “Good. I'll have Sidra ride with me and let her know he'll be there.”

  “Fine. I'll see you there.”

  Mother calls me next.

  “Hi, darling. I wanted to make sure you and Sidra didn't need help with my grandchildren.”

  “No, Mother. Taking care of them is helping Sidra keep her mind off her father and Matthew. She asked if she could take care of them alone.”

  “I understand. Have you heard about Matthew?”

  “Yes. He's been released, all charges dropped. Josh got him a suit and he's meeting us at the church.”

  “Yes, I know. I'm glad Joshua had a checkbook to pay Ethan's fine. He would've gotten stubborn and chosen jail time and we need all the family there to support Sidra and her family.”