The thing is, Marcus was always like a second Daddy to me as well when I was growing up. However, I haven’t seen much of him in the past year since I’ve been away at college.
I lower the pistol.
Marcus moves blindingly quick. One instant, he is sitting on the floor, apparently still disoriented, but then before I can blink, he’s up and he’s on me. He doesn’t hurt me, but he spins me around as fast as lightning. One leather-gloved hand is gripping the wrist of my gun hand, and the other is wrapped tight around my belly, pulling me close to him.
“Careful with that thing, Tiffany.” His breath tickles my earlobe, giving me the warm tinglies, even though it’s totally not an appropriate situation for those kinds of feelings. “Just give me the gun.”
All I’ve got on right now is a tight, teeny tank-top that I like to sleep in and a pair of cotton panties. I’m squeezed so tightly against Marcus’s body that I can feel the shape of him perfectly. My shoulders are pressed against his broad muscular chest. Against the small of my back, I feel the hard ripples of his abs. His massive bulge is crushed forcefully against my tushy.
His crotch feels hard. Very hard.
“If you try to hurt me I’ll scream,” I say, but I say it as a whisper.
“You know I would never hurt you,” he whispers back.
There’s that delicious tickle of breath on my ear again. My skin prickles all over with goosebumps and I’m sure Marcus can see. Totally not appropriate. Not one bit.
He’s right, in a way. Until tonight I would never have thought that Marcus would harm a hair on my head, and for some reason, my heart is telling me that’s still true. I mean, Marcus is a totally bad-ass alpha. He’s fought in gang wars for decades, and I’m sure he’s killed a lot of men in his day. The tattoos all over his body signify his status in the gang.
If he wanted to hurt me or kill me, he would have done it by now. Still, I have to know what is going on.
“What are you doing here, Marcus?”
“Just let go of the gun, and I’ll tell you, Tiffany.”
As messed up as this whole situation is, something in Marcus’s voice tells me that I can trust him. I’ve known him all my life, and he has always taken care of me. I give up the gun.
Marcus immediately releases me. He takes the gun and carefully sets it down upon the nightstand.
“I’m sorry I had to do that, Tiffany.”
He turns around and stares at me. Now that the gun is out of the equation, Marcus appears a bit more relaxed, and he lets his eyes wander over my body, my bare legs, and my panties, my tight top where my nipples are poking out from all of the excitement.
“You’ve really grown up, Tiff,” he says.
He gazes into my eyes, and I can see so much warmth and love. God, Marcus is so handsome. Even when I was just a little girl I thought so, and I used to tease him and say I would marry him when I grew up. Gosh, I was so silly back then. But Marcus would always smile and laugh and take care of me.
Even though he’s got a bod that most younger guys would kill for, Marcus is old enough to be my own Daddy, and it shows in his salt and pepper hair and the matching scruff along his squarely defined jaw.
I really hope he can’t see the moisture soaking into the crotch of my panties right now. I try to tell myself it’s just sweat from our little tussle, but I know darn well that it’s not.
“Marcus, are you going to tell me what this is all about?” I ask.
I sit down on my springy, soft mattress, careful to keep my knees squeezed tightly together to try and hide my wet pussy. I fold my hands over my lap.
“I didn’t realize you were home,” he says. “I thought you were still away at college. I never would have broken in this way if I had known…”
Marcus crosses the room to the open window and looks out at the night. The way the sheer white curtains are blowing around him, and the pensive way he looks is just too damn sexy. I’m starting to like the idea of having my home invaded by this sexy, older alpha. I wonder if he would like to invade my womb too?
Oh my gosh, Tiffany! What in the world are you thinking? It doesn’t get more off-limits than Marcus. He’s Daddy’s best friend, and he’s over twice my age. Plus…he just freaking broke into our house!
Where are all of these feelings coming from? It must be the fact that after one year of college, I still haven’t lost my V-card. Like I said, it’s not that I haven’t had hordes of horny guys throwing themselves at me. But I just haven’t found one that really gets my motor running. At least not until now.
As Marcus slides the window closed, he begins to speak.
“I told you I didn’t come here to hurt you, and that’s the truth, Tiffany. But it’s not true for your father. I’ve come here to kill him.”
“What?” I gasp, my hands fluttering up to my cheeks. “Marcus, you can’t be serious!”
He turns toward me but keeps his eyes lowered as he speaks.
“I’m dead serious, Tiffany. Your father stole my woman from me. He did it once before, a long, long time ago, but I let that slide because of…”
Marcus’s eyes flick up to meet mine. His intense stare bores right through me to my core.
“Because of reasons. It was complicated. But this time—this time it’s unforgivable. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, and I fucking kill you.”
This can’t be real, but the wild look of retribution in Marcus’s dark eyes tells me that it is.
OK, if I’m going to be honest, I actually kinda sorta knew that Daddy was having an affair with Marcus’s current girlfriend, Roxie. As a matter of fact, I accidentally walked in on them when I came home early for summer break today. She was down on her knees pleasuring him in the living room when I walked in. The whole thing was totally embarrassing.
But the other woman from the past—I didn’t know about that one, and I wonder how long ago it was.
But back to the present. There’s obviously no way I’m going to let Marcus kill Daddy. I mean, Daddy definitely does some dirty things from time to time. But killing him over a woman like Roxie is totally out of the question. To be honest, as far as I’m concerned, Daddy did Marcus a favor by stealing her. Marcus could do a lot better than Roxie. A lot better.
I’m not one of those girls who like to go around talking behind everyone’s back, but Roxie is super-duper trashy. In fact, I totally can’t stand her. In my opinion, Marcus needs someone much younger and sweeter to complement his dark masculinity.
“Marcus, wait!” I say in a hushed voice as he strides toward the door to the hallway.
He pauses and looks at me. The look in his eyes is so freaking intense and mysterious. There’s more to this story that he isn’t telling me.
“Look, Marcus, I get that you’re angry with Daddy, but do you really want to go to prison for the rest of your life over a woman like Roxie?”
“It’s not that!” he snaps, “It’s the principle of the thing, Tiffany. You’re just too young to understand.”
He drops his head. He stands in front of the bed, where I’m sitting, and he places his leather-gloved hand on my smooth shoulder. The feeling of having him put his hand on me again makes my belly smile.
“I’m sorry Tiffany. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that,” he says, his voice raw and throaty. “But you don’t understand the world that I live in. The biker underworld is a dangerous place full of predators and backstabbers. There’s always somebody gunning for you, and if you show even the slightest sign of weakness, they’ll try to take you out.”
Marcus sighs, and brushes his hand down my arm.
“You’re too young and innocent to understand it, Tiffany. Hell, I don’t even like Roxie very much. I certainly don’t love her. There’s only one woman I’ve ever loved, and it wasn’t her. But that was a long time ago.”
I wonder if he’s talking about the other woman that Daddy took from him in the past.
“You want to know a secret?” Marcus continues. “Me and Ro
xie never even had sex. She just didn’t turn me on. She was just too…”
His eyes rove down my body, down my legs, and back up again.
“She just wasn’t my type. But as far as everyone knew, she was my girlfriend, and your father stole her from me. Now he’s got to die.”
I reach out and place my hands on Marcus’s bare, hard abs.
“Not if I can help it,” I say.
Marcus glances over at the gun on the nightstand.
“Okay, here’s the deal,” he says. “You know I won’t hurt you, Tiffany. I never would. If you have to protect your father, you can take that gun and shoot me now. But if you don’t do that, then I’m going to find him and kill him. I have to get even.”
I love Marcus. Like I said, I’ve always thought of him as a second Daddy. But his thinking is just way too narrow. He’s not considering all of the options here.
My hands slide down his hard abs. I can feel the tick of his heartbeat in the pulsing veins winding up out of the top of his jeans. Curling my fingers through his belt loops, I pull him toward me, spreading my knees apart so he can stand in between my legs.
“Oh Marcus,” I say, my voice all trembling and breathy. “Isn’t there some other way for you to get even with Daddy?”
“The only other way to settle the score would be to steal his woman. But he’s single. Roxie doesn’t count.”
God, Marcus is just so rigid. Normally I would consider that to be an attractive trait in a man. It’s one of the things that turns me on so much about older men. They’re just so set in their ways.
But if I’m going to diffuse the present situation, I’m going to need Marcus to start thinking outside the box.
Or inside the box, depending on how you look at it.
“What if you claimed his little girl instead?” I suggest.
Marcus is towering over me, his massive body covering me entirely with his shadow. I see his eyes go wide. His pupils dilate.
“Tiffany,” he whispers. “Do you mean…”
I answer him by tugging his belt loops, pulling his pelvis toward my face. I lean forward and plant a soft, wet kiss on his skin, just above the top of his jeans.
“Yes,” I whisper.
I kiss him again, this time letting my tongue flicker out to lick his tight flesh. Tasting his tangy flavor on my tongue sends a thrill slithering down my spine, and warm heat spreads between my legs.
“Are you sure,” Marcus husks. “Are you sure you want this little one?”
Placing my chin on his tight belly, I tilt my head back and look up the towering height of his body to gaze into his dark eyes.
“I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make things right,” I tell him. “Besides, I’ve always had a pretty big crush on you Marcus. I think you already know that.”
Telling him that, admitting my feelings for him—it’s like a weight is lifted off of me. His groin is pressed against my chest now, and I can feel his bulge expand and harden against my breasts.
I start kissing and licking him again. The tip of my tongue slides over the chiseled grooves of his clearly defined abs. It runs in circles around his sexy belly button. He groans above me and pets my hair with his gloved hands.
“You’ve got to understand something,” he says. His voice is hitched, his breath shallow. “In order to even the score, I’ll have to possess you completely. I’ll have to own your body. That’s the only way.”
My tongue glides along those deep sexy tapered grooves that run from his hips to the root of his manhood hidden just below the waistline of his jeans.
“You can do whatever you want with me,” I breathe. “My body is yours to ruin.”
Marcus grips my head tightly with both hands. The feel of his leather gloves on my skin just makes it feel even kinkier. He jerks my chin up roughly, turning my face toward his. Then he runs his leather-clad thumb over the soft plumpness of my lower lip.
His gloved thumb slips inside my mouth, and suck it as I gaze into his dark eyes.
“Whatever I want?” he asks.
“Mm-hm,” I hum with my lips still wrapped around his thumb.
“All right, princess. We’ll do it your way. But you’d better be ready to give me exactly what I want.”
His thumb slides out of my mouth and strums my lower lip.
“I’m ready,” I gasp. “It’s all yours to take.”
“In that case, I think I’ll start by taking this pretty little princess mouth.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. My hands are already on this belt, frantically working to get it undone, but in my excitement, my fingers fumble with the buckle.
Then Marcus’s hands are on top of mine, stilling them. I look up into his dark face, and I can feel my lower lip tremble with anticipation.
“What’s the rush, baby girl? We have all night.”
He’s right. It’s just that I’ve never had this before, and now that it’s so close, I don’t want to wait another moment. But I’m going to let my alpha biker take control.
He takes my hands and places them on his hips, then he slowly starts to work the buckle of his leather belt. Once it’s undone, he slides the belt out of the loops, and it makes a satisfying, leathery pop as it finally slips free. He tosses it jangling to the floor.
I lick my lips as he slowly unfastens the buttons of his fly one by one. He knows how thirsty I am for him, and he’s going extra slow just to tease me.
Once the last button is undone, he slips his thumbs under the waist of his jeans, and I curl my fingers around his pockets, and together we drag his jeans down his hips
And then it happens. His cock—his beautiful, engorged erection—comes swinging upward out his jeans. The tip of it grazes my lips as it swings past.
“Oh my goodness,” I gasp.
I take a moment just to admire it. The shaft looks so thick and full, and it is lined all over with sensuous, winding veins, faintly blue beneath the skin. The smooth pink head gleams like a polished stone.
“Go ahead, princess. Touch it.”
Reaching out my fingertips, I touch his shaft. God, I’ve never touched anything quite like this before—as hard as steel but at the same time supple like leather.
Now I can see what all my sorority sisters have been raving about, although I’m absolutely certain they’ve never been taken by a cock like this one. This monster is one of a kind, and it’s about to defile my delicate little virgin mouth.
“I want to taste you,” I moan, my voice trembling.
Gripping his shaft, I hold his erection steady and plant a soft kiss just on the underside of his cock, right at the tender place where the head joins the shaft. Even though I’ve never had a dick in my mouth before, I’ve done my research. I know this spot drives guys wild, kind of like that secret, sensitive spot inside of me that I need help reaching.
“Oh fuck, baby doll. You know just what I like,” Marcus groans.
The tip of my tongue flicks his special spot, then swirls around his helmet, slickening it with saliva. His flavor drives me wild. His smell envelops me—his raunchy, masculine musk.
“Does that feel good, Marcus?” I ask him.
“It feels amazing, little one. But something’s still not quite right.”
“What about this?” I ask, before wrapping my needy lips around his aching bulb.
I suck his cockhead hard while I continue to tongue him inside my mouth. His fingers tangle through my hair and clutch it in tight fistfuls, making a delicious touch of pain prickle over my scalp.
“Fuck, princess, your mouth is incredible.”
Being praised by him gives me a little shiver of delight. I pull back just long enough to take a deep breath, then I dive in and really start sucking him like I mean it.
My head bobs up and down, and I slurp his shaft with long wet strokes of my lips and tongue. My mouth is watering so much that it drizzles down his shaft and his heavy balls. I grip him with one hand to stroke his pole in rhythm with my sucking. My other
hand meanwhile milks his hot sack.
“God you’re such a talented little thing,” he rumbles, “but now I know what’s missing.”
I slurp my mouth off his drenched rod, silvery threads of saliva stringing from his cock to my lips and chin.
“What?” I ask him gasping to catch my breath, “What’s missing?”
“If I’m really going to get even,” he growls, “if I’m really going to take his little girl, then I have to be your Daddy, at least for tonight.”
My pussy clenches and my clit swells with excitement. Under my shirt, my nipples are so hard it’s like they are carved from marble.
“Say it,” he rasps.
The words tremble in my throat, but they won’t come out.
“Say it.” His fist tightens in my hair.
“You’re my Daddy,” I blurt.
“That’s right. And you’re Daddy’s perfect little princess tonight.”
He loosens his grip on my hair and pets me. I nearly melt under my Daddy’s loving praise.
“Now be a good girl, and tell Daddy what you want.”
“I want you to fuck my face, Daddy,” I whine. “I want you to fuck my face till I gag”
His leather-gloved hands curve behind my head and pull me onto him, while his pelvis thrusts forward, ramming his enormous cock deep into my throat. I open wide to take him in.
He goes so deep inside me that the silky skin of his sack touches my chin. My eyes begin to water, but I keep them locked with his. I whine through my nose since my mouth is full of Daddy’s meaty dick.
“Shh, good girl,” Marcus whispers, smiling down at me lovingly. “Good little princess.”
Even though his words are so gentle and soft, the way he is penetrating my face is anything but. This is just what I’ve been needing—my biker Daddy’s rough and tumble love.
Marcus is grunting and groaning above me. He throws his head back and plants his cock deep in my mouth. With my tongue, I can feel something moving inside his cock, rushing up the length of it. Then he explodes inside me. Gout after gout of warm sticky fluid coats my tongue and the roof of my mouth. It slithers down my throat as I do my best not to choke on Daddy’s pulsing dick.
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