Chapter Three

 

Melanie

I couldn’t lie and say it didn’t hurt. It did, but it was the kind of pain that led to pleasure. I was here with Marcus, giving my virginity to him … taking his in return.

I wanted more; needed it.

“Tell me you’re okay. I need to make sure you are.” The concern in his voice was genuine.

“I’m fine.” I smiled and lifted my hands to smooth them along his wide, muscular shoulders. “I didn’t want him to stop.”

He didn’t move for long moments, just allowed me time to adjust to his size, to get accustomed to the massive length of him wedged deep in my body. I was stretched, felt so full. He consumed every part of me.

“I love you,” he whispered, then started moving, back and forth inside of me, slowly making that discomfort fade away.

I stared into his face, a part of me still wondering if this was real. I didn’t care that we were in someone else’s room and a party. I didn’t care that there were drunken people right downstairs. Right here, right now with Marcus … that’s all that mattered.

“I love you, too,” I whispered.

We were each other’s, and nothing else mattered.

His motions were consuming.

“Hold onto to me, touch me.”

I reached up and grabbed his shoulders, the muscles tight beneath my hands.

I curled my nails into his skin and he only moaned.

Marcus started pulling out and pushing in a little harder, a little faster. Beads of sweat covered his temple, and his focus was on me.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he groaned the words out. “You are mine, Melanie. Only mine.”

I couldn’t even hear the sounds of the party downstairs. The only thing that penetrated my lust-filled mind was the sound of our combined breathing. His big body over mine pushed me deeper into the mattress, and I spread my legs wider, letting him full sink into me.

I held on, not wanting him to stop, not wanting this to end and so I smoothed my hands along his arms, his skin slick with perspiration, his big body moving fluidly over mine.

He pushed into me especially hard and pleasure slammed into me.

“God, yes, Marcus.” I moaned.

He grunted, closed his eyes, and thrust in deep. I arched my back, my breasts thrust out and brushing along his chest.

“This is so fucking good,” he whispered harshly. You feel so damn good. I could never have fully envisioned this.” He stared right in my eyes. “My fantasies don’t do the real thing justice.”

I wanted this to last, but I also wanted to feel that breath-stealing explosion that I knew only Marcus could give me. He’s the only one I wanted, the only person who could ever make me feel this way.

“Kiss me. More. Please. God, more, please.” I pleaded for it all. I wanted it all.

He kissed me passionately, making me breathless. He really started moving then. There was no more slow and easy, gentle and sweet. He was fucking me and I loved it.

“So good.”

He pulled out, only the thick head of his dick at my entrance now then he thrust back into me, harder.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Damn you’re so tight, so hot and wet.” He thrust deep in me again, pushing me up on the mattress, my back burning slightly from the friction.

He looked into my eyes. “You are my life.”

I felt my breasts shake from the force of his thrusting. My nipples were hard, the air making them stiffer, aching for his mouth.

“This is how it’s supposed to be. This is how I saw being with you, but so much better, so much perfection.”

I lifted up, using my elbows to brace my upper body on the mattress, and watched his cock move in and out of me. His dick was long and thick, and when he pulled almost all the way out, I saw the glossiness of my arousal coating the length.

“You like watching me fuck you, like how I’m giving you my virginity and you’re taking mine?”

“Yes,” I said and nodded, but the word came out more like a moan.

He shifted a little more, grabbed my hips, and pulled me down, thrusting in deep.

“God. Yes, Melanie.” And then he went onto his knees, slowed his thrusting, and reached between our bodies. He ran his thumbs along my pussy lips, gently, thoroughly.

“I want more,” I begged.

“This is agony.” He had his hands on my waist again and dug his fingers into my hips.

“Don’t hold back, Marcus,” I cried, needing that friction.

Marcus grabbed my hips and started pushing in and pulling out of me faster, harder. “You’re. Mine.”

“It’s so fucking good. Tell me how good it is. Tell me how much you love me.” He slammed deep into me and I groaned. “I love you, Melanie. I fucking love you so much it.” Marcus consumed me.

I was so close to getting off, and I wanted to tell him, but I couldn’t form the words. He leaned back, placed his thumb on my clit, and rubbed that bud back and forth. I was so wet his actions were seamless in their motions.

“I want to see you get off. Let go for me, baby.”

And then, like his words were all I needed, I came for him. I moaned loud, my voice carrying high.

“Yeah that’s it,” he said, his voice deeper, gruff. I knew he was close. I clenched my pussy around his cock and heard him curse. “Fuck, I’m going to come.” He started pumping harder, faster. “I love you so much.” He thrust in deep. “You’re it for me. No one else will ever take your fucking place.” He leaned back and looked at where we were connected. “So. Fucking. Hot.”

He looked back at me, and I could see his control was gone.

I felt my inner muscles clamp down hard on him as if trying to draw him in more. We both moaned in unison, the heat in the room increasing, our skin sticky, the product of our exertion evident.

“Fuck, yes.” He pushed into me harder, harder. “I need to fill you up, make you mine.”

I gasped.

“I want you to take all of my cum. Take it all, baby.”

I closed my eyes and arched, the pleasure increasing. I cried out, my orgasm slamming into me, pulling me further down until I couldn’t breathe let alone think.

“I’m coming,” he groaned and pumped into me once, twice, and on the third time buried his length deep in my body, pumping his seed into me.

His big, muscular body was rigid above me, and this deep, almost guttural sound left him as he went over the edge.

It was long seconds before his body finally relaxed. And only then did he rest his full weight on me. We breathed in and out harshly, but soon our respirations became even. “Let’s stay like this forever,” I whispered, knowing it probably sounded silly, but unable to stop the words from leaving.

“That sounds like perfection to me, baby.” He kissed me once more before rolling to the side. He pulled me in close, our sweaty bodies pressed together, our hearts beating as one.

Marcus wrapped a muscular arm around my waist, and pulled me impossibly closer to him, my back to his chest. I could have fallen asleep this way, warm and protected, the man I loved cradling me.

I felt wetness leave me—his cum starting to slip from my body. I shifted on the bed, turning so I could look at him. He had this glazed over look on his face, an expression of content pleasure.

I knew we probably should have taken precautions, because a baby wasn’t what either of us needed right now. But the heat of the moment had gotten to us, and I trusted Markus. I trusted him with my life.

Before I knew what he was doing, he had his hand between my legs. I gasped, my sensitivity there, but my desire stronger.

He stared right into my eyes, his focus intense. “This is mine always. You’re mine”

A shiver worked its way through me. He smoothed his fingers through my folds, and teased my clit.

“I’ll never get enough. He cupped my cheek. “It’s always been you, Melanie. No one will ever take your place.” He pulled me closer, his big body blanketing mine. “I won’t let you go.”

“Good, because I don’t want you to let me go. Never.”

He loved me. I loved him, and we would be together.

“I hate we waited so long,” I finally said.

He crushed me to him, the air leaving me, his body tense against mine.

“I’ve been waiting my entire life for this, for you.”

I shifted so I could look into his face. There wasn’t anywhere else I’d rather be. “I love you.”

“God, I love you, baby.” He kissed me. “You’re mine.”

Yes. Yes I was.