Marcus is lying on the soft pillows that adorn my bed.

I’m glad that at least someone besides myself can enjoy them.

He’s taken notice of the fact that they’re about the only glamorous thing in my apartment. Besides my high-tech computer set up, I’ve got bedding and…that’s about it.

Of course, I can’t reveal the reason why. How could I ever tell him the truth? What would I say?

Hey Marcus, I’m a hacker. I steal millions of dollars from big banks and financial corporations. I don’t have any stuff because I’m always on the edge of my seat wondering if I’m going to need to run away.

If I told him that, it would be the fastest way to get him out of my life. People are always afraid of my truth. I found that out the hard way.

When I even try to mention what I do to someone, obviously omitting the fact that I’m a burglar, they often run.

People don’t understand my life, and that’s fine. It’s fine because I know in the end, I’m helping a lot of people by donating to organizations that need the funds. It’s my mission in life to help people who are less fortunate like I was.

The fact that I grew up so poor without a family never escapes me for one day.

When I see a father hold his daughter, I get jealous because I didn’t have that. When I see a mother doting on her children, I feel envious because I didn’t have that. When people talk about going home for the holidays and being together on Christmas, I feel left out because I have nothing of the sort.

Being so different from most of society makes one build certain walls of comfort. I know who I am, and I know that I can always take care of myself. These are my walls.

I know that I can’t be with one person or in one place for too long because I might get in trouble with the cops. These are my boundaries.

I know that I’m a loner and that it will always be this way. This is my truth.

While Marcus is attempting to scale my walls and to break them down, I’m trying to be sure at every turn that he never quite gets into my heart. To let him do so would mean a tragic fate.

He might turn me into the cops or simply turn away because I’m too much for him, too complicated.

Marcus lies back on my bed as though he doesn’t have a care in the world. It’s moments like these that make me wish for a normal life. I wish this could be our reality every single day.

But I have to push these thoughts from my mind and just enjoy Marcus for the time that I have him.

I take a swig of my beer, and it goes down my throat nicely. The beverage is starting to bring me back to life.

“You know, I nearly passed out there for a second. I was seeing stars,” I say to him.

He looks at me happily and says, “I know. That was kind of the point.”

“You know you’re fucking amazing in bed, right?” I ask.

He’s got a smug expression on his face like he does know. There’s a cocky side to Marcus for sure. I know he’s a playboy, but I just don’t understand how that fits into his activist lifestyle. How does he manage such disparate worlds?

“You’re pretty amazing yourself,” he says to me.

I laugh at his honesty and candor.

I don’t say, however, that I’m amazing only because of him. He brings it out of me. He’s so fucking hot that somehow I’ve become a vixen when I’m with him.

All I want is sex. All I need is him.

It makes me wish again and again that this love affair could last, but alas, today is all we have.

With that in mind, I decide to make the most of this day. I get in between his legs and start to go down on him, ensuring that he’ll get nice and hard for me again.

It doesn’t take long for his hot cock to harden. He’s got the stamina of a fucking bull. I suck the tip of his cock and encircle the bottom part with my hand.

He sighs heavily and enjoys what I’m doing. I want him so badly that I find myself cupping his balls in my hand and massaging them. I suck and tease, taunt and lick his cock until it’s so hard that I know I won’t be able to hold back for another second.

I climb on top of him and slowly insert his cock inside of me. I let it go in inch by inch instead of all at once. He’s too big to take all at once.

And that’s definitely part of the appeal.

Luckily, I’ve got him nice and wet with spit so that I’m able to slide on top of his cock fairly easily.

From my vantage point, he looks like a rugged model taken straight from the runway―except he’s quite a bit larger than your typical model. His muscles and strength appeal to me. I watch his abs ripple and move as I start to ride him gently.

I make eye contact with him the entire time, and it’s fucking hot. To be staring at him, the man I’m falling for, who returns my gaze with such intensity, is a rare thing.

We have this connection that neither of us will talk about, but both of us feel. I know he doesn’t fuck every girl the way he fucks me. I’m sure of it.

I circle my hips so that I can feel his cock against every part of me. And then I clench down and ride him really hard. His cock is sliding against my G-spot, and swirls of pleasure start to radiate throughout my body.

He looks at me with a sense of awe. He seems entranced by me from this angle.

It’s exactly what I want. I want him to admire my body and my perfect tits.

He starts to finger my magic button, and electricity shoots out of me as pulsing, warm radiation continues to flow from my G-spot. It’s all working well together, a beautiful combination for the most intense orgasm.

“Katy, you look so hot from this angle. Your tits are fucking great,” he says, looking up at me.

I tilt my hips and find the perfect place for his cock to hit inside of me. He grabs my hips and pulls me down to him even deeper. I didn’t think I could take in any more of him, but apparently, it’s possible.

I slow my motion to draw out the pleasure. And then I start cupping and massaging my tits because I know he’ll love it. I’m rotating around his huge giant cock while twisting my nipples and looking at him seductively, trying to translate how I feel.

When I do this, it turns him on so much that he grabs me by the waist and pulls up. Our lips meet and we’re held together in a tantalizing kiss. His tongue and taste is telling me everything I need to know about our connection.

He takes control and makes sure I slide up and down his cock at a nice rhythm. He forces me to go slow at first, and then he speeds up my motion, meeting me in the middle so that we’re fucking hard.

He whispers in my ear, “You’re mine. If you think you’re ever going to be with another man, you’re mistaken.”

I love the words that he says, but in the back of my mind, I’m wondering how true it can be. Does he care about me? Or is this the kind of ploy he uses in bed with all his women?

I don’t have time to question him much further because he’s pumping his essence into me and just the thought of that makes me come around his cock so hard. I cry out and hold his neck for support.

He’s kissing my tits and making the most of his own orgasm. For the time being, we’re united in both of our bliss. I’ve never come this hard in my life.

I felt things in my body today that I didn’t know were possible. He did all of that to me. He brought it all out of me.

And inside, I feel a nagging sense of despair, even as he pumps the final remnants of his essence into me. I know that ultimately, this can’t last.

This happiness is not for me. I am destined to go through life alone, and while the thought is depressing, I’ve also resigned myself to my fate.

I pull off of him, and we’re both breathing heavily as we lie next to each other on my soft bedding.

Without a word, he hands me his beer and I take it. It tastes so good. It does something to calm my beating heart.

I hand it back to him, and he finishes it off, and then we both just lie back and think about the intensity of what’s just happened.