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 more―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.

I sink into her, and she cries out before I kiss her enough to muffle the sound and she can let her scream go full force.

For a second, I just hold her there. I hold her slim hips between my hands and just enjoy the feeling of being inside of her. Then I grip her a little more aggressively and start to thrust into her.

“Look at me, Katy. I want to see your eyes while this happens,” I demand.

She looks up into my eyes, and the connection there is deep. We are on fire for each other. It’s a fire that neither one of us wants to squelch.

And it feels so fucking good to just be inside of her that I wonder what’s happening to me.

Usually, I can pull away, put some distance between me and a gorgeous woman, but she’s somehow different.

I plunge and thrust into her deeply and kiss her at the same time. She does her best to hold my gaze, just as I commanded. I’m biting and kissing her lips while pushing my shaft into her tight little pussy.

I twist her nipple between my fingers, and that forces her to scream my name with pleasure.

She bites her lip and tries to hold back, but there’s no holding back with me. I want all of her. I want her to be vulnerable and mine.

We’re fucking so hard and people began to knock on the powder room door. That only adds to the spontaneity of the moment. I know we’re both getting off on the fact that we’re here in a public place.

She clasps her hands around my neck, and I push into her as deeply as she can take it. I’ve got her stretched out to her max.

“Are you ready to come, baby? Come with me. Let’s do it at the same time,” I say.

She takes my direction, and with one look in my eyes, she knows that it’s time for us to come together. I plunge into her deeply and spray my hot load into her, just as she herself lets go around my cock. I press my lips against her own to drown out the noise of her screaming.

I love how she can’t hold back crying out for me.

People are banging on the door, but neither of us seems to notice because we’re on fucking cloud nine. When you come like this, so intensely, with a person who is so fucking intense, there’s just no comparison. I’m in the cosmos, and so is she.

And I don’t want to come down from this ever.

I hold her there on the sink for a while longer, savoring the feeling of being inside of her as her pussy quivers around me. She’s kissing my chest and whimpering. I know that tonight will be memorable for her. She’s likely never been fucked like this, not so hard by so big of a man.

And that thought somehow appeases me. I know that even if Katy somehow escapes my grasp that she will forever remember this one night when I made her come so many times.

I pick her up and set her down off the sink. She bends over and splashes more cold water on her face just like when I found her here.

This time she’s trying to cool down from me, not escape.

We attempt to straighten up, and I give her a quick kiss before we open the door to see a line of women waiting to get in.

Once they see me, they become a little bit kinder. I have that effect on women. They seem not to notice or care that I’m with Katy. They just see the chiseled jaw and the suit and it’s enough to make them attracted to me.

Some of them look at Katy with jealousy. Some of them can’t take their eyes away from me.

“I’m sorry, ladies, that was my fault. The room is all yours,” I say, pulling Katy through the crowd.

We make our way back to the table where I order another round of drinks. I order her a Manhattan, and she takes the cool drink gratefully. We both need something to take the edge off after a night such as this.

“Baby, do you think we should go? I’d like to take you back to my place,” I say.

She nods her head yes.

A part of me wishes that I didn’t have to go back to that dummy flat. I’d rather take her home to my penthouse, a place that’s more my style. Then I could lock her in with me for days.

I imagine just fucking her over and over again in the penthouse where every amenity is available so that we would never have to leave.

But as it is, I have to keep up the front of being some activist person. I have to keep spying on Katy, though my feelings are turning in a new direction.

All of it surprises me, and I wish that I could just lay bare the truth for her. But if I were to do that, and if she were to turn away from me, then my company might truly fall apart.

I can’t have that happen, and as much as I hate to do it, I silently vow to keep up this act.

“It’s time to go,” I say as I take her hand and lead her out of the jazz club that we will forever remember.

We walk out to the parking lot, and the cool air is a welcome change to the intense heat of the jazz club bathroom.

I take her hand and she clutches on to mine. For once, I feel at peace.