I love when Marcus fucks me like that.

The man knows each and every one of my hot spots.

And he loves to trigger each one, taking me into the abyss of multiple orgasms.

We’re lying on my bed, staring at each other deeply in the eyes. I feel a renewed sense of freedom in being with him, because at last, I was able to reveal the truth about my life.

Yes, I was forced to reveal the truth because of the bomb situation. And I don’t know that I otherwise would have ever told him who I really am. But as it is, the fact that my group betrayed me and the fact that I needed to rely on Marcus so much...well, it turned into a good thing.

This experience has taught me that maybe I can’t do it all on my own. He had to come rescue me, and all I feel is gratitude for that. And I feel like I can trust him, so that’s why I let him into my life a little bit more.

He wasn’t judgmental or anything. In fact, he didn’t seem surprised to know that I’m a hacker. I wonder about this, because most people would be astonished by that. But not Marcus.

He kept his cool, and maybe that’s just his thing. Maybe he didn’t want to appear surprised in front of me. I don’t know, but I don’t want to waste this moment wondering about that.

“I have to thank you again,” I say. “You fixed everything. If you hadn’t been here, I hate to think about what could’ve happened.”

Indeed, I cringe just thinking about the violence that could have ensued had Marcus not been here. I didn’t know he has the resources and the connections to make things happen in this town, but thank god he did.

He notices that I’m upset just thinking about the bomb threat. And so he embraces me, and I snuggle in deep, close to his warm chest. I feel at last as though everything is going to be okay.

He starts to kiss me, and I feel his passion―his cock is starting to rise. He so hard and so big. Lust and desire fill my body, and all I can think about is having his giant cock inside of me again.

I hold it and stroke it, just enjoying the heavy weight and thickness of his manhood. He’s so well-endowed. It’s like a gift that keeps on giving.

He’s kissing me hard, and I know I’ll never tire of his masculine taste. He always has this scent and taste of musk about him. It’s his natural flavor, and I find myself craving more of it, more of him.

He’s kissing me with fervor, and I return his affections because suddenly being with him is the only thing that matters. I want more and more and more...

He knows me. And he still wants me.

There’s no more holding back now.

He kisses me so intently that I feel myself melting. The truth is…I think I’m falling for him. And I think I can finally admit it.

He kisses and bites on my lips. Our passion is rising. My pussy becomes so wet, and all I can think about is sating the desire that rises within me for him.

I use my hand to circle his cock, and I know he likes it…but I know he’d like something else a little bit more.

I deliver one final kiss to his mouth before trailing kisses down his chiseled pecks and torso. I slide my tongue across his rippled muscles.

And I gently scratch my fingernails down his skin until my mouth finds his 12-inch cock.

I wrap my lips around his throbbing member. I know he’s hard for me and only me. I imagine that I’m the only woman in his life, and fuck, that turns me on so much.

I go slowly at first, teasing and sucking the tip of his cock with my tongue before licking my way up-and-down his enormous shaft. I want him so badly that it’s hard to hold back.

Besides, he saved me from an awful situation, and I can show my gratitude by being totally submissive to his giant manhood.

I have an indescribable need to show him how badly I want him. I slide his cock deeply down my throat. I want all of him, and there’s no better way to get that than making sure his cock is all mine.

He’s breathing heavily and gasping as I get him more and more worked up. And soon, I feel those fingers threading through my hair so that he can push me down on him even harder. He loves to make sure I at least try to take in every inch of him.

Of course, it’s damn near impossible because his cock is enormous―but I will always be willing to find out how much of it I can take.

He pushes it down my throat, and I finally deliver a gag. Before, when I didn’t know who he was, I refused to gag no matter how badly my body needed to. It felt like defeat.

But now that I trust him, I can let everything go and just be myself.

He gently pulls at my hair to help guide me into a rhythm that he likes. I take his cock in expertly and find that rhythmic motion that sends him into overdrive.

I’m blowing him furiously, with passion, taking him in and out that my throat becomes sore from all the friction. And yet it’s a soreness I welcome, because it comes from pleasuring him―and that makes me want to come, too.

He pulls my head down on his cock and holds it still while he empties his seed down my throat. Deep-throating is apparently his thing. Luckily, it’s mine, too.

I pull up and stare at him with cum dripping down the sides of my mouth. He smiles in a villainous sort of way now that he’s had his way with me.

I wipe my mouth and lay next to him right in the crook of his arm. I feel like somehow, I belong here. I feel like with him I’m at last home or at least stable for now.

“That was so fucking good, Katy. Where’d you learn to blow a guy like that?” he asks me.

“It’s you,” I say. “You bring it out of me. Before I met you, I didn’t really enjoy being with anyone. I didn’t enjoy anything, really. I was just this shell of a person, living this unsettling existence, wondering what it was all about.” I turn and look at him before continuing, “But you’ve made me feel alive. I actually belong somewhere. And I guess that brings out my greatest passion.”

He holds me close and says, “Katy, I feel the same way about you. I’ve never met anybody like you, and I just want you to know that I think about you all the time.”

His words bring a smile to my face. For once in my life, I allow myself to think about the future and to think that maybe I could be happy.

Maybe there’s more to life than running and hiding. Maybe I deserve love.

I allow myself to dare to hope for a brighter future. With Marcus, everything seems possible.

I lean back on the pillows and think of my new life. No more sneaking around in the shadows. No more feeling like I’m always on the run.

I think that, at last, life―or destiny or fate or what have you―has given me a turn at happiness. It’s a new feeling, one that scares me a little, but the idea of being with Marcus is so tempting that I just allow my mind to go there―and I allow my heart, too.

There’s never been one person in life that I can trust. And yet with this man, I feel like I can finally open up.