Chapter 6
Quinn
This guy I had just met, had taken me back to his place. Outside the Rusty Pelican, we had jumped into a passing cab and kissed in the backseat all the way to his apartment.
There was something raw and wild about him, who I knew nothing else about other than his first name. I had never done anything like this before. I had never just walked into a bar, picked a guy I wanted to fuck and asked him to take me back to his place.
The craziest thing about this entire situation was that the bar I had found him in belonged to my dad and there was a high possibility that this guy belonged to the same friend's circle as my dad’s. I’d noticed that he didn’t have the same patch on his leather jacket, but I wasn’t sure what that patch meant anyway.
He led me up to his apartment, and we stumbled in. He turned around and caught me by my waist, and his lips were on mine again. I had swallowed his come, his cock had been in my mouth, and now I was desperate to see him naked.
There was something sexy about making a big strong man like him, feel so powerless in my hands. He had lifted me up in his arms and was now carrying me to his couch, while our mouths remained fused.
I hadn’t been back home for more than a few hours, and already everything felt different. I had grown up in this city, I had spent practically my whole life here, and never before had something like this happened to me.
He tumbled me down on the couch and fell on me while his mouth found my neck. He was leaving a trail of wet kisses down my neck to my cleavage, while his hands peeled off my jacket and then cupped my breasts.
His hands were large and warm, and my breasts fit perfectly in them. Marco squeezed both before his thumbs started searching out my pebbled sensitive nipples through the thin fabric of my dress.
I arched my back, thrusting my breasts out towards him, while his hands traveled down my belly to the bottom hem of my dress. I gasped, as his warm hands brushed against the insides of my thighs. I wanted his cock again, this time in my pussy. I couldn’t believe how desperate I was for him. He knew how to make me feel powerful in my sexuality.
I reached for the buttons on his jeans, and I had just about undid them when Marco stopped touching me and stepped away from the couch.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, hearing the desperate sizzle in my voice. Had he changed his mind? Had he recognized me as Axel’s daughter? My mouth had suddenly run dry. If he knew who I was, chances were that he wouldn’t want to fuck me.
Marco straightened himself up and ran a hand through his hair.
“I think you should know something before we take this any further,” he said, and I crossed my brows with anxiety. What could he possibly tell me that was a bigger secret than the one that I was keeping?
“I lost my leg in Iraq. I used to be a marine,” he said and stroked his right thigh. I looked down at his legs with my brows still crossed in confusion.
“It’s a prosthetic,” he said, and he was peering into my eyes. I stared back at his face and parted my legs invitingly at him.
“I don’t care, Marco. Your cock is good enough for me,” I said and bit down on my lip. There was a silence for a few moments between us. He was trying to judge the truthfulness of my statement, and I wanted him to believe me. Him having a prosthetic leg didn’t matter to me. What mattered to me was how jaw-dropping sexy he was, and how he was capable of making me feel.
Marco undid his jeans while he stood in front of me. They dropped to his ankles. Even in the dim light of his living room, I could see the unmistakable prosthetic right leg. I looked up at his face, and then at the cock hanging between his legs. He was taking his t-shirt off, and I gulped.
His tattoos were intricate on his chest, his biceps bulged and he had six-pack abs that made me salivate as I stared at his masculine perfection. I had never thought that I would be attracted to a man like him, with his scruffy beard and his roughness, but that was exactly what I wanted right now.
“Get on your knees, Quinn,” he said, in a low deep voice.
His eyes had grown heavy and dark, and I could feel my pussy beginning to throb again.
I did what I was told. I sat up on the couch, and turned around, getting on my knees so that my breasts pressed into the back of the couch.
I sensed him step up to me. His hands were on my ass, and he flipped up my dress so that my panties were revealed to him. He tugged at the elastic and snapped it against my ass. I winced at the sting of it and then thrust my ass out towards him again. That felt good.
His large hands were on my ass, and he squeezed and kneaded them like dough. His cock grazed against me, and I felt a thrill run down my spine. I had never been with a man who was that big before. It hadn’t even fit in my mouth, and I was sure that it wasn’t going to fit in my pussy.
I didn’t want him to take it slow though, I wanted to feel his entire length plowing into me. I was breathing hard, waiting for the moment when he’d be inside me.
Marco’s hands were preparing me. He squeezed my ass and then with one hand, snapped my panty apart. It fell away from me on the couch, and he reached for my pussy.
I was staring at the wall, waiting for the moment when his fingers would touch my wet folds. He did, sliding his hand up and down my throbbing swollen slit. I was wet for him, ready to explode already. After I had a taste of him, his cock was all I wanted inside me.
“Good, you’re ready,” I heard him say.
His cock slid into me from behind, and I gasped and moaned. Inch by inch, Marco was thrusting himself into me, and I clutched the back of the couch tightly. He was big, too big for me and I could feel the friction of his big cock reaching deep inside me.
“Marco, please, harder!” I squealed, just as he slid his cock out of me. Then he picked up speed.
His cock was ramming into my pussy, and he grunted with every thrust. I couldn’t believe how close I was to coming so quickly. His cock pulsated inside my pussy, sliding in and out, reaching the farthest corners of my hot core. He grunted and moaned along with me, clutching my waist tightly with his large hands.
He slapped my ass once, twice and the sting of the slap made the pleasure even more unbearable. I knew I was going to come sooner than ever before.
He was still thrusting his cock when I orgasmed. I was screeching at the top of my lungs as I came. My body writhed, and my toes curled while he continued pumping his cock into me furiously.
“Fuck!” he growled angrily, and I felt him shoot inside me too. We were coming together. He groaned and cursed as he emptied his seed into me. My orgasm rose and fell till I was completely exhausted. I could feel my ass throbbing from the slaps he had landed on it. My pussy was full of his cock and his cum, and I could feel some of it trickling down the insides of my thighs.
Marco pulled his cock out of me with force, and I crashed forward on to the couch with an exhausted sigh.
He tumbled down over me, and our bodies were pressed together, our skin covered with films of sweat. Marco was on top of me, my cheek was pressed against the seat of the couch, and we were both exhausted.
It didn’t even feel like a one night stand, as I laughed. He was turning me around to face him, and he leaned forward and kissed my lips.
“You can stay here if you want to, you don’t have to leave,” Marco said, as his eyes roamed over my face.
What was I doing? I had just had sex with a stranger I met at my father’s bar, and now I was accepting his offer to fall asleep in his arms on his couch.