Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 177

Introduction:

Marcus wakes up to a much better reality.

Date and Time Unknown

"Fuck!"

Something tickled my balls, and I woke with a start, my body jerking in a half situp, looking around wildly as I tried to piece together who I was and where I was being held. My sudden movements had the unfortunate side effect of shoving an unexpected extra inch of dick down someone's mouth. Her gagging drew my attention as she backed off my cock, and I looked down to see a curtain of charcoal-black hair draped over my crotch. I felt cool saliva and drool coat the sides of my member.

Suddenly, none of that mattered as most of the muscles in my body cried out simultaneously, reminding me that I was in no fit condition to jerk them around like that. I dropped back down on the bed with a groan and stared up at the ceiling.

My ceiling.

I was in my bed. Back in my house. My apartment. The expensive apartment I owned set in the New York skyline. Everything came flooding back - Vegas, the threesome with Ashlee where I caught Chloe watching, the rooftop party, Charity, Ray, the kidnapping, the beatings, Natashya with a gun to her head, the doctor on the plane.

I looked at the woman whose lips were currently wrapped around my dick and reached down to slide my fingers through her thick black hair, parting it to see who it was that I'd nearly suffocated with my penis. A green eye peered up at me as she continued suckling on the head of my cock; her tongue circled it before the tip ran up and down my piss slit. She smiled at me around it and then removed it from her mouth, sitting on her haunches and reaching up to pull her mane out of her face,

Already completely undressed, Danni's perky tits sat high on her chest as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail. I took in the sight of the pink nipples capping her pale breasts and marveled at the sight of her near-flawless skin. It felt like forever since I'd seen her. Her smile was dazzling, and her emerald eyes sparkled at me as she put the finishing touches on her ponytail. She cocked her head to the side, and her smile became a touch shy under my gaze.

"Hi" she said. Her warm, affectionate voice melted my heart.

"HI" I said and grinned. The right side of my face twinged in pain as I did a constant reminder that someone had beaten me for three days. There was no way she could have liked the view, yet somehow, she looked at me like a lovestruck schoolgirl.

I must have winced because she suddenly looked concerned and said, "Does it hurt?"

"A little," I admitted, "but I'll live. I can't imagine it's much to look at, though."

"Not really," Danni said. She carefully picked up one leg and carefully straddled me, reaching under her to grasp my erect cock and position it so that the tip was lodged between her already wet pussy lips. "You look like a boxer after a tough fight. It's kind of hot"

Her look became uncertain, and she glanced down at my crotch and then back up at me.

"Is this okay?"

I nodded. "Please. Just be gentle. I'm still pretty sore."

Grinning, Danni lowered herself on me, and closed my eyes as the ecstasy of entering her washed over me. I loved the feeling of my cock head spearing her for the first time, experiencing a little bit of initial friction until her juices fully coated me. I placed my hands on her hips and squeezed them a little, opening my eyes to see her gazing down at me affectionately.

God, I really missed this sweet girl. Out of all the women I'd been with, Danielle was undoubtedly the sweetest and kindest. I never heard an unkind word from her, she was always obliging. She gave off a soothing aura like a balm on my soul. I felt safe with Danni... taken care of.

Once she had me firmly lodged Inside her, she gingerly placed her hands on my chest while watching my reaction to make sure I wasn't in any pain. She slid her cool hands up and down my chest as she started slowly fucking me, lifting herself up so that only the tip remained and then dropping herself back down until her crotch

met mine. With every thrust, I could feel the walls of her pussy clench around my dick while the mushroom head pressed against the back of her cervix.

She leaned forward, keeping one hand on my chest while supporting herself with the other as she slowly rode me. Giving me a look with those bedroom eyes, she brought her face close to mine and brushed our noses in an Eskimo kiss. "I wish I'd gone with you. I hated you being away."

As much as I wanted to return that sentiment, I thought better of it. Having her in Vegas would have meant the possibility of her being kidnapped along with Natashya and me. I had a suspicion of what they did to the dancer, and given Danielle's sweet disposition, I was sure they would have broken her. No... as much as I would have enjoyed wining and dining her in Sin City, it was for the best that she stayed behind and that we reunited just like this.

"In different circumstances," said, "I would have loved that."

Her hand slid up my chest to cup the side of my face - the least damaged half-and gently pressed her lips to the other side. She started showering it with warm, wet little kisses as if trying to heal my bruises with her affection. Each kiss stung a little, but it was a welcome feeling when it meant receiving love from this beautiful, fair angel.

"Erin called me after you were taken. I was so scared we had lost you, Marcus." She pressed her lips to my cheek so that the comer of her mouth brushed mine and continued to talk, her words soft and sweet. "I was afraid I'd never see you again or do this."

Her lips slid a fraction of an inch across mine so they rested squarely on each other. She lightly pressed hers against my lips and gave me a sweet, chaste kiss that I returned with equal sweetness. Over the next minute, her kiss slowly started to heat up; her lips parted, and she reached up to capture my top lip between hers, suckling on it as a small whimper escaped her. I, in turn, captured her succulent bottom lip between mine and did the same. My tongue lapped at the morsel of Danni I was sucking on, and she immediately reacted by meeting mine with her own, and we began dueling tongues as our kiss continued to grow in intensity.

Our kiss turned into a full make-out session, with my hands running up and down her silky skin as she still rode me. Her pace was languid and leisurely, enjoying the feel of each other as we copulated. It was only when I felt her fingertips dig into my chest that I yelped in pain, tearing my lips from hers.