Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 46

Marcus Sharpens His Plans - and his expectation.

Sunday, September 8th, unknown time

It had been cold throughout the night, and as I panted, I could see faint wisps of my breath roll into the faintly lit morning air.

As far as I could tell, that was the only indication that it was cold. Everything else was hot. Chloe’s breath washed across my face as she panted in my ear. Her warm, naked body was pressed against mine as she moved on top of me, riding with practiced rhythm. Her strong arms wrapped around my neck, pillowing my head, while my hands roamed the smooth planes of her back. My fingertips traced her rippling muscles, working in tandem with every motion of her hips.

Chloe was a woman of few words, and that extended into the bedroom. Her cool demeanor often gave the impression she was distant, maybe even uncaring, but I’d learned this morning that she could shed that facade just as the clothes she’d abandoned.

Last night had been amazing—hot, passionate, wild, all-consuming monkey sex. This morning was something else.

I’d woken to the feeling of Chloe’s hand wrapped around my cock, slowly stroking, making sure I was more than ready for her. Then she climbed on top of me, slid my hardness into her warm, buttery softness, and began to make love. That’s what it was. Not just sex—something deeper… richer. I could feel her need and hunger radiating through every square inch of her body as she moved against me, like she wanted to become part of me. In another setting, it could have been called romantic. And I was eating it up.

Chloe’s lips brushed my ear, and she took my earlobe between her teeth, gently chewing before releasing a soft, breathy moan. Her arms tightened around my neck—not uncomfortably. I turned into her neck, burying my face there and inhaling deeply as I rolled my hips to match her pace.

Her scent hit me hard.

We’d been running around the woods for most of the day—building shelter, tending wounds, getting drenched, and screwing each other’s brains out. Unsurprisingly, we weren’t exactly Alpine fresh. Her musk was heady, and her morning breath could’ve rivaled her fists in pure brutality. Honestly? I didn’t mind.

I’d lusted after Chloe for weeks, and it took a helicopter crash to finally have her in my arms, her body wrapped around me on a freezing Norwegian night. I’d take her any way I could get her.

Somehow, this sort of setting suited us for our first time. Chloe was never a high-maintenance woman. I’d only seen her in more than minimal makeup once—during our trip to Vegas. She took care of herself, sure, but there was something raw and earthy about her compared to the other women in my life, who wouldn’t leave the house without perfectly applied makeup. Her unshaven mound, the smudge of dirt across the bridge of her freckled nose, and the scent of sex and sweat after camping... it all felt weirdly right.

“Ungh,” Chloe whispered in my ear, nuzzling it with her nose. “I’m getting close.”

It was the first thing she’d said since we woke up.

I slid my hands down and gripped her toned ass, pulling her tighter against me. Each thrust made our bodies grind together with more friction, more urgency.

“Almost,” I whispered.

“Gah…” she gasped, pressing her face into the side of mine. “Thank you. It’s been too long.”

I let one hand leave her ass and slipped my fingers into her hair, gently coaxing her face away from my neck. Her arms loosened from my neck as she pulled back just enough for our eyes to meet. Her parted lips hovered above mine, and our breath mingled in the cold air as we stared at each other, still moving, still locked together. Her brows were drawn up in the middle, a look I’d come to recognize—raw need, the kind that only showed up in the seconds before release.

“I should be thanking you,” I said softly, letting my fingers slip from her hair. I slid my palm down her cheek, cupping it gently. “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

Chloe gave me a small, crooked smile—barely there, but for someone like her, it might as well have been a full-on grin. It was perfect.

She was perfect.

Chloe turned her face to press her lips into my palm as she let out a small mewling sound, shoving her hips down onto mine and keeping my length buried in her as she came. Her fluids washed over my cock, and I could literally feel them leak around my groin. The amount of lubricant this woman produced made it very evident when she came, and the feeling of my cock getting showered by her pussy pushed me over the edge.

I shoved my face into the side of her neck and groaned as I felt my balls contract, signaling the impending release of my fluids to mingle with hers. My fingertips buried themselves into her ass so hard that I had a passing concern that I might leave her with bruises on her ass, but I found it hard to care all that much. I simply couldn’t get enough of this powerful woman in my arms. I wanted to hang onto that moment just as firmly as I clung to her.

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