Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 101

"The House He Built"

Marcus define roles and party begins...

Friday, September 13th, 5:45 pm

Soft, pillowy lips touched mine in a velvet kiss that made my knees go weak.

A hand pressed against my chest.

My eyes fluttered open, and there was Natalie, lying over me.

She was stretched out next to me, her body completely nude. Her skin was molten next to mine, and her silky-smooth thigh lay across my thighs. Her plush lips left mine, and I felt the ache of their absence in my very core.

“There you are,” she whispered.

She smiled, warmth radiating from her gaze.

“Natalie? What are you—”

“Shhh,” she said. “Just enjoy it.”

I felt pressure on the cock. Gentle fingers wrapping around its girth.

Natalie's fingers ran up and down my chest, and their gentle fingers slid through my hair, sending chills down my spine. I moaned to her lips as she kissed me again.

Wait...

How could she be holding my dick?

My eyes flew open for real this time, only... it wasn't a pair of deep, dark, warm eyes I was looking into. I stared up into a sea of hazel.

Clear skin. Almost translucent. Strands of red hair, their roots fading into brown.

Jessica.

Her mouth was unlike dream-Natalie’s. It was more insistent—feverish.

I felt the whisper of fabric on my skin. She wasn’t naked either.

I did feel her soft hand on my cock, though. Her fingers gently worked up and down my shaft.

The first feeling that shot through me was annoyance. I had just spent the day with three gorgeous women I wanted severely and had just been dreaming about one of them—one I had longed for for a year.

Imagine my disappointment to find it was my ex-girlfriend jerking me off. It was her lips on mine instead of the one I really wanted.

As my waking consciousness began to claw its way back into existence, the annoyance melted away. The simple fact was that I was horny. And while Jessica was no Erin, Helen, or Natalie—she was a beautiful girl.

I slid my hands to the back of her head, pulled her firmly against me, deepening the kiss. My tongue immediately demanded access, and she granted it without hesitation.

Jessica whimpered—low, throaty, full of desire for something like this to happen. I returned it with a low growl—less desire for the woman, and more for what she could do for me.

I tore my lips from her and pulled hard on her hair, forcing her to look away so I could have clear access to the gorgeous expanse of flawless ivory that was her neck.

Diving in, my teeth found her soft skin, and it gave way as I sank in. A small grunt poured from her lips—pain mixed with pleasure. I ignored it and did it again, lower. I sucked and bit and chewed my way down her pale throat, leaving a trail of destruction and saliva in my wake. My fingers fumbled at the window of her dress, immediately falling into the expanse of cleavage between her bountiful breasts. I slid my fingers inside her dress, clamped my hands around the soft flesh of her tit, and firmly released it from its confines. The strain was too much for the dress, and the single button that held the dress's photo collar in place snapped, causing the front to spill open, releasing both tits.

My hands were busy with her tits as I continued to leave marks all over her fair skin, working my way down her collarbone into the hollow of her throat. My hands kneaded breasts too big for them, soft flesh spilling between my fingers as I ground her pale pink nipple against my palm. I clamped my fingers around that nipple and twisted, sinking my teeth into her neck just below her left ear.

She hissed in pain but didn’t say anything. She gripped the back of my head more firmly, her fingernails scraping across my scalp.

Still holding her hair firmly in my hand, I unceremoniously pushed her toward my crotch. Her fingers had been busy but erratic, and it just wasn’t enough.

She complied, stopping only briefly to press her lips against my chest, then my stomach, and then the sensitive side of my dick.

She was being too slow. Too gentle. I wasn’t having any of it.

I tightened my grip on her hair, placed my other hand on the back of her neck, and directed her mouth to the head of my cock.

The pressure of my tip against her cherry red lips was enough of a message—get on with it.

Jessica’s warm mouth surrounded the head of my cock as she swallowed it all. Half of my length was inside her in seconds. I groaned as my head fell back and hit the pillow. The feel of her tongue dragging along the sensitive underside was fucking incredible. I had a lot of feelings about Jessica that were hard to put into words, but one thing that was beyond certainty was that she knew how to blow me. Those weeklong visitations had paid off. We both lived on a budget, and after a few days of activities, we always found sex to be more affordable—and more fun. Jessica had learned a lot about what made me tick.

It quickly escalated from oral sex to skull fucking as the head of my cock penetrated her throat. My hands on the back of her head prevented her from having control, and the sound of her gagging around my length only drove me crazier with lust. Within a few minutes, I had almost my entire member down her throat, fucking it with the ferocity that left tears in her eyes as she tried to keep them on me. One hand worked the base of my shaft. Saliva ran down the corners of her mouth.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, feeling my climax quickly approaching.

I pulled her head off my cock, and she gasped as she drank in blessed oxygen. Her hand immediately began to fly up and down my length, knowing the stakes.

“Here it comes,” I growled. “On your face.”

She obeyed, and a heartbeat later, my first load let loose across her pretty, flawless cheeks. The next one came moments later across the bridge of her nose. The third one shot across her forehead, some of it landing in her hair. The remainder painted her lips, cheeks, and chin until my dick finally calmed down.

I groaned and released the back of her neck.

Jessica immediately set to work kissing and licking my member, cleaning it of any residual seed. I tugged on her hair, forcing her to back off my dick, and ran my fingers along her face, gathering my warm spend and pressing it to her mouth. Jessica devoured all of it without me having to order. She was no Bobbi. Jess wanted me back, and she was starting to make it clear that she would do whatever it took to make that happen.

We stared at each other as she continued to lick and suck the cum off my fingers. Her movements became more languid, and her gaze, more heated. She stared at me with an expectant look in her eyes.

I knew what she wanted, but I wasn’t going to give her anything to work with.

When her unspoken request went unanswered, Jessica tried to slip her hand between her legs.

“No,” I growled. “Not until I say you can.”

She stared at me as if I’d asked her to bring me the moon.

“I’m dead serious.”

She bit her lip, looking at me imploringly. She could turn on the Bambi eyes so easily, and that would’ve worked on old Marcus.

But she had nothing on some of the other sirens in my life, and I was starting to wise up a little more.

I rolled both of us over so that I lay on top of her, my grip still firmly on her hair.

I noticed that I’d been too attentive to one side of her neck. The result was that half her neck looked like a patchwork of pink and purple teeth marks, while the other half looked completely unscathed.

That wouldn’t do.

I leaned down and sucked hard on a large swath of her pale skin, running my teeth across it and sinking them in until she groaned and whispered, “Marcus...”

I finally released her and brought my lips near her ear.

“Get yourself cleaned up. Then get back to work.”

“That’s it?” she asked as I walked across the bed on my knees and slid off the mattress.

“For now,” I said, taking a moment to look back at her, sprawled across my bed with her tits hanging out, covered in love bites.

“We’ll pick this up later.”

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