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“You really are a piece, Fia.” Marlon said.

If I had to describe Marlon’s next move, I would call it a lunge. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pushed his mouth aggressively onto mine. He was voracious, shoving his tongue deep into my closed mouth as he pulled me closer. He was not hesitant to grab me as he wanted, groping my breasts with his calloused hands. His lips were surprisingly soft though, and maybe that’s why—instead of pushing him off of me—I slipped my tongue into his mouth.

I hadn’t been kissed since Luca had rejected me. Soft, sensitive, sweet Luca. The complete opposite of Marlon, who was basically a human jockstrap. But Marlon’s forwardness turned me on. He wanted me, any and all of me, as evidenced by his pawing at my bust and hips.

I flung one hand around the back of his neck. All these young guys got a haircut every three days, kept their hairlines trimmed and tight. For all his faults, Marlon wasn’t dirty, just sleazy. His cologne was surprisingly tasteful, and I was getting a pretty big whiff of it as I let him make out with me.

He squeezed my breasts hard with his hands as he continued to massacre my mouth with his. Was I really going through with this? Having sex with a guy I didn’t really even want to talk to? Mobster scum, son of mobster scum. A family that made their money off of horse betting and chop-shops? I didn’t deserve Luca. Maybe Marlon was what I deserved.

And then I felt his tense arms through his ugly collared shirt and remembered the recent gym selfies I’d seen posted on his Instagram story.

“Let’s go back to my place,” I whispered.

* * * * *

To recap: Marlon was a bouncer at my uncle’s club. I’d known him since we were both kids and he was the exact type of guy I always said I would never mess around with: a meathead, a womanizer, a lowlife with lowlife friends. And yet I also never thought I’d get rejected as hard as I had by Luca, the boy I’d been in love with for two decades. Luca was afraid to mess around with a mob boss’s niece. Marlon was either too dumb or too horny to consider the consequences.

I was glad no one saw us creep into my apartment because I was already preemptively humiliated by the idea that someone might see him in my apartment, in his hideous button-down paired with a gold crucifix. I was wondering if I really was making a mistake when we stumbled inside, him kissing my neck incessantly as I fumbled with the door. Maybe I should just have a glass of wine.

“Do you want something to drink?” I asked.

“Sure, baby.”

I cringed, stepping into my tiny kitchen to get the half bottle of white wine in the fridge. As I poured two glasses, Marlon stepped behind me. He rubbed his hips against me, put his entire body against mine as I pressed up against the counter, and then gently bit my ear.

“You smell really good,” he purred into my ear. That’s always been a trigger for me. He kissed my ear softly and I trembled, inadvertently. “Oh…. Well you like that, don’t you?”

I set the bottle of wine down, my hands shaking, as he worked his mouth around my earlobe. It was like he could sense each tiny nerve ending. He exactly how and where to flick his tongue to make me wriggle. He groped my body aggressively as he kissed and nibbled, filling his hands with my body.

I didn’t need wine. I wasn’t drunk at all but I felt lightheaded to his touch. My body had taken over completely. I was grinding my hips against his hard cock in long, slow motions, one arm tossed back to try to feel his hair. He unbuttoned my blouse with one careful hand and I shimmied it off. Then he reached under my skirt and pulled my panties off.

“I don’t think you need these anymore,” He whispered softly.

I could feel myself dripping as he put his hand up my skirt, gripping my illegal bahis thighs, stroking the hair on my vulva. I wanted him so, so badly. My entire body was on fire. I had not expected this type of passion from him, had expected him to jackhammer me for a minute and leave, but he seemed fixated on my body and on my pleasure.

“My bedroom’s—” I whimpered. I could barely speak. “It’s just down the hall.”

“Lead the way, baby.” He said, grabbing the wine off the counter. I was no longer cringing at his pet-name. I left my underwear on the kitchen floor as I walked through my tiny apartment and pushed open the little sliding door that led to my room.

I sat on the bed, pulling off my skirt. Marlon whipped his shirt off over his head, then flexed at me. “Like what you see, baby?”

“Don’t make me change my mind.” I said, remembering the cold tone I usually took with him.

“Oh, we both know that’s not going to happen.” He bent over me, like a tiger approaching its prey. His crucifix necklace danged in the air between us. I touched his arm which was hard as marble. Every muscle was like a taut rope against his body, his body cut and chiseled. The gym selfies hadn’t lied. If anything, they diminished his true form. “Take your bra off.”

“Take your pants off.” I snapped back.

“You wanna see the body, baby?” He said, winking. He dropped a few steps back and stripped out of his tank top and jeans. Marlon stood there, proudly, in just his briefs. He knew what he looked like, and he could see the effect it was having on me. I wasn’t fucking him for his personality—and he wasn’t fucking me for mine. Neither of us liked each other. I think our natural repulsion for each other was what turned us on.

And when he took me by the waist to toss me further up on the bed and pounced on me like a beast, I knew this wouldn’t be the last time I degraded myself with him.

“Condoms are in the top drawer.” I said, in between kissing him.

“Well, hang on just a minute.” He bent low on the bed, grabbed me by my thighs, and yanked me down to him. I’ll admit it. It was incredibly hot. He ran his finger around my hips, teasing me. And then suddenly he threw my legs open, rubbing his hand against me before pulling them off and pressing his face against my vagina.

“God, you smell so good.” He said slinkily. I was dripping wet. The more I wanted to resist him, the more I couldn’t help myself. He began to softly kiss my vulva, then started to lap at me with his tongue. His mouth was inescapable, soft and tense and unending. I whimpered. Couldn’t help it. I was going to let this idiot—this lughead—have sex with me and I was going to love it.

He gently slid a finger, then another, into my vagina, moving them in and out slowly as his tongue sped up on my clitoris. He was loud, sucking and kissing me wetly. The noise turned me on, his obvious desire just made me wetter until suddenly I couldn’t bear it.

I let out a long, desperate mewl before closing my eyes and letting my orgasm flow through me. My legs quivered in his grasp as I came hard against his face. My hips left the bed as I came. Fireworks were bursting behind my eyelids, each hair on my body was standing straight up.

He removed himself from me, slowly, as pleasure rocked through me. He took a pull from the wine bottle and wiped his face. Marlon was smug, clearly pleased with himself. I wanted to knock that self-satisfied look off his face but I also wanted him to give me another orgasm, so I just unhooked my bra and reached for him to kiss me.

We resumed our sloppy, open-mouthed make out. Our lips smacked against each other noisily as he settled on top of me. I loved feeling his skin against me, soft and strong and hot.

“You like it when I take control of you, huh?” He whispered in my illegal bahis siteleri ear. “Open your mouth baby. Let me see your tongue.”

My body shivered against him. I did what I was told. He kissed me, and then aggressively spit directly into my open mouth. No one had ever done this to me before. It had never been something that even occurred to me to do. I stared at him, wide eyed, before swallowing his spit.

“That’s a good girl.” He said, “Why don’t you suck on my tongue for me, baby?”

Again, it hadn’t occurred to me before. But now all I wanted him to do was to call me a good girl again, so I put my mouth on his thick tongue and did as he said. He groped my naked breasts while I did, then pulled me onto his lap so he could hump me shamelessly. The only thing that separated us now where his briefs.

I moved my mouth up and down his wriggling tongue, feeling his saliva spread across my face. He grabbed my face hard, pulled it back.

“Tell me what you want.”

My voice was surprisingly meek when I spoke, “I want you to fuck me.”

“Anything you want, baby.” He said breezily.

I grabbed a condom from the top drawer of my dresser and spread across the bed for him. He took off his underwear slowly, teasing me, showing himself off to me. I wanted to roll my eyes but didn’t want to do anything that would discourage him from fucking me. And I wanted his dick, which was hard and thick and beautiful. I’d been rubbing against it all night, feeling it harden against my hips and hands. I was dying for him to put it inside me. I wanted him to split me open with it, I wanted to ride against him until his knees buckled.

Marlon slipped his tongue into my mouth as he lifted my leg up above his shoulder. “That’s my girl. You ready for my cock now? Tell me how badly you want it.”

“I want it—I do….” I whispered.

“Yeah?” He said, kissing me. He pushed the tip of his dick against my vagina, “You want this? You want all of this?”

“Please, Marlon.”

He slid another half inch of himself into me. “You called me a prick earlier tonight, didn’t you? You like to fight, huh?”

“Mmmm,” I whimpered, lifting the leg he’d already pushed up even higher.

“I love your pussy, baby,” He said, kissing me again. He penetrated me just slightly further, pulled back, penetrated me again, mashing his tongue against mine.

I was disgusted with myself, with how much I openly desired this man who stood against everything I wanted. It wasn’t too late to stop how far we’d gone, to chalk it up to bad decision making and ask him to never talk to me about it again. But I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him all the way inside of me, wanted our skin pressed all the way up against each other. Sweating, heaving, mouths all over each other.

“Fuck me with your hard cock,” I begged, “Fuck me, Marlon, fuck me.”

With a wicked smile, he took my hand and used it to guide himself into my vagina. I moaned again and he bit my neck softly, “You like this, baby? You like feeling me like this?”

His cock was thick and hard inside of me. I was so wet he slipped inside of me easily, no pain, no awkward adjustment. I lifted my hips with his thrusts, our bodies moving aggressively against each other. He pawed at my breasts again.

“I love a girl with big titties.” He whispered in my ear. His breath was hot and wet, made my toes curl both in ecstasy and disgust. “I love your big titties. I’ve wanted to come on them since I saw you in that bikini last summer. All I could think about was sucking on your big, fat titties and now I get to.”

He grabbed my breasts and kissed them, squeezing them hard as he switched from one nipple to the other. I threw the leg that wasn’t over his shoulder around his hip. He thrusted into me again, again, again.

“I canlı bahis siteleri wanna ride you,” I said as he slobbered onto my breasts. We rolled on the bed, his cock still inside me, as we changed positions. He laid back, hands tight on my breasts, as I bounced up and down on his dick.

“You look so fucking sexy on my cock like that,” He said, “Your tits look amazing. God I knew you’d be a good fuck. The mean ones always are.”

“I’m not mean, I just don’t like you.” I responded, tightening my vagina around his dick. Now that I was on top of him, I was regaining control of myself, reverting the dynamic back to our usual bickering. “Usually I hate you.”

“Yeah that’s why this feels so fucking good, isn’t it?” Marlon said, sitting up. He wrapped his huge arms around my back. “It feels good to do something so, so bad, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, God, yes.”

“Tell me how much you hate me, baby. Tell me.”

“I hate your clothes,” I panted. “I hate that gold chain you always wear, that cross. You’re a terrible Christian.”

“I know baby. I’m bad.” He licked my nipples as I continued to ride him. “Bounce your titties in my face for me. Bounce ’em.”

He cupped my breasts as I shimmied them into his face. “I hate that you work for my uncle. I hate that skeezy club.”

“Ugh I’m getting close.” He groaned, “You feel so damn good.”

“Spit in my mouth again.” I opened wide for him as he spit. I swallowed it, opened again for him, and he spit again into me before closing his mouth on mine. Our tongues were tangled in each other, our lips wet with each other’s saliva.

“Fuck me from behind,” I said, suddenly. I wanted him to shove my face into a pillow when he came. I didn’t want to see him, didn’t want to be looking into his eyes—I just wanted to be used and fucked hard. “Come in me from behind.”

I climbed off of him and he leapt off the bed, grabbed my hips quickly and bent me over. I didn’t have time to catch my breath or put my arms down when he slammed into me. I struggled to catch my balance but just yelled at him not to stop. He pounded into me, using my wet vagina for his pleasure, feeling my hips and ass as he fucked me.

“God, Fia, baby, I’m going to come so hard. You make me crazy.” He slapped my ass.

“Again!”

He spanked me again, and again, then tossed me onto the bed. I looked back at him, trying to see if he’d come so silently and quickly that I’d missed it. But he hadn’t, and pushed me back onto my side. Spooning me, he lifted my leg up and slipped his dick into my vagina. It was more intimate than I expected to be with him, strangely tender. I’d wanted him from behind but now he was holding all of me as he thrusted deep inside.

With one hand he turned my face up, forced me to crane my neck to meet his desperate kiss. I kissed him back. We were making out, again, deeply and hungrily as if we were lovers. He moaned into my mouth and I was struck with tenderness for him. I wanted him to feel pleasure, wanted to feel more than just his sweat on me.

“Come for me baby. I want to watch you come,” I whispered as we French kissed. Our tongues met over and over, lapping slowly at each other like ocean waves.

“Fuck Fia—I’m—Oh god.” He pressed his forehead into my neck as he came. I could feel his entire body release. He kissed the top of my spine and wrapped his arms around me, leaving his pulsing cock inside me for just a few more moments.

“You’re amazing.” He said, kissing my shoulder softly.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” I slung back. Suddenly it felt strange to have him so close to me, embracing me so tightly. I’d come, he’d come. What else was there left to do?

He slid out of me slowly and ambled into the bathroom. I looked around my dimly lit room for a sweater to cover up. I heard him laugh as he trod back into my room. I turned around at him. He stood in the narrow doorway, tossed an arm up on the archway and smiled broadly. In the low light his sweaty body seemed to almost glow.

“Getting dressed already? I’m not done with you.”

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