I jumped up from my bed a little too fast. Ugh, my head was fuzzy. I stumbled into my bathroom to pee. After finishing my business in the bathroom, I walked to the kitchen. Please know that I was still nude and my hair was a mess.
"Oh, great. You're awake."
I groaned to see Marcus in my living room with his nakedness on my leather couch. 'I surely could kick his ass for this right now, but the sight is better than the fight, ' I thought. I still make a bee line for the fridge, not saying a word to him.
"So you're just gonna ignore me? What about last night? I know you can't ignore that, it was fantastic," he says.
"I thought you would've been long gone by now. And I don't appreciate your ass cheeks on my couch." I explained with a grimace.
"Don't you remember what you agreed to last night?" He questioned me.
"No, I don't. The mix of booze, sex, and betrayal made me too tired. But since your still here, why don't you enlighten me."
He bursts into a fit of laughter. Clearly, he's enjoying my confusion.
"Well, I asked to be your boyfriend, " he said, but his eyes had a mischievous glint to them. "But there's a catch."
I just stare at him, I'm unable to comprehend this piece of information. 'Why the hell would I consent to that,' I think to myself. 'Must've been the sex, it had to be.'
I bent down to rummage through the fridge. Will someone please tell me what the hell was going on?
"But," he began, "you're also gonna be my slut. Whenever and however I want."
Smack! I cried out. There was a blazing sting on my ass. Marcus began to rub where he struck me.
"Now Melly, I don't like to be ignored. You've done it for years and now I command your full attention."
I gave up finding the orange juice. Gazing into his dark brown eyes, I couldn't help that the smack to my ass had sent tingles to my pussy. 'It hurts, but it's hot," I thought.
"This is the only obligation I have, you must always obey me." He commanded. "Now get your sexy ass on the table so that I can have you for breakfast."
I walked into the dining room, using one of the chairs to get on the table. The cool surface contrasted to my heated skin. It was a little comforting to say the least.
I'm waiting on him. I can never anticipate his next move. Being delayed and already aroused wasn't helping my cause either. He enters with a bowl in his hand and a can of whipped cream in the other. This has piqued my interest and I try to see what's in the bowl. It's an assortment of berries from my fridge cut into bite sized pieces.
Marcus sits down in front of me. All of my womanhood exposed for him to see. Thank God I get waxed. I tried to guess what's to come next, my anticipation is making me crazy with lust. My mind has run away with the endless possibilities that I could imagine.This isn't helping my arousal, I'm almost dripping onto the table.
"Mmm," he groans. "You're always ready Melly. I can tell that we're gonna have a great time today. You would like to enjoy yourself, right Melly?"
I nod my approval, even though he's using my old nickname and has this weird pleasure-pain going on. Please, just fuck me on the table. My pussy was on fire and my nipples were already hard. My body language told him that I was yearning to be fucked.
He sets the whip cream on one side and the fruit on another side of my body. He was still appraising my body as he sat in the chair. He was taking his precious time, delaying my pleasure. Grabbing the whip cream, he squirts some on my nipples. With the heat radiating off of my body, the cool whip cream started to warm up and slide off of my nipples. He watches, his eyes full of lust. Then he went back to work on my body. Spraying a lot of whipped cream on the mound of my hairless pussy. It too started to slide down onto my pussy. The effect it had on me made me squirm and moan for release.
"Please," I beg him. "Let me cum."
He gives nothing away, gazing at me impassively. Suddenly he reaches for the fruit. He grabs a strawberry and places it on my clit. I groan with need.
"Please," I asked him.
Still he says nothing. The cool strawberry on my clit was driving me crazy with sexual need. The strawberry starts to slide down in between my folds, mixing with the warmed whipped cream and my juices. He sticks the strawberry inside of me. My mouth makes an O as I moan.
Marcus is staring at me. My chest is rising and falling with my breasts. I have a slight blush on my cheeks from the excitement.
Marcus takes out the strawberry and bites into it. Talk about fucking sexy. My insides are ready to explode. He's still staring at me, waiting on my response. Well two can play this game, I look back at him, trying my best to look impassively.
"Dammit Melly!" He yells as he slides the whipped cream and fruit of the table and onto the floor.
He grabs my legs and pulls to where most of my ass is off the edge of the table. He licks up the whipped cream off of my nipples and my abdomen. This elicits a moan from me. Then his mouth is on mine and passionately I kiss him back.
He gripes his hard cock. He slides it on my slit, rubbing my clit while gathering my juices and whipped cream mix. He's teasing me, because he knows that he can. I am his, his slut, his girlfriend, whatever he desires.
He slides into my pussy and I almost climax. I scream out as he pounds into me. I start to match him thrust for thrust.
"Cum for me, love." He says.
And his words are my undoing as our sticking sweating bodies mash into one another. I thrash, scream and groan as I ride out my orgasm. My pussy gropes him like a vice.
Soon he's cumming too. This heightens my bliss as I open my eyes. His softening member slides out of me and I gaze up to him. His upper half is still on top of me. His eyes are smoldering with emotions. He gets up and soon I here the shower running. But I'm still on the table, my legs are like jelly. Talk about a wham, bam, thank you ma'am.
He sticks his head out of my bedroom door, "are you coming?"
With a last thought I almost said no. But for him, I'd follow him anywhere.