Chapter 109 Biggest mistake

Chapter 109 Biggest mistake
Talia POV 

Marcus groans like I've physically hurt him.

"You know I can't say no to you," he replies with a tortured smile.

He fixes his clothes then steps out.

I remain laying there, not bothering or attempting to move.

“ You don't want to join me at the front? You could keep me company.” Marcus proposes but I chuckle.

“ Unless you want to drive with your cock inside my mouth.” I reply and he chokes on his saliva.

The car pulls away before speeding towards my house.

The drive to my apartment is the longest fifteen minutes of my life.

Marcus's one hand manages to remain at the back on my thigh the entire time, his thumb drawing circles that are both soothing and maddening.

Every red light feels like torture.

Finally,we pull up to my building.

We barely make it through the lobby, into the elevator and down the hallway.

I fumble with my keys, my hands shaking with need.

The door swings open and we stumble inside.

"Bedroom," I gasp between kisses. 

We shed clothes as we go, my dress hitting the floor in the living room.

Marcus's shirt and pants end up somewhere in the hallway.

By the time we make it to my bed, we are both down to nothing.

Marcus lays me down carefully, like I'm something precious, and I want to tell him to stop being gentle, to just fucking take me.

But then he starts kissing down my body…my neck, my breasts, my stomach…and I forget how to form words.

"I've dreamed about this," Marcus murmurs against my skin.

“ I have dreamt about having you in your bed again and about making you mine." He continues to trail kisses down my body.

"I'm not yours," I protest but it comes out weak.

"Yeah, not yet," Marcus agrees, settling between my legs. "But I'm working on it."

Then… he is inside me in one brutal thrust and I scream.

His thick cock fills me completely, stretching and claiming me.

"Fuck!" The word tears from my throat without warning.

"Is it too much?" Marcus asks, but he doesn't move and he definitely doesn't pull back even an inch.

"Don't you dare stop," I hiss, wrapping my legs around his waist and digging my heels into his ass.

“ Fucking move!” I order and hell, I don't know why I am being aggressive tonight.

Marcus obeys and God, I forgot how good he feels and how perfectly he fits inside me.

It's like my body was made for this, for him.

Marcus pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in, setting a punishing pace that has me clawing at his back.

"Is this what you wanted?" he growls in my ear. "Is this what you have been craving?" He asks amidst those brutal thrusts.

"Yes," I gasp. "God, yes…"

"Say it," Marcus demands, his hand sliding up to wrap around my throat. He doesn't squeeze, just holding. "Say you missed my cock inside you."

"I missed your cock inside me, Daddy." I admit because fuck pride, fuck walls, I need this.

"I missed your cock. I missed how you fuck me. I missed everything."

"Good girl," Marcus murmurs, and the praise does something to me.

It makes me wetter, makes me clench around him.

Marcus notices that reaction.

"You like that?" he asks, his lips curving into a wicked smile.

“ You like being my good girl?"

"Shut up and fuck me harder," I shoot back, but my body betrays me, clenching again.

Marcus laughs, clearly enjoying himself before shifting the angle and driving into me even deeper.

“ Fuck!” I cry, seeing stars.

"There," I moan. "Right there, don't stop…"

"I am not planning on it," Marcus says, his thumb finding my clit.

The combination of his cock hitting that perfect spot and his fingers working my clit is too much.

"Marcus, I'm going to…" I can't even finish a sentence without another moan tearing through me.

"Not yet," he says, pulling his hand away.

I groan in protest.

I could kill him.

"What the fuck…” I curse in frustration.

That was so good. Why the hell did he ..

"Turn over," Marcus orders, pulling out.

I'm about to argue, but the look in his eyes stops me.

This is a different Marcus, not the man who took me out for dinner, ready to prove himself.

This is the fuck mate I have been dealing with for the past six months who knows how to take what he wants.

And fuck me, but I like it.

I flip onto my stomach and he immediately pulls my hips up, positioning me on my hands and knees.

"That's my girl," he murmurs, running his hand down my spine.

Then he slams back inside me and I collapse forward onto my elbows, my face pressed into the pillow.

This angle is even deeper and more intense.

I can feel him everywhere.

"Jesus Christ, Talia," Marcus groans. "You're so fucking tight like this."

His hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise as he pounds into me.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, obscene and perfect.

"Touch yourself," Marcus orders. "Make yourself come on my cock."

I slide one hand between my legs, my fingers finding my clit.

"That's it," Marcus encourages. "Show me how fucking desperate you are for it."

I work myself in tight circles, matching his rhythm.

I can feel myself getting close again.

"Marcus…"

"I know, baby. I can feel you getting tighter. Are you going to come for me?" He asks and I nod frantically.

"Yes," I gasp. "Yes, I'm—oh fuck!"

The orgasm hits me like a freight train.

I scream into the pillow, my whole body shaking and my pussy clenching around him so hard that Marcus lets out a strangled moan.

"Fuck, Talia, if you keep doing that I'm going to…"

"Not inside," I manage to say through the aftershocks, cutting him off. 

"Remember? I want to see it."

Marcus pulls out immediately, flipping me onto my back.

I spread my legs for him, watching as he kneels between them, his hand working his cock.

"Look at you," Marcus says, his voice wrecked. "Spread out for me, still dripping from how hard you just came. You're so fucking beautiful."

"Less talking and more coming lover boy." I say, reaching down to play with my nipples.

Marcus's eyes darken at the sight.

"You want it?" he asks, stroking faster.

"I want it," I confirm. "I want to see you lose control. I want to see you make a mess of me."

"Fuck, Talia…"

His whole body tenses and then he's coming, thick ropes of cum painting my stomach and breasts, exactly like I asked for.

He looks beautiful like this…with his head thrown back, jaw clenched and completely undone.

When he is finished, we're both panting, staring at each other.

"Jesus," Marcus breathes, looking down at the mess he made. "That's so fucking hot."

"Told you I wanted it on the sheets," I say, gesturing to where some has already dripped onto the fabric.

"You're going to be the death of me," Marcus says, but he's smiling.

He disappears into my bathroom and returns with a warm washcloth, gently cleaning me up.

It's intimate in a different way than the sex.

It's tender and careful.

When he is done, he climbs into bed next to me and pulls me against his chest.

We lie there in silence for a while, both of us catching our breath.

Slowly, reality starts creeping back in.

What did I just do?

I just had the most intense sex in days with the man who broke my heart.

The man I'm supposed to be keeping at arm's length.

The man I'm supposed to be making prove himself.

"I can hear you overthinking," Marcus murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple.

"I'm not," I lie.

"You are," he says. "But Talia? Whatever you're worried about, we'll figure it out. Together. If you'll let me."

I don't answer because I don't know what to say.

I don't know if I just made the best decision or the biggest mistake.