16. A Lustful Monster

"Were you here this morning?" I asked as Marco turned the car into a hotel not too far from my house.

Marco gave a subtle nod. "Showered and took the car."

"Don't do that again."

"Shower?" He laughed as I punched his arm in annoyance. His hand caught my fist, loosening the tension in my body. "You were sleeping peacefully. I thought I'd be back before you woke up."

I gave up again when he kissed my hand gently. His body leaned in slightly to unbuckle my seatbelt. With his guidance, I got out of the car, following wherever Marco's hand took me.

The two of us enter the elevator, and there's no one else around. I rest my head on his upper arm. He was so tall that my head couldn't reach his shoulder. "I thought you disappeared again."

"The last thing I wanted to show you would be my back, Leandra."

I popped my head up, saw his face and smiled mischievously. "Then what's the first one?"

"Once we get there, you'll have an answer."

I smiled in a silly way. I almost stole a kiss if I didn't hear a clinking sound. I straightened up, welcoming the two middle-aged men in suits who entered the elevator.

We passed one more floor and finally the elevator opened for us. I was still faithfully holding Marco out of the elevator. And when the doors closed, he suddenly lifted my body. His steps were a little faster than normal. I laughed as he set me down again to retrieve the pass.

I walked ahead of him, intending to look around first. However, there wasn't enough time as Marco was faster and had already caught me.

His hand was on the back of my neck, pulling me closer to meet his lips. My sling bag fell to the floor, making a sound that somehow sounded so dramatic.

Marco's lips feel so right to me, as if they were made for me, as compensation to please me for what happened to me as a child. As a gift of apology for making me suffer so much.

If that was true, and that indeed Marco's kiss had a huge effect on me, I still felt it wasn't worth it. I wanted more. Not just kisses, not just sex, I demanded more. More. Greater. And the fact was that it wasn't Marco's obligation to pay that apology, but I still wanted it. It wasn't him who made me suffer in the first place, but Marco would cause me suffering by his absence.

A sigh escaped when Marco released my lips. I stared at him like a drunken fool, like a junkie. Marco's head lowered again, nibbling lightly on my earlobe.

"I want you," Marco whispered, his ragged breathing tickling my ear. His right hand crept up my back. "I want every inch of you, every breath you take, and every sound of your voice uttering my name."

All the things Marco said made my body tingle. His hands on my skin felt so hot, as if he was turning on the batteries in my body. His lips descended to my shoulder, pecking me twice.

No words could come out of my mouth. The fact that Marco also wanted me was like a dream in broad daylight. The man who a few days ago told me to stay away from him, was now seducing me, fondling me, and I was one hundred percent sure that he wanted to make love to me.

"Answer me, do you want me too?"

My hands moved to the straps of the dress on my shoulders, untying them until the fabric fell to the floor. "I will say your name all night long."

I saw the devil in him as he smiled, then went back to claiming my lips. His hand crept to my head, pulling my hair until I looked up and opened my mouth. His other hand pulled my waist closer, and I felt his hard length against my bare stomach. I smiled at the thought.

Marco's lips descended to my neck, seeking pleasure in the curve that bordered my shoulder, while his hand slid under my panties. I gasped, stood on tiptoe, and staggered slightly when his finger pressed against my clit.

"You want me that damn much, little bitch?"

"Ye-aaaahhh," I chirped, back on my tiptoes as he gave a long swipe across my folds. I pressed tightly against his back, my only support to stay on my feet.

"Tell me what you want so badly."

"Everything," I replied, feeling lost as Marco's hand traveled back up my stomach, rubbing with his fingertips, causing a pleasant tickling effect. "I want everything."

"Greedy is a bad trait, Leandra." He bit my shoulder once, then undid my bikini bra in one pull over my head. "Do you want me to lick your pretty pussy until you fly higher than a fucking angel?

My cheeks flushed at his dirty words, but my nose would extend a foot if I said no. "Yes, so fucking high."

Marco smiled like a lustful monster. He took off his polo shirt, kissed my lips again, went down to my neck, bit hard on my left nipple until I screamed, then went lower with a demonic gaze that locked my eyes.

He kneels on the floor, holding my thighs in place. My breath hitched when Marco's mouth finally found what it was aiming for.

My hand squeezed Marco's hair as his tongue gave my clit a treat. This was not good. I didn't have a grip. I might fall over if it continued like this.

One long lick and my eyeballs rolled up to the back of my head accompanied by such a free moan.

I took in all the sensations until I bent over and gripped Marco's shoulders. And because I was bent over, I moved my pussy away from Marco's mouth. He gave me a warning by gripping my thighs tightly, so tight that I'm sure tomorrow will leave bruises.

I straightened up again, seeing Marco looking up at me while licking his lips sensually. The area around his lips looked glossy like a baby who had just learned to drink.

"Do that next time and I'll slap your ass to a bloody pulp."

I didn't answer, staring pleadingly at him, not because of the threat of the slap, but because I could no longer feel his tongue in my pussy. And clearly my pleas were getting nowhere. Marco stood up, in an instant twisting my body and pushing me down onto the bed.

"Crawl like a bitch baby."