A Name

"Crawl like a bitch baby."

My desire for pleasure had overpowered my shame. I obeyed his command, crawling on the bed, feeling the cold air tickle my pussy.

My saliva was rock-hard when my eye-tail caught the movement of him removing his pants and putting on the protection. The bed beneath me swayed with the mass of his body. I waited for him as I looked down and closed my eyes, ready for anything.

My back tingled at the feel of Marco's breath. His lips pecked in several places, while his hand teased my pussy that was ready to devour anything Marco had to offer.

"You've lost your first choice, Leandra. Now, what do you want inside your soaking hot pussy?"

"Your cock," I replied quickly, running out of patience. "I want your cock inside me."

"Hssssh... too demanding. Beg in a humble manner."

"Please ...." I was on the verge of tears. My pussy felt thrashed. "I'm begging you to fuck me like hell."

I could feel his smile on my hip. "You want that badly, Darling?"

"Yes!"

"You want me to fuck you hard?"

"Yes-aaaakhhhh!"

My tears came as Marco thrust into me brutally and without warning. My head fell to the bed, my breathing ragged, as my pussy twitched to match his size.

"Lift your head!" Marco pulled out his cock.

I straightened my elbows, lifting my head back up. However, it might not have been enough for Marco when he pulled my hair ties so hard that I looked up and sobbed.

My back arched down and I screamed again when Marco thrust his cock in with one more thrust. It hurt, but I would gladly take the pain a thousand more times.

"You wanted this didn't you, little bitch?"

My eyes widened as Marco began to find his rhythm. In. Out. In. Out. I struggled so hard to keep my hands from falling again, so as not to upset Marco again.

"I'm not, ah, sorry."

Marco's right hand gripped my waist, pushing and pulling me against his cock, creating a loud sound that was so dirty, so rough, and so seductive.

"Do you really like being fucked this roughly, Darling?" Marco curled my hair with his hands, like a horseman tightening the reins.

"Not before you showed up."

I managed to raise his ego a few notches. Marco rewarded me for my praiseworthy behavior. He pulled out his cock, then pushed in hard again, doing so three times until I was literally crying. Not enough, Marco pushed my head down against the pillow. I turned my head, resting on one of my cheeks. My scream was stifled when Marco managed to find a spot that was so intense.

"Please, I want to ...."

"What do you want, little bitch?"

"I want to cum. Please, I need you."

Marco growled, accelerating his movements even more. My knees were already shaking like a drum. Marco's grip moved to my waist. He pulled and pushed harder. "Come, Darling. Come with me."

"Marco ...."

"Yes, Darling, come. I'm with you."

I really couldn't control anything anymore. Moans, screams, all mixed together. Even his name was the only word I managed to remember. My eyes widened, my mouth calling out his name so long, so loud, melting together with myself. Liquid was running down my thighs. I was breathing hard, feeling so limp waiting for Marco's turn.

"Fuck, oh fuck, Darling." Marco was finally on the climax too. I helped him by pushing my ass against his stomach. "That's clever, little bitch."

And when he growled so deeply and his movements slowed, I knew he had met his release.

Marco rolled me over with him on the bed. Our faces collided with ragged breathing. "You're really driving me crazy."

I smiled, kissing his lips for a long while.

He groaned. "I haven't even taken care of that condom I used earlier, Leandra."

"Then do it." I whispered. My fingers played on his chest. "We're not going to use one condom more than once, are we?"

"You asked for it, you'll have to remember later." Marco got up from the bed.

I chuckled, knowing it was going to be another long night.

***

"I have to go back to Missouri tomorrow," he said suddenly.

My heart stopped beating for a moment. The idea of me having to say goodbye to Marco was thrilling, in a bad way. My eyes pleaded with him not to go, but I knew it wouldn't do any good. Marco was going to go anyway, he had to get on with his job, whatever it was, as criminal as it was (but hopefully not as bad as it sounds).

I didn't answer, instead burying my head into his chest. The pounding of his heart sounded so real, so close, as if I could reach out and hold it. Then I would keep it with me so that Marco couldn't get away from me. So that he wouldn't leave me.

"I'm not done talking yet," he murmured as he rubbed my back. I pulled away and looked at his face. He smiled an amused smile. "Come with me."

My heart was pounding, surprised by pleasure. However, on the other hand I had to know that my place was here. "I have to go to college here too," I replied softly.

His smile slackened. "How long until your semester break ends?"

"Less than two weeks I think."

Marco's palm, which had been so rough when he slapped my ass, now felt smooth rubbing my cheek. "Come with me until then. Stay with me in Missouri for that long."

My gaze dives into his dark eyes, they look so soft and slack, not as sharp as usual. Was Marco begging? Was he, who had always acted like an ass, begging me right now?

"Are you serious?" My smile expanded like a lotus flower.

"I will no longer lie to you, Leandra." Marco gave my nose a quick peck, I reflexively pulled my head back a little. Marco swiftly held it back, positioning my head back where it was. "So, are you coming with me to Missouri?"

"Alright," I replied with a smile. And the smile spread to him. He kissed my forehead gratefully then pulled me into his arms. My head searched for a comfortable place, and ended up in the crook of his neck. The combination of Marco's body scent with Terre d'Hermes was my favorite fragrance since this day.

"Montgomery," he whispered above my head. My chest pressed further against his as he tightened the embrace. I wondered what he meant, but his breathing in my hair had started to become steady. And when I decided to just forget about it and catch up on sleep, there was another movement from the man.

"My name is Marco Montgomery."