Chapter 21: Chapter 21

It’s been a couple of days since Marco and I did anything. Things have been surprisingly normal between us. I’ve done friends with benefits before, but we’re not exactly friends, leaving me unsure of what we’re doing.

 

Lark and I had a busy day of running the usual errands, while also stopping at a couple of special places. The first one was a plant nursery after I got Marco’s approval to get the house a few. I promised him I’d take care of them, so all he’d have to do was enjoy the greenery, which seemingly appealed to him. I got a few smaller plants for my room as well, knowing the large window would be perfect for them.

 

The second special place we went to was the library to get Lark some new books. Apparently, millionaires never even consider simple things like the library and renting books instead of buying new ones constantly. At least that’s true for Marco, who figured he could just get rid of them when Lark outgrew them and then buy some new ones. Thankfully he wasn’t opposed to the idea, nor the idea of me giving Lark’s old books to a thrift store.

 

The rest of the day was lackluster at best, mostly cooking, reading to Lark, and trying to keep him entertained until dinner. Marco once again insisted on putting him to bed, which I was more than happy to have him do, as I had plenty of homework to catch up on.

 

I sat on my bed, laptop in hand, working on my homework. I had music quietly playing in the background to help me focus. Things were all well and good and productive, until my bedroom door cracked open, shattering what focus I did have.

 

“Damn, you’re hot when you’re so intense.” Marco sauntered into my room, closing the door behind him. “Lark’s asleep.”

 

“I had hoped.” I glanced at the time. He had spent over an hour with his son putting him to sleep. Though I didn’t blame him, knowing he didn’t get much time outside of bedtime with him. “I’m glad my homework is so attractive to you.”

 

He walked over to him with a smile. He grabbed my hair tie, pulling it out of my hair, causing it to fall onto my face. He then brushed it out of the way. “You know what your homework makes me want to do?” He looked me up and down, before picking the laptop delicately off my lap and setting it to the side. “Come here.” Marco instructed me to stand up. I did as he asked, allowing him to run his hand under my shirt and to my breasts, gently playing with my nipple.

 

“I think I have an idea, but…you’re welcome to continue.” I looked up at him with a smirk. He watched me lustfully, before pulling the shirt over my head. I began to unbutton his while he leaned down to kiss me, his hand kneading my breast. This time there was no stubble, and he smelled of aftershave, a pleasant smell. 

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Eventually, I got his shirt off, quickly followed by mine and his pants. He backed me up against the best, before pushing, causing me to fall onto the mattress. Maroc grabbed my legs and propped them up on the bed. His hands ran down my legs, causing goosebumps to form as he did. He finally reached my underwear and yanked them aggressively off, causing me to sit up. He pushed me back down onto my back.

 

“Stay there. You look perfect.” He smirked down at me, pushing my legs apart and standing between them. He removed his underwear and stroked himself a few times, before becoming completely hard. He began rubbing my clit as he guided himself in.

 

I gripped onto the covers as the pressure built up as he pushed in deeper until he was in as deep as he could go, his stomach pressing against the back of my thighs. He pulled out and then pushed back in again, never forgetting to rub my clit, causing me to roll my head back and stop watching him, instead looking at the ceiling. 

 

Every time he pulled out most of the way, it almost felt empty without him. I wrapped my legs around him, only allowing him out of me so far. Marco bent over me, pulling both my hands above my head and holding me at the wrist. “Fuck.” He muttered. “You fit me like a glove, baby.”

 

I looked up at him in shock, before my eyes rolled back into my head as he pounded against me again. I fell into the rhythm with him, sparks rolling down my skin with every touch. My ears seemed to deafen as all I could hear was our shared breathing and the slapping of skin. My muscles tightened as I could feel what was coming. All the pressure came to a point, until all my muscles released, causing me to moan out Marco’s name.

 

I hadn’t realized that Marco had come inside me until I fell back into reality. He pushed back, my legs having fallen limp, letting him out, and removing himself from me.

 

“I sure hope your homework isn’t due tonight.”

 

I laughed, smiling up at him.

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