Noelle
Family game night had been a blast.
Hanging around Marc's family had eased the nerves that had been building up throughout the day. His family was so warm and welcoming, that I'd spent more time laughing and stuffing my face with all-you-can-eat pasta than worrying about my father.
Who had blown up my phone demanding my where-a-bouts when he realized that I wasn't home to welcome him.
I simply messaged him that I was safe and out with friends before turning my phone off. If I ignored him, he probably would've had a swat team ramming down the gates of the secluded De'luca manor. If that was even possible with the amount of security that they kept on the grounds.
" I don't want to go inside," I mumbled, playing with Marc's fingers.
We'd been sitting outside of my house in the car for about an hour now. Marc didn't mind. He was almost just as reluctant about dropping me off as I was.
" You know that you are always welcome to stay at mine," he says for the millionth time today.
I shook my head. " No. It's Thanksgiving. You're supposed to be spending it with your family. I don't want to intrude on that. Plus, my dad would more than likely put me on house arrest for skipping out on our first American holiday."
Marc kisses my knuckles. " Thanksgiving isn't just about spending it with family. You spend it with the people that love and care for you."
Love?!?! Did he just unofficially say that he loves me?
Calm down, Noelle. That could just be a general statement. Yes! A general statement.
It's what everybody was during the holiday season.
" And besides, your dad wouldn't be able to keep you away from me for long." My stomach tingles at the feeling of his lips brushing against my skin.
They were so soft and kissable. I would rather sit in this car and receive a billion kisses from those lips than go inside my home and receive a scolding from my father.
" I think I'd better go inside now," I sighed, pulling my hands away from his.
Marc inhaled sharply as he grasped my face, pulling me closer to his face. " All you have to do is call and I'll be on my way, pretty girl. Don't even hesitate if you need to get away. I'll be here."
" I know," I answered.
Marc closed the small gap between the two of us, softly brushing the tip of his nose against mine. " Good," he whispers before gently pressing his lips against mine.
Both of my hands now cupped his face as the kiss intensified by the second. His hands pulled at my waist, almost dragging me over the console department and into his lap.
However, the rapid and angry knocking against his car door put a halt to our actions. " Noelle Odette Dupont! Get out of this car right now!"
" Shit," he cursed under his breath.
I groaned, giving him one last kiss before pulling away. Marc quickly gathered my bags from the back seat as I opened the door and stepped out of the warmth of his range rover and into the cold wrath of the New York sir...
Or maybe my father's.
" Hanging out with friends? He looks like more than a friend, young lady," my father greeted me harshly.
" Hello to you too, father. How nice to finally hear your voice in person for the first time in months," I responded with a tad bit of bitterness.
" Careful," he warned as Marc came up next to me." And who is this young man."
" Marc Anthonie De'luca, sir," Marc answered politely with an extended hand I imagine.
" Pierre Dupont. It would be a pleasure to meet you if we'd met in other circumstances. Sadly, that isn't the case," my father spoke in a monotone voice.
" Dad!" My tone was a warning.
Now was not the time to act like the father of the year.
" It's fine, Noelle." Marc kissed my forehead in reassurance. " Je t'appellerai plus tard ce soir."
— I'll call you later tonight.
" D'accord," I whispered as his warmth left my side.
— Okay.
The sound of his feet crunching against the fresh snowfall was the only sound heard amid the awkward silence between me and my father.
" You didn't have to be rude." I walked towards the house when Marc's door closed.
My father quickly came up behind me and placed his hand on my mid-back to guide me. " Maybe if our first introduction wasn't him being a few seconds away from removing an article of clothing, then I would've been a tad bit nicer. Or maybe if my daughter lied to me about her wher-"
" Je n'ai pas menti," I muttered. " His cousins are some of my closest friends. You would know that if you bothered to spend more than five minutes on the phone with me."
– I didn't lie.
By now we were inside the house and I was able to escape.
" Noelle," my mother's voice was heard as I approached the staircase. " Did you have fun?"
I smiled, greeting her with a tight hug. " I did. Marc and his family want to make plans to invite us for dinner one night."
" His family? You blew off spending time with your family for another?" My father's voice boomed from behind me. Thoughts of ripping out his tongue for a moment of peace rang throughout my mind.
" Pierre, leave her alone!" My mother scolded. " She has a life that doesn't revolve around you and when you decide to step up and play the role of a family man."
" What does that mean, Oceane? Have I not provided for you two? Put a roof over your head? Make sure that you are safe and protected at all tim-" I quickly kissed my mother and excused me to my room.
Her hand drifted away from my shoulders as I descended the staircase. " None of that matters when you leave your family alone for months on end. You might as well be an absentee husband and feather these days."
With each step, I breathed in and out. In and out.
My family was falling apart little by little each day. I had no choice but to prepare myself for the petty arguments and fake " happy" family that we were expected to be while he was here for the next few months.
Opening my room door, I quickly stripped out of my clothing and changed into my pajamas. I plopped face-first into the bed that was calling my name from the moment that I had stepped foot inside this house.
Bella came and snuggled up beside me, nudging me with her wet nose. Smiling, I wrapped my arms around her body and sighed, " he's such a buzzkill. Isn't he, bells?" I spoke to my dog.
She whimpered in answer.
" I knew that you would agree," I smiled.
The buzzing of my phone against my hardwood nightstand caught my attention. I turned away from my dog and patted the nightstand for my phone. Once I felt the vibrations of the device against my fingertips, I picked it up.
" Hello," I answered.
" Are you okay?" Came Marc's immediate response.
I rolled over onto my back, facing the ceiling. " I'm fine. They've been downstairs arguing for about fifteen minutes now."
" I'm sorry," Marc apologizes.
" For what?" I asked, puzzled. " My family falling apart was bound to happen eventually. My mother and I are tired, Marc. This confrontation couldn't have been avoided for long."
He sighs heavily. " I understand that. I just wish that you didn't have to be around that right now."
Me too. Sadly, we didn't always get what we wished for. I had to learn that the hard way multiple times in my seventeen years of life.
" What are your plans for tomorrow?" He asked.
" Family portraits," I said.
A photographer was coming by at noon tomorrow. Which meant that Portia and Astrid would be here bright and early to get ready. That was the plus coming out of tomorrow.
My father would pick the best picture out of the bunch and have them plastered all over Christmas cards that would be sent out right after Christmas.
I wonder if his mistress would be receiving one. If not by him, then I'm sure that I could convince Maverick to do me a little favor.
My family was going down in flames anyway. Why not add a little more fuel to the fire?
If she wanted my father so badly, she'd have to accept the fact that she was a mistress, a home wrecker, the other woman.
Was that evil of me? Maybe.
I was angry. I was hurt. I hated him.
I hated her.
And a little part of me hated myself. Sometimes I wondered if I hadn't gotten in my accident. If I hadn't gone blind, would he still be here? Would he at least try?
" Sounds fun." I giggled at the sarcasm dripping in his tone.
" Yeah, well," I yawned, feeling my eyelids grow heavy. "That's the life of a politician's daughter. I have to play the doting daughter to protect his image."
One day, I hope that will change.
One day, I hoped to be able to be free from the role I was forced to play. The smiles. The conversations. All of it was so forced. So fake.
I'd only realized that in the past couple of months.
The more that I'd come out of the shell that I'd been molded into, the more I realized that it was all a lie. Everything that I'd thought or pushed to the back of my head for years was quickly coming forth as I came into my own.
I'd quickly grown into a different person these last few months. Maybe it was for the best.
Maybe it was for the worst.
Either way, I didn't mind. I wasn't going to be a future Stepford wife in training anymore. No more porcelain dolls.
Those days were long gone.
" Noa," Marc's voice was faint. " Are you falling asleep, pretty girl?"
I hummed in response.
He chuckled softly. " I figured. Sleep tight, Noa."
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" Chin up."
My mother gently fixed my posture to her liking as the sound of a camera flashing echoed throughout the room.
My smile was forced.
" Can you relax a little, Noelle?" The photographer asked.
I dropped my shoulders a little. Although they felt heavy under the weight of my father's palm.
" Maybe we should take a ten-minute break," my father suggested.
That might be the wisest thing he's said all day.
I quickly jumped off the stool that was placed in front of my parents. My father departed with heavy feet the second his phone went off. My mother stood in front of me toying with my hair.
" You look so pretty," my mother complimented.
I blushed, quickly thanking her as I ticked a straightened piece of hair behind my ear.
My mother spent hours doing my hair last night. During the process, we took the time to talk shit about my father and catch up on my love- life.
It seemed like in the past weeks I'd barely talked to her. My friends and Marc have occupied much of my time lately. I felt bad.
My mother recently started going out. She even joined a book club I learned about last night. She was slowly adjusting to her new life.
But maybe it wouldn't have to be like this all of the time.
Maybe times would change.
" Can we wrap this up? I have a conference call in thirty." I rolled my eyes at my father's announcement.
Work comes first these days.
I was a tad bit grateful for that at the moment. The quicker I sat pretty and flashed a smile, the quicker I was able to run upstairs and tear out of these itchy ass stockings.
" Souriez, Noëlle. Vous avez un beau sourire."
— Smile, Noelle. You have a beautiful smile.
At my mother's words, I forced a smile that could almost pass for genuine.
" Great! I think that's the one." Thank God.
As soon as I was able to make my escape to my room, I did. The dress that was picked out for me was ripped over my head and the stockings were thrown into the corner.
I wouldn't be made if Bella chewed a few holes into the itchy material.
I quickly threw on a sweater and some leggings before crashing into my bed. My morning was busy from the start, draining my energy little by little with each passing minute.
I'd never wished to be back in those school halls as much as I have today.
That says a lot. I'd rather be surrounded by the people who belittled me and whispered behind my back than be stuck at home with everything that I could ever ask for, surrounded by my family.
This was a time to be grateful, right? But why was I feeling ungrateful at the moment?
Sighing, I turned to the side and closed my eyes.
" Only a few more days," I whispered to myself.
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Thanksgiving.
It was our first year celebrating the holiday. There is no Thanksgiving to celebrate in France.
It seemed to me that Thanksgiving was just Christmas minus the presents and celebrating the birth of Jesus. Just another excuse to sit around and have an all-you-can-eat turkey buffet and glaze over the fact that the holiday was celebrating colonization...
At least that's what I'd gathered from Karter.
I hadn't brushed up on the reasons behind American holidays.
The sound of cutlery scraping against plates brow the awkward silence surrounding the dinner table. My father cleared his throat once again for the thousandth time.
" The turkey tastes amazing, Oceane," he complimented.
I snorted. Amanda prepped the turkeys at night before leaving. All mom did was put it in the oven along with the sides that sat in front of us.
" Thank Amanda," my mother said, unamused at my father's attempt to start a conversation.
All they'd done since he'd arrived was either, ignore each other, throw snide comments toward each other, or go at each other's throats.
" I'll keep that in mind," my father says. " How is school, Noelle? I hope that you're keeping up with your grades."
" Of course, father." I picked up my water glass as he hummed in approval.
" At least something hasn't changed," he said.
I lifted a brow at his tone. " What's that supposed to mean?"
" Nothing. You've changed a lot," he answers.
I tightened my grip on the handle of my fork. " Well that tends to happen when you're away from your family for almost a year," I answered him a tad bit harsher than intended.
" What do you want me to do, Noelle? Give up the very career that puts a roof over your head?" He asked.
I rolled my eyes. " Since when did your job description include sending your wife and child away to an entirely different continent while you screw your mistress and pretend to play house with her? How is she by the way?"
The sound of a fork clattering against a plate echoed throughout the silent room. My mother's snicker was followed by the sound of her pouring herself another glass of a Chateau Lafite.
" What has gotten into you!" He snapped. " You would've never spoken to me that way a year ago. It's that boy? Isn't it?"
" Well, a year ago I was busy trying to convince myself that everything was fine. I was trying to convince myself that my father wasn't a cheating asshole! That he loved me and didn't send me away to hide the fact that I was staining his ideal precious image of what a perfect family was supposed to be!"
" A year ago I was pretending that mom wasn't heartbroken and drinking herself into depression because you left us! Hell, even five months ago I would've fed myself the lies that kept me going for so long, believing that our family was fine when it was so far from fine."
" You don't give a shit about us! That's what I realized. No real man would leave their family, no matter what," I said through clenched teeth.
"You don't speak to your father that way!" He yells.
Normally, I would've been apologetic. But the resentment towards him that had been building over the last few years, had reached its breaking point.
" You haven't been a father for quite some time," I scoffed as I made my way out of the kitchen.
" You are not to be around that boy anymore. He's no good."
I froze, my heartbeat skyrocketing at his command. " No."
My ears grew hot as my anger rose. I felt my body trembling with each passing second, with each passing word exchanged. I was furious.
"You're not going to come back after dragging me away from home and tell me to stop seeing the one person who makes me happy, who makes me feel normal. I won't allow it."
Patting my thigh, I felt Bella's fur brush shading my leg as she stood up.
" Sit down, Noelle! I don't know what's gotten into you lately, but you are not the daughter that I raised."
I scoffed. "You mean the daughter that you abandoned! Of course, I'm not the sheltered little girl that you raised! You left us! You packed up our lives and left us alone in a country where we don't have anybody! But the moment that I say something that you don't like, you don't know me!"
" Maybe the reason that you don't know me, father, is because you distanced yourself the moment I'd lost my sight. You hid me. And you can't admit that."
And there it was— the resentment that I'd felt towards him leaking out of me like a broken faucet.
All of the things that I'd let weigh me down, were laid out on the table.
I was tired of pretending like my dad was some saint. I was tired of pretending like my family wasn't broken long before my accident.
I was tired of the lies and the unspoken words.
I was tired of it all.
His fist banged on the oak dining table. The dishes clattered as I jumped and my mother gasped. " You will watch your mouth! How dare you disrespect me under the roof that I work hard to put over your head! And you wonder why I want you to stay far away from that boy!"
I shook my head." This has nothing to do with him and you know it! I'm not the sheltered girl that you left and you don't like that! That's what this is about!"
I had taken myself by surprise. Never had I ever raised my voice at my father.
" Go to your room!" He yelled. " I can't bear the sight of looking at you right now."
"Gladly," I dropped my fork, pushing away from the dinner table. " Happy Thanksgiving."
With that, I stood up and walked out of the dining room with Bella on my heels.
" You've been letting her run around with this boy for how long, Oceane? Who have you let influence our daughter?" I heard my father whisper angrily to my mother.
" Cut the shit, Pierre. Our daughter isn't stupid and neither am I. She just has the balls to call you out on your bullshit like she should've done a long time ago," my mother spoke with a subtle bit in her tone.
" Now where is that pie?"
When I reached my bedroom, I slammed the door shut and immediately raced over to my bedside table, unplugging my phone.
I unlocked my phone and found Marc's contact. The phone rang only once before he picked up.
" Noelle? What's wrong?" He asked.
" Is that offer to spend Thanksgiving with you still on the table?" I asked, holding back the tears that threatened to spill down my cheeks.
" And maybe a few extra days."
" Pack a bag. I'm on my way." There was a commotion coming from his end of the line as he excused himself from the dinner table.
I felt bad about disrupting his family dinner but he was the only one that I wanted right now. He is the only one that I need.
A knock on my door was heard. " Noelle," there was a slight pause. " C'est maman."
— It's mom.
I opened the door for her. " I'm going to stay with Marc for a few days. I can't stay here anymore, not as long as he's here."
A part of me wanted to cry. There was no coming back from the words said tonight. Things would never be the same. But at least we wouldn't have to pretend anymore.
" Je comprend bébé. Prenez tout le temps dont vous avez besoin," my mother caressed my cheek with her knuckles.
— I understand, baby. Take as much time as you need.
Had it been anyone else besides Astrid and Portia, my mother wouldn't have been so quick to accept my leaving. However, she trusted Marc. She knew his character. She observed how he interacted with me. She also trusted his parents.
She liked Marc for me and she wasn't afraid to hide that fact either.
" Are you going to be okay here?" I asked.
My mother scoffed, waving me off as his footsteps retreated into my closet. " I've been dealing with your father for years. He's nothing that I can't handle. Plus, he isn't going to run me out of my home."
My mother helped me pack a few bags. Without her help, I probably would've been a long cause with the choice thrown into my luggage with the mindset that I was in.
" Don't worry about your father, Noelle. I'll handle him," she says as we approach the door.
Marc should be arriving any minute now and I wanted to make a quick escape. After we'd left the dinner table, my father was quick to run into his office.
" Call me every night," she whispered, pressing a kiss against my forehead.
I nodded, inhaling her perfume. " I promise. I love you."
" I love you too, honey. Your happiness is all that matters to me," she says softly, tucking my hair behind my ears.
We both jumped at the sound of a soft knock on the wood of the front door. I pulled away from my mom and grabbed my bag from her hands.
" Bye mama," I whispered.
" See you soon," she responded.
The crisp fall air hit me as I walked outside, closing the door softly behind me. Marc's hand brushed against mine, taking the bags out of my hand as soon I stepped out of the door.
" You ready?" He asked.
I nodded. " Yes. Let's go before he realizes that I'm gone."
Marc guided me to his car quickly. He opened the door for me and put my bags in the back seat while I got settled in the front seat.
" I'm sorry that I had to drag you into my mess on Thanksgiving," I apologized when he closed the driver's seat door.
Marc Anthonie dismissed my apologyatogether. Without saying a word, he gently grabbed my face and placed his lips against mine. The kiss was soft and slow, everything that I needed at that moment.
When I kissed Marc, all of my problems seemed to vanish and it was just me and him. We understood each other in ways that no one would understand. He knew what I always needed just like I knew what he needed.
And right now, I just wanted to be held by him. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to love him.
" Let's go home," he whispered against my lips.
I nodded.
Home. His place had always felt like a second home to me. I spent so much time there lately. I even memorized my way around with the help of him and Calliope.
The entire car ride was filled with silence, yet there was tension that filled the air as he held my hand. His thumb swiped back and forth across my skin occasionally. My body tingled at his touch, my stomach was doing somersaults as I squeezed my things together.
I needed him.
" Where is everyone?" I asked when we'd walked inside his house. It was noticeably quiet and not as loud as I expected it to be.
" I thought that you'd want to be alone right now so I brought you to my house. We can go to the manor if that's what you want." His lower hand never left my back as we stood in the foyer.
I shook my head. " No. I just want to be with you right now," I whispered, turning slightly to grab his hand.
Marc quickly led the way to his room. He turned on all of the lights and sat my bags down as I navigated my way toward his desk. My feet were killing me in these boots and I wanted out of them.
I reached down to remove them, however, Marc beat me to the punch and began unzipping them for me.
With every brush of his fingertips against my skin, a shiver ran down my spine. He swiftly pulled the boot off of my foot and repeated the actions with the other shoe.
I tilted my head to the side, " why are you so quiet?"
Marc chuckled. But it wasn't an amused chuckle, it was a dark chuckle. A chuckle that should've sent me running for the hills. " I think that I should be quiet right now, Noelle."
He was angry.
" I'm sorry," I apologized again. For what, I don't know.
" Stop apologizing, pretty girl," he whispered, now standing in between my legs. " You know that I would do anything for you."
" Tu es tout mon cœur. " He took my hand in his and placed it over the organ that kept him alive. " Il bat pour toi et seulement toi."
— You're my whole heart. It beats for you and only you.
I melted. I was already putty in his hands but when he expressed how he felt about me, how I made him feel. I never felt insecure in my relationship because of it.
At this moment, I was never more sure of two things
The first being that I was endlessly in love with him. The second being that I was ready for him to have all of me.
Rising on the tips of my toes, I gently pressed a kiss to his lips. His arms wrapped tightly around my waist, pressing my body against his. I could feel the hardness of his toned stomach flush against mine as he dove his hand into my hair, gripping it softly in his grasp.
His lips left mine plump and slightly bruised as he trailed his kisses down the front of my neck. My breathing intensified at the feeling of his tongue licking the strip of my neck slowly.
" Marc," I whispered his name softly.
He removed his lips from my neck and placed his forehead against mine. I could feel his eyes on me, staring at me through his lashes like I suspected he did when we were in this position.
" Noelle." His hand held the back of my neck now, preparing to kiss me silly after I said my piece.
My fingertips drifted to his face, running over his lips, his nose, and his brows. Every feature of his face that I could touch, I did. I smiled softly as my fingers returned to his lips. They felt soft and a little wet.
My heartbeat sped up as an anxious feeling ran throughout my body. I licked my bottom lip, hoping that my nerves wouldn't psyche me out at the last moment.
But despite that, I was sure. I was so sure that I wanted to tell him these three words and eight letters tonight.
" I love you, Marc Anthonie," I whispered, feeling my whole world stop as I awaited his answer.
The silence kills me as Marc stands still. I wasn't even sure that he was breathing at the moment.
Until he uttered, " say it again."
" I love you, Marc," I swallowed as I spoke more confidently. " I love you s-"
Marc cuts my words off as he kisses me passionately. His lips move in a way that tells me every unspoken word that is running through his mind at this moment.
He loves me.
Without him saying it, just from his actions, from this kiss, I know. Marc Anthonie De' Luca loves me.
" I love you too, Noelle Odette Dupont," he whispers against my lips. " Je t'aime, ma jolie fille."
— I love you, my pretty girl.
The following kiss was earth-shattering. Our hands touched whatever they could get their hands on as our lips did all of the talking. His tongue swept through my mouth slowly, skillfully. My fingernails dug into the skin of his neck as he picked up swiftly.
My legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he walked towards his bed. My lips attached to his neck, sucking and licking on his skin. I felt the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed and lowered me onto the comfortable mattress.
" Noelle," Marc paused, hovering over me. He gently moved the hair out of my face as I sat up, pressing a kiss to his chin.
" Marc," I said. " I want you."
" All of you," I added.
His thumb swipes over the shape of my mouth. " Are you sure?" His voice is hoarse.
I nodded. " I've never been more sure."
Marc presses a soft kiss to my forehead, nose, lips, and the center of my throat. An almost silent whimper leaves my parted lips as he trails kisses down the center of my stomach. His hands follow, squeezing my breast tenderly as my body arched subtly in response.
My underwear began to get damper with each passing second. I was sure that by the time he'd get to where he was needed, my inner thighs would be covered in my arousal.
" Tu es si précieuse pour moi, jolie fille," he whispered, breathing heavily against the fabric of my dress. " You are the only person that I want to utter the words I love you to in an intimate way. I want us to last forever."
— You are so precious to me, pretty girl.
" I want us to last forever," I mimicked his words. " You are the only person for me, Marc Anthonie."
His lips are on mine again, kissing me until my oxygen supply is sucked out, and my lungs are begging for air. I pulled away as he attacked my neck, my fingers drifted down his stomach and to the ends of his shirt. Marc pulled away, the heat of his body going with him as he removed his sweater.
He grabbed my palms and placed them on his hot body. Slowly, he trailed them down his body, letting me get a feel of what he spent hours in training perfecting. My hands felt the fabric of jeans and the coldness of a belt buckle...
and then the bulge of his penis.
" Feel," he let my hand go, allowing me to cusp him through his jeans. My mouth went dry as I rubbed him.
He was so hard. I couldn't wait to feel him without the fabric between us. I couldn't wait to feel him inside of me.
" Tu veux ça?" He asked.
— Do you want this?
" Tellement mal," I answered.
— So badly.
" Bonne fille," he grunted, turning me on my back to get access to my zipper. My jaw dropped from the quick actions. One second I was sitting on my ass. The next I was on my hands and knees as he slowly unzipped my dress.
— Good girl.
" You looked beautiful in the dress," he pressed a kiss to my shoulder. " But you'll look even more beautiful naked with my sheets draping over you."
I was trembling from his touch, his words, his soft lips that kissed down my spine as he removed the dress.
" Ah!" I gasped in surprise as he hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me off of the bed. My back was pressed against his stomach as the dress fell down to the floor.
I was left in a black lace bralette and the matching underwear. My nipples hardened as he flicked them, rubbed them, and pinched them into sensitivity beneath the fabric of my bralette.
While one hand rubbed my breast, the other brushed down my stomach as he used his knee to part my legs. His fingers reached my underwear that were embarrassingly drenched.
Marc groaned lowly in my ear as he pressed his thumb against my clit. My head rested against his shoulders as he worked my clit. My lips parted, letting out soft moans as he kissed my cheek.
His fingers pushed my underwear to the side and ran down my slit before pushing inside of my entrance. My hand rushed to grab his wrist as he plunged his index and middle finger knuckle deep inside of me.
" Move them," he grunted, pumping them in and out of me slowly.
I squirmed against him, rubbing my ass against his bulge that was poking me. He added in a third finger, stretching me more than I was used to" Too much," I whimpered, feeling full just from his fingers.
" I've barely even started. How are you going to take my dick, pretty girl?" He teased, sucking on my neck. " And you're going to take all of me. Every hard inch."
" You understand?"
" Y-yes," I moaned as he curled his fingers. I clenched around him as my nails dug into his wrist, marking him.
" Oh fuck," I gasped.
Marc chuckled in my ear. " That's what I like to hear."
My back arched away from his stomach as the pits of mine began to bubble up with my orgasm. My legs began to shiver as he pumped faster. His fingers brushed against my walls as I tightened my legs around them.
" Marc," I whimpered. " I'm going to cum."
He removed his fingers so quickly from inside me that I would've thought that I'd imagined them being there in the first place.
I pouted as he turned me around. I stood puzzled in silence until I heard the sound of him sucking on his fingers.
" Open your pretty mouth," he instructed.
I parted my lips for him and waited. At the feel of his fingers entering my mouth, I wrapped my lips around them and sucked. " Fuck, I wish that was my dick instead," he whispered, almost as if he was in pain watching me.
By the feeling of his dick against my ass, I'm sure that he was.
" It can be," I offered.
" That can wait. I'd rather be inside of your hot, drenched, and tight little pussy before you suck me dry."
The dirty words drifted off of his tongue so effortlessly. I knew that they would only get dirtier from here on out.
Marc stepped in front of me. His lips met mine in a gentle caress as I wrapped my arms around his neck, craning mine to match the energy he'd put into the kiss with each passing second.
He moaned into the kiss as he reached behind me, removing the clasp of my bra. His hands trailed down my breast and reached the lining of my underwear. He gently pulled them down my legs until they dropped off to the floor.
His lips kissed up my thighs and parted my legs. He stopped at my clit, sucking and licking it while I moaned. My hands gripped at the roots of his hair but he kept on nibbling at my clit.
With one last lick, he pulled away.
His body stepped away from mine all together. I stood there naked while the sound of metal clicking and a zipper being undone alerted me that he was now naked as well.
Marc grabbed my hand and guided me to the bed again. He gently pushed me onto the mattress, allowing me to get on my back before he joined me.
I laid on my back and waited in anticipation to feel his body against mine.
The mattress dipped as he got on the bed. His hands gently grabbed my knees, spreading my legs for him. I heard the sound of a condom packet being ripped open and his shaky breathing.
He was nervous.
" Are you ready?" He asked, rubbing soothing circles on the insides of my thigh.
" Yes." I swallowed.
" It might hurt," he informed me. " If it gets to be too much, let me know and I will stop."
" Okay." I wouldn't tell him to stop.
I felt his head at the entrance of my opening. " Just relax, pretty girl," he soothed as I felt him begin to enter me.
I breathed in and out with each inch that he pushed inside of me. It wasn't as painful as I suspected but Marc was taking his time. As he pushed further inside of me, he grabbed a hold of my hands and kissed my cheek until he was filling up my vagina with every thick, inch of him.
" Vous vous sentez si bien. Je n'ai jamais rien ressenti de tel," he praised, staying still so that I could get used to his size and length.
— You feel so good. I've never felt anything like this.
He was so big. Bigger than average for sure.
My mind was a blur. All I could think about was him and how he was inside of me. How he was so gentle and caring. He was making this shitty night into something beautiful.
" Marc, fais-moi l'amour," I pleaded, needing to feel his body moving against mine.
— Marc, make love to me.
" Toujours," he whispered.
— Always.
He began to thrust in and it of me slowly. His dick brushed against my walls with every thrust, every roll, every jerk of his hips. My mouth dropped open and my back arched off the mattress. My nipples brushed against his chest as he gripped my right hip, keeping me still as we connected.
" Oh mon Dieu! Tu m'étires!" I cried, feeling his dick stretch my opening to fit his size.
—Oh God! You're stretching me out.
" On va si bien, jolie fille. Toi et moi, nous sommes parfaits l'un pour l'autre." he whispers against the corner of my mouth.
— We fit so good, pretty girl. Me and you, we're perfect for each other.
My body began to tingle as he sucked on my breast. His teeth scraped and nibbled on my nipples as I moaned and writhed under him. " And your body responds so well to my touch," he thrusted into me.
"Plus fort, Marc. Vas-y plus fort," I whimpered. I wanted him to give me his all.
— Harder, Marc. Go harder.
He paused, " are you sure?"
"Je suis tellement sûr putain," I answered.
And he did.
I wrapped my legs around his waist as he kissed my lips. He began to lick up the pace little by little, each thrust began to get a little more aggressive. My eyes clenched shut tightly as my toes curled, feeling my orgasm began to unravel like a knot in the pits of my stomach.
" Open your eyes, Noelle." Marc kissed my cheek softly. Such a big comparison to him fucking every brain cell out of me right now.
I did.
" You are so beautiful," he complimented.
I reached for his neck and pulled him flat against my chest. My lips brushed against his but never went for the kiss. With each thrust, I moaned against his parted lips. With each clench of my walls around his veiny and thick dick, he moaned into my mouth.
We shared breath as he made love to me.
My body began to jerk underneath his as I gasped, feeling him hit a spot that I thought only existed in the audiobooks that my roommate at the school for the blind used to listen to.
" Oh, Marc. I'm gonna c-" my voice cracked as he picked up the speed of his thrust. His hands gripped mine tightly as my stomach started to convulse, my legs started to tremble, and I felt like I was going to burst into a thousand fireworks from pure happiness.
" I love you," I whispered against his lips before coming apart completely underneath him.
" I love you too, pretty girl," he grunted, pumping widely inside of me as my moans filled every corner of the room.
" Fuck!" He moaned. " I love your pussy too. It's so fucking good, better than good. It's amazing, just like you."
A feeling of pride arose inside of me while I jerked underneath him, riding out my orgasm. " Dis-moi que je suis le meilleur que tu n'aies jamais eu," I told him.
— Tell me that i'm the best you've ever had.
" Tu es le meilleur que j'ai jamais eu et tu le sais putain." He kissed me roughly, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth as the bed frame pounded against his walls.
My mouth hung open but no sound came out as he pulled one of my legs higher up his back. " Oh fuck!" I whimpered, my nails dug into his arms.
" You are so goddamn wet, pretty good. You're dripping all down my dick. Yeah, you're the best I've ever fucking had and you are going to be the last." His words were more of a promise than a statement.
My body was hot and sweaty yet he still kissed whatever he could as he hit my spot with every thrust. " Marc! I'm going to cum so hard on your dick!"
" Do it, pretty girl. It won't be the last time you make a mess over me."
For the second time, I came. But this time I came so hard that the earth could've shattered around us but I wouldn't have cared. It felt so good. He felt so good.
And I was happy.
I was in love.
He was in love.
He was mine and I was his.
Marc jerked inside of me with one last powerful thrust. He moaned my name repetitively on his lips as he came into the condom, his hips rolling gently inside of me as I came down from my orgasm.
" Oh shit," he whispered, filling the condom up with his cum.
I sat there, kissing his inner wrist as he continued his slow rolling. " There's so much coming out," he chuckled. "Fuck, pretty girl. I've never cum this much before."
I smiled...
The power of pussy is a magical thing, Astrid's voice rings inside of my head and I couldn't help but laugh.
" What's so fucking funny?" Marc tickled my waist as I laughed uncontrollably. " Huh?"
I grabbed his hands, pulled them away from my body and brought them to my lips. " Astrid would say that my pussy is magical if she ever found out."
Marc chuckled. " Astrid isn't wrong, pretty girl."
He kissed my forehead as he pulled out of me. I had never felt so empty before.
" You've ruined me."
I'M BACCKKK!!!
OMG! this was a roller coaster chapter to write. Did I wrote half of this smut while on my ten minute break at work? Yes, yes I did.
I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!!! I know I did!
Thoughts?!?!
Twenty more chapters to go and so promise you, they're going to be a roller coaster.
Secrets will be revealed! Relationships will be tested! And of course, blood will be spilled!
Teheehehehehe.
Xoxo,
Alexis <3