SWEETHEART | 18+

Chapter Nine

a/n: long smutty chap for my loveys <3

After texting Viper Marcus' address and full name, we went inside. As we step inside, Marcus frowns.

"Beth?" He calls. "The babysitter must've fallen asleep." He says to me. "Though I didn't see her car..." I bite my lip. She could've left early, but without getting paid? Odd. Suddenly, down the stairs comes an insanely plastic-surgeried woman, smiling wide.

"Marcus! Baby!" Marcus mutters a 'shit' and holds his hand up. "What? Is your wife not allowed to come to see her daughter? And who is this?" My jaw drops. Wife. Her daughter. Why didn't it go through my brain that having a daughter meant he was probably in a relationship? But as I glance down, I realize he isn't wearing a ring. Was he cheating on his wife? With me? Oh my God.

"Get out of my fucking house. You are no longer my wife or the mother of my daughter. You lost custody. Get out before I call the fucking police." I haven't really seen Marcus in most situations, having only met him today, but I was now able to witness his anger in full form.

"Are you bringing teenage prostitutes into this house? Look at her... I thought better of you, baby." The woman frowns, glaring at me. I scoff and go to bite back, but Marcus places a hand on my shoulder.

"You are violating a restraining order. This is your last warning. Get out, Miranda." The woman— Miranda— starts fake crying and runs out the door, purposely slamming into my shoulder on the way. I wince and rub the area of pain.

Miranda slams the door behind her. Marcus lets out a big sigh.

"I'm sorry about her, she's such a pain. I thought she actually loved me at one point, too." He barks out a sad laugh.

"I'm sorry you have to deal with her, it was hideous just to see her," I say, taking off my leather jacket and shoes and setting them by the front door. Marcus grabs my hand and pulls me up the stairs. "Oh—" He drags me into what I think is his room and picks me up.

"Here you go, sweetheart." And then he throws me onto the fucking bed. I squeal and land on the soft mattress, proceeding to laugh.

"You suck!" I whisper. He stalks toward me, smiling, hands in his pockets. He leans over me as I'm sprawled out on the sheets. There are a couple of beats of silence, where the air between us is thick and hot.

"And you look good on my bed." He murmurs. I blush and look away. Anything but his face, his body, or his hair. I feel callused fingers grasp my chin and turn it toward him. His smile has disappeared, and his gaze is raking down my body like a starved lion.

"You said you wouldn't do anything with your daughter in the house, Mr. Adams." I gently remind him. He meets my eyes again, loosening his grip on my chin.

"Oh, nothing loud. But I'm fine with shoving my fingers down your throat to make you shut up." My eyes widen, and my face is even more red-hot than before. "Would you want that, Daniella?" Jesus fuck. The way he said my name, so seductive and smooth, it was like an orgasm in itself. Generally, I wouldn't like anyone saying my full name, but him— it was different. I hesitantly nod. "Tell me your safeword."

"Rubies," I mumble. This wasn't my first rodeo. I knew what was coming.

"Atta girl." He praises me coyly, letting go of my chin and climbing on top of me. I'm laying in the center of the bed, my head resting in the mass of pillows. Marcus starts removing my pants, tugging them off my ankles, and throwing them off to the side. He eyes the thong that I had been wearing on our date earlier, grinning.

"What? You're staring..." I pant, my breath getting a little heavier.

"I'm feeling a little hungry," Marcus mutters, leaning down and pulling my panties down with his teeth— watching my face all the while. I've never been this wet. I didn't think I could be this wet. I feel like I'm seeping my fluids onto Marcus' bedsheets, but he looks like he couldn't care less.

He pulls my panties off of me and throws them wherever he had thrown my pants, watching the reaction in my core. I see him settle between my legs, and my eyes widen. I was too lust-drunk to realize what exactly he was doing. I try to sit up. Marcus' hands come up and push me back down.

"Don't waste your time eating me out, please. Do something you want to do." He smiles and shrugs.

"Okay. We'll do something I want to do." Then he leans down and kisses my slit, eyes locked with mine. I whimper and buck into his mouth. He hooks his arms around my thighs. "Calm, sweetheart. Stay calm." He licks from the bottom of my slit to the top, wettening his stubble and making me gasp.

My hips move on their own account, pushing toward Marcus' face and directly into his tongue. He looks at me, thoroughly amused, and kisses the inside of my thigh. Then he goes back to licking and kissing my core, chuckling as I try to get closer.

"Please, Marcus, I need more." He mocks my words against my slit, eyes closed. "Marcus!" I whine. His eyes flash open in a warning.

"Quiet. Don't make me tell you again. And sure, you can have more. Don't try to make me stop." He pushes his face inward, his nose brushing my swollen clit. I twitch, throwing my head back. Just when I think he couldn't please me any further, he sticks his tongue deep inside me.

I'm gasping, and my head flies back up to watch him push inside me. He groans against me, and the vibration is glorious.

"Oh, sweetheart. You taste so good, and you're so tight, God..." I grasp a handful of his hair, tugging, making him sigh against me once again. My climax builds in the background, but it's there, pulsing and warm.

"Make me cum, fuck, please make me cum." I beg, watching through hooded eyes as he continues swallowing me whole.

"I will. Many times tonight." It sounds like a promise, and I'm going to hold him to it. He pulls one of his arms out from under my thighs and moves his mouth upwards, focusing it on my clit. I have to muffle my scream with my hand, and my eyes are tearing up. He pushes one finger inside me, and for me, that's a lot. It's been a little while since I've done any of this. A couple of years, even.

My eyes are rolling back, and I'm trying to push his head away from me at this point, but he's just sucking on my sensitive bud and pumping his finger in and out of me.

"Such a pretty pussy, Daniella." He mutters, curling his finger inside me. I gasp and feel the edge.

"Marcus, I'm gonna— fuck—" He curls his finger again.

"Go right ahead, sweetheart." I let myself release, biting into my hand to keep myself from crying out. Tears stain my cheeks. I feel Marcus help me ride out my orgasm with his finger, but eventually, he pulls it out. His mouth detaches from me, and I breathe out a sigh of relief.

He leans over me and shoves his finger in my mouth. I gag immediately, the length of his finger surprising me. But he didn't take it out until I had sucked it clean, crying and choking all at the same. He sits up with a large smile.

"Such a good girl, Dani. So good for me." He starts unzipping his jeans. "Now... what do you need?"