WARNING: MATURE VIEWERS ONLY
Contains Sexual Content | Violence | Inappropriate Language
Destiny Anderson, a 25-year-old woman living in a modest apartment in Savannah, GA, has faced her share of hardships. After losing her mother to cancer at 18, h...
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I looked Marcus up and down as he leaned against my doorframe. He removed his glasses and tucked them into the collar of his shirt.
"Hey, Destiny," he said, his voice low and smooth.
My eyes fluttered at his words, sending me into a momentary trance. I shivered as I stared into his eyes, which seemed to burn with a lustful intensity.
"Umm... what are you doing here, Marcus?" I stammered, trying to cover myself with the door, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Sensing my embarrassment, his gaze lingered on me, and he bit his lip.
"It's been torture... not being able to see you," he growled, his words sending a jolt through me. I crossed my legs, biting my lip, ashamed of the way my body responded to him.
"Would you like to come in?" I asked, breathless from the tension filling the space between us.
As soon as I closed the door behind him, he embraced me, pulling me into a searing kiss. His lips were forceful but passionate, as though he was barely holding himself back. My breath hitched when he lifted me effortlessly, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.
I had never been kissed like this before, and I didn't want it to stop. Ever.
He broke the kiss, his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke. "Where's your bedroom?"
His kisses trailed down my neck, making it nearly impossible to form a coherent thought.
"First door to the right," I managed to gasp, leaning into him as he carried me.
He kicked the door open and laid me gently on the bed before devouring me with his kisses. Without hesitation, he tugged off my clothes, leaving me in just my panties. Standing over me, his eyes darkened with desire, and something about the moment felt eerily familiar.
But I couldn't think about that now. Not when my body was on fire, desperate for his touch.
Marcus leaned down, moving my panties aside with ease, exposing me completely. His gaze locked onto mine, and I couldn't control my breathing.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. "Because once I start, I won't stop."
His cold breath ghosted over me, making me shudder.
"Please," I moaned, the word slipping out before I could stop it.
In one swift motion, he removed my panties and leaned in, his lips teasing my most sensitive spot.
"Shit," I gasped, throwing my head back as pleasure coursed through me. My reaction seemed to surprise us both.
"You're so warm and wet," he murmured, his eyes locking onto mine. "Tell me, Destiny. Who are you this wet for?"
