“Baby I’m preying on you tonight, hunt you down eat you alive, just like animals…”


It was hard to fully grasp what was going on. Because as Marco was leading Marie into a bar, she thought she heard him make a deal with the bartender, apparently someone he knew well. He was getting into things quickly, given that twenty-four hours ago, he was protesting everything about her.

“Bobby give me fifteen minutes in the backroom…” Marco pleaded. He was turned to the side at the bar, one hand reaching back to hold Marie’s hand. While he sorted everything out, she brushed the back of his hand against her covered clit as it throbbed beneath her jeans. The anticipation was getting to her.

“Scandy, I can’t just keep everyone out of the backroom,” Bobby tried to explain as he poured a drink for another patron.

“Can you do it for two box tickets to a Habs game?” Marco glanced back at Marie, eyes dropping to her waist as she tried to pleasure herself with his knuckles.

“Can you get me two box tickets to a Habs game?”

“If you give me fifteen minutes in the back, I’ll do just about anything for you,”

Bobby smirked, and eyed Marie quickly. “Two Habs tickets and a night with her,”

Marco clenched his jaw and stared sullenly at Bobby until he relented and nodded to the side, allowing Marco to drag Marie into the back. As she entered the room, and Marco fumbled with the lock, Marie looked around, not seeing much more than a small break room. A tug on her wrist had her spinning around, and Marco caught her, cupping his hands on either side of her face. Their lips met wildly in the same instant, and Marie dropped her hips into his, trying to appease the pulsing sensation that was coming from deep inside her.

“Get on your knees,” he murmured, reaching for his waist, hastily undoing the button and sliding down the zipper. In no time, his pants were down by his ankles and he pulled down his black boxer briefs just enough to whip out his already erect member. With Marie kneeling in front of him, he smiled and guided himself into her mouth, “oh shit.”

He was bigger than the other guys she had been with, and at first, his size was intimidating. She tried to hide the anxiety she felt about the whole thing as she wrapped her lips around the head of his dick, flicking her tongue against the tip. Despite the nerves, she was being given the chance to show him that her age didn’t mean she couldn’t pleasure him, and she wasn’t going to let the moment pass by.

She tried to open her mouth as wide as possible, but was still only able to get half of him past her lips. With one of her hands, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his dick, squeezing and twisting gently as she sucked her cheeks in, creating a tight suction around him. Marco looked down at her and groaned, lifting one of his hands to her head and clenched a fistful of her hair. She moaned against him, pulling his length out of her mouth with a small popping noise, and began stroking him swiftly as she open her mouth and sucked his balls into her mouth, massaging her tongue over the sensitive skin.

Marco let out a guttural moan and took the base of his cock in his hand, leading it back into her mouth, and then with both hands behind her head, holding her still, he began thrusting his hips. As he forced his length into her mouth, she gagged, choking each time it hit the back of her throat. He smirked down at her, and with a final thrust, held his length in place. Marie shifted her tear-filled eyes up to meet his, trying to swallow, which earned a lusty moan from Marco as her throat muscles closed around his shaft momentarily.

She pulled back and took deep breaths to regain her composure. Marco was still looking at her, but now instead of tight smile, his mouth was hung open, and he was stroking himself as Mare wiped the corners of her mouth. Her throat was sore, but she was set on making sure she could prove Marco wrong. “Come in my mouth,” she whispered, kissing the head of his cock before she wrapped her lips around him, sucking gently to urge him closer to his climax.

He chewed on his bottom lip as he curled his fingers around his shaft, pumping away as quickly as he could. Marie tilted her head back and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue, eagerly awaiting the chance to taste him. She didn’t have to wait much longer before Marco was mumbling profanities, shooting rope after rope into her mouth. As she closed her mouth to swallow, he shot the rest of his load on her chin and she smiled up at him, making sure to suck every last drop out of him.

Marco leaned back against the wall, panting as he tucked his twitching cock back into his briefs, and pulled up his pants. Marie stood up in front of him, hair knotted in the back where he had had a grip on her, and he dragged his thumb across her chin, wiping away his cum that had missed her mouth. He set it at her lips, pushing it into her mouth and watched as she sucked on his finger fervently.

She giggled with his thumb in her mouth. “You taste good,”

“Dirty little girl, aren’t you?” He flashed his teeth at her, limply wrapping his arms around her hips and pulled her into him.

Through the layers of clothes separating them, she could feel his dick throbbing against her leg. She nodded coyly and nipped at his jaw, “can you do me a favor?” Marie waited for him to nod, and when he did, she let out a long sigh, “fuck my brains out, please?”

His smile grew wider and he nodded again, pulling open the door and led her back into the bar around the masses of people. Bobby obviously knew what had gone on because when they passed by him on their way out, he gave Marco a quick nod of approval. When they got outside, it had grown even chillier, and without hesitation, Marco shrugged his pea coat off his shoulders and placed it on top of Marie’s shoulders.

Left in his white t-shirt, he bent down closer to Marie in order to be able to speak softly. “The hotel?”

Marie shook her head and looked up at him, “your place. Jess is in, and I want to be able to scream for you.”

It was nearly impossible for Marco to hide his surprise as his cheeks turned a light red color. He nodded in the direction of his place, and then looked at her to make sure she was serious. When he saw that she was, they began weaving through the streets as quickly as possible, while still trying to look inconspicuous.

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Marie didn’t know if the banging noise she heard was Marco’s front door slamming shut, or her head hitting the wall, because both happened simultaneously. The moment they were in the seclusion of his luxury apartment, they were trying to undress each other. Marco pulled his shirt over his head, and reached for Marie just as she was wiggling her way out of her tight jeans, leaving her in a pair of purple boy shorts. So it wasn’t the sexiest of underwear, but in her defense, she hadn’t been expecting sex.

Marco carried her to his bedroom, falling over onto his king sized bed. He stood back up and undid his pants, with Marie lying on the bed on her back, working her shirt up her body. She made quick work of her bra, unclipping it in the front, and let it fall away from her body, exposing her perky breasts. Marco stared down at them as he threw his boxer briefs onto the floor.

“There’s condoms in my purse…” she managed to pant out, as his hands began to explore her chest.

He forced himself to pull away, reaching into the nightstand drawer, and pulled out a foil packet, tossing it into her hands, “put it on me.” He ordered and sat back on his knees and dropped his hand in between her legs, pressing the fabric of her underwear against her clit.

Marie’s legs flinched together as he toyed with her swollenness. When she was able to spread her legs for him again, she reached forward and expertly rolled the rubber down his shaft, feeling the ribbed latex beneath her fingertips.

Marco wrapped his arm around Marie’s waist, kissing her lips quickly before he flipped her over, forcing her onto her stomach. She crawled up onto her hands and knees, and glanced back as Marco worked her underwear over her ass. She moaned quietly for him as he sucked on his middle and ring fingers, and pressed them against her taut entrance, licking his lips slowly as they sunk into her. Marie felt her arms become weak, and she pressed her face into the duvet, unable to hold herself up any longer.

Once Marco pulled his fingers out of her, he reached for her wrists, holding them both behind her back, and Marie turned her head to the side, to get a peek of him from her periphery. While holding both her wrists with one hand, Marco used his other to line himself up with her core. Instinctively, Marie spread her legs further apart, knowing it was going to be rough to start; his size would be difficult to get over.

“Keep ‘em together,” he growled, pushing his knee against her leg. And Marie did as he asked, and squeezed her legs together. Already her muscles were clenching in preparation for the abuse they were about to take. Somewhat braced, Marco entered her, at first only able to get the head of his dick in, “god you’re so tight,” he grumbled.

From her angle, Marie thought she could see a sadistic grin on his face. When he pushed his hips forward just to get a bit more of himself into her, she bit down on her tongue and let out a high-pitched shriek. “Fuck! Wait…”

Marco smiled and bent his body over hers, kissing her shoulder quickly, “clearly you’re used to little boys.” He leaned back up and yanked her up with him, her back pressed flush to his chest. He reached around for her neck, and squeezed his gently, seeing the vein in her neck pulse. With his lips at her ear, he forced his shaft deeper, gaining another scream from her, “Shh… relax,” he cooed.

Her chest was heaving, and she reached up to grab onto Marco’s wrist as he held her neck. “Marco…” she gasped as he slowly loosened his grip on her neck.

He sat back on his knees, pulling out of her slightly, and then held onto her waist, “sit back…”

She did as he asked and winced silently as she sat back on his cock, letting gravity do most the work. He helped the process by lifting his hips until he bottomed out, and stayed still for a moment as he felt her muscles contract around him.

“Good girl,” he whispered, kissing the soft patch of skin just below her ear. Her response was in the form of a breathy whine, and he kissed her neck again before nudging her back down to the bed. He set his hands on the small of her back, rocking himself in and out of her at an even pace, only pulling out slightly before going balls deep in her again.

As her muscles seemed to give up, his thrusts stayed at the same steady pace, but got longer and stronger as with each one, he pulled all the way out, just to sink back into her. His movements were sending her entire body forward on the bed, and she gripped at the duvet, trying to keep herself calm and still.

With each thrust, Marie felt like she was going to explode, knowing it was only going to be a short while before she reached the point she’d been waiting for all night. Marco moved his hands from her back and leaned over her, setting his hands on top of hers, placing his fingers in the spaces between hers. She found a sort of comfort in it, only to have that comfort vanish when he began pounding into her. He slipped into her easier now, having loosened her enough for the night, and with the increase of pace, Marie lost it, coming completely undone. She trembled beneath him as he continued to ram into her as she rode out her orgasm, crying out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Her muscles contracted around him, making the fit tight again, and he bit into her shoulder gently, only getting a few more thrusts in until his body went rigid and he shot his load into the condom.

She breathed heavily, completely collapsing on the bed as Marco’s length throbbed inside of her. Even after he had pulled out and disposed of the condom, Marie stayed in place afraid to move. Her stomach ached and in between her legs felt like a war zone. Once he returned to bed and lay down beside her, she forced herself to flip over onto her back. Everything below her waist was already sore and she figured this was what death felt like.

“Are you alright?” he grumbled, crawling back on top of her. The muscles in his shoulders flexed as he bent in to kiss her neck. She prayed that he wasn’t gearing up for round two.

“Mhmm,” she gasped still searching for air. Even the slightest of movements made her wince, and she was sure that her shaky voice didn’t make her sound too convincing.

“Do you need water?” He pulled back to look at her. It was then that Marie noticed he had thrown on a pair of athletic shorts. Thank God he was done for the night.

“Yes,” she managed to get out. When he left the room, it gave her the moment to let out a small whine, feeling sorry for herself. What had she just done? What had she gotten herself into? Sex had never been an issue before, but this? She felt as though he had mutilated her.

The door creaked back open and Marie lifted her head just enough to watch Marco come in. Not only was he carrying a bottle of water, but a heating pad too. After handing her the water, he plugged the pad into the wall and turned it on, gently setting it over her lower abdomen.

“I’m not an idiot. And you’re a bad liar,” he said softly, reaching over for the remote to flick on the television. He left whatever had come on, which happened to be a news broadcast. “You could’ve told me to stop.”

“Why? So you could say ‘that’s another reason I don’t get with teenagers’? No thanks…” she snapped, turning her head to face him. He was next to her, on his side, with his head propped on his hand.

“You at least could’ve told me to go slower,” he murmured offhand, setting his free hand on top of the heating pad to add a bit of pressure.

Marie had expected it to make things worse, but surprisingly, the touch of pressure made things feel better. “I didn’t want to disappoint you,”

By the look on his face, he hadn’t been expecting that response. He had been anticipating a “you should’ve known”, but what he heard was much more pitiful.

Notes

"Animals" by Maroon 5.

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