Chapter 4 Ruined By My Ex's Uncle & His Friends

Elena Whitmore's Point Of View.

Marcus settled between my thighs, his broad shoulders forcing my legs even wider apart while I stayed completely still, terrified that Ethan would somehow know I was inside, half naked in his uncle’s room.

“Nah, I have not seen her, man." He said, squeezing my thigh in a steady, casual voice. My bare pink pussy was completely open to his hungry gaze. The cool air kissed my wet folds, making me shiver. "Try checking with her friends.”

"No need. She is my bitch, she will come to me anyway wagging her tail." Ethan muttered, as he moved away from the door. “Thanks anyway,”

Marcus looked down at me with dark, amused eyes as he used his thick, rough, and incredibly skilled fingers to stroke my slick folds. After a moment, his thumb found my swollen clit and began circling it with slow, perfect pressure. My hips jerked hard, and soft, embarrassing moans slipped from my mouth as heavy waves of pleasure rolled through me.

Just then, he lowered his mouth. The first long, slow lick of his hot tongue made me cry out. He licked me like he was savoring every drop, dragging his tongue firmly from my dripping entrance up to my throbbing clit. He flicked the sensitive little bud fast, then sucked it gently between his warm lips.

"Oh, Marcus." I whimpered, while my hands flew into his thick hair. "Oh, my sweet, innocent lord."

He pushed two thick fingers deep inside my tight pussy, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot I never knew existed while the drug made every lick and thrust feel ten times stronger. My thighs shook uncontrollably around his head.

"You taste so sweet, Elena," He growled against my wet pussy, his deep voice was vibrating through me. "So fucking wet already. This pussy is mine tonight."

 "Marcus, it feels so good." I moaned, lost in the pleasure as I tightenend my fingers around his hair. "I -I feel like I am losing control but I don’t want you to stop."

Marcus suddenly reached up with his free hand and grabbed a thick handful of my hair, without breaking his rhythm. He tugged it firmly, pulling my head back just enough to make me gasp. His fingers kept pumping steadily into my soaked pussy while his tongue continued its relentless assault on my clit.

"Sir," He corrected, lifting his head just enough to speak. His voice was low, rough, and commanding. His eyes were dark with dominance as he stared up at me. "You call me Sir when I am between your legs. I demand respect, Elena."

"Yes sir," I whimpered, my voice came out shaky and breathless. A fresh wave of submission washed over me, mixing with the drug and the overwhelming pleasure.

Marcus growled in approval, sending a fresh shiver through my body. He immediately buried his face back between my thighs, sucking my swollen clit harder while his thick fingers pumped faster and deeper into my dripping pussy, curling those two strong fingers against my g-spot. 

The combination was too much. His wet tongue flicked rapidly over my sensitive bud, with every thrust. His free hand stayed tangled in my hair, holding me in place while he devoured me.

"That's it," He rasped between long, firm licks. "Let me hear you. Cum for your sir like a good pet you are, Elena."

My whole body tensed, the pressure in my belly grew unbearably tight, hotter and hotter with every stroke of his tongue and thrust of his fingers. My back arched sharply off the sofa.

"I am -I am gonna cum, Sir." I sobbed, tears of overwhelming pleasure dripped from the corners of my eyes. "Oh dear god."

 "Cum right now," He commanded, his voice was rough and authoritative against my soaked flesh. "Cum on my tongue. Flood my mouth."

That was all it took.

The orgasm exploded through me like a tidal wave. I screamed, my body convulsing violently as powerful spasms ripped through my pussy. My walls clenched and pulsed hard around his thick fingers, gushing wetly over his hand and tongue. Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over me, making my thighs shook and my toes curl.

"Sir. Oh fuck, Sir." I cried out, my voice was hoarse as the orgasm tore through me. My hips jerked wildly against his face while he kept licking and sucking, drinking every drop of my release without mercy.

He kept fingering and licking me through every shuddering aftershock, drawing out the pleasure until I was a trembling, whimpering mess. Only when my body finally went limp did he slow down, placing soft, possessive kisses on my swollen, sensitive pussy.

Marcus moved up my body and pulled me into his strong arms, cradling my flushed, shaking form against his broad chest. I was still panting, tears of release drying on my cheeks.

He kissed my forehead gently, then tilted my chin up so I had to meet his intense dark eyes.

"You came so beautifully for me," He murmured, his voice was deep and satisfied. "Such a good girl but we' are not done yet, Elena. Not even close."

Before I could respond, Marcus slid one arm under my knees and the other behind my back. He lifted me effortlessly, as if I weighed nothing at all. I gasped softly, wrapping my arms around his thick neck. His muscles barely flexed under his shirt as he carried me across the room.

He laid me down gently in the large king-sized bed of his, the black sheets felt  cool against my overheated skin. Marcus stood at the edge of the bed for a moment, his dark eyes roaming over my naked, flushed body with clear hunger. Then he climbed onto the bed with slow movements, his powerful frame looming over me.

"Tomorrow is going to be a long day for you, Elena. I am going to take my time teaching you. You will learn how to please me and how to let go completely." He said in that same low, commanding voice as he brushed my hair away from my face. He leaned down, capturing my lips in a slow, deep kiss that left me dizzy. When he pulled back, his eyes locked onto mine with quiet intensity. "Rest now while you still can," He whispered against my lips. "Because once I start again, I won't stop."

He leaned down again and kissed me on the forehead, then on my tear-streaked cheeks. I turned my face away, suddenly feeling a rush of embarrassment and guilt crashing over me. My cheeks burned hot as I realized what I had just done, I had come so hard on my boyfriend's uncle’s tongue while he was right outside the door. I felt dirty and ashamed.

“I… I can’t believe I did that,” I whispered, my voice was small and shaky. Tears of guilt and embarrassment filled my eyes again as I tried to close my legs and cover myself. “Ethan was right there and I still let you.” 

Marcus pulled the soft blanket over my body and gathered me back into his strong arms, cradling me against his chest. His large hand rubbed slow, soothing circles on my back.

“Shhh, baby. Don’t do that,” He murmured softly, his voice was deep and calm. He tilted my chin up so I had to look at him. His thumb gently wiped away my tears. “You have nothing to feel guilty about. Ethan cheated on you, remember? He does not deserve your loyalty anymore. You are free now and you were such a good girl for me tonight.”

His words were gentle, but there was a possessive edge with them. I nodded weakly, still feeling embarrassed but strangely comforted by his words and the warmth of his body.

“Look at me, Elena. You are safe here. I know it feels overwhelming right now because you are new to this but your body knows what it wants. It responded so beautifully to me. That means you belong here, with me.” He said, kissing my forehead again and holding me tighter, stroking my hair. “You don’t have to feel ashamed for enjoying yourself. I will take care of you. I will protect you from him. All you have to do is trust me and let me lead. Okay, sweetheart?”

He smiled, continuing to rub my back in slow, comforting strokes while whispering reassuring words in my ear.

“That’s my good girl. Just rest now. Your sir have got you.”