Page 66 of Marcus: Sins of the Father

“What about all that shit that went down at the Christmas party? You wanted me to leave then.” I lift my hand in the general direction of her home.

“I didn’t want to stop seeing you. I wanted to give my dad time to cool down.”

“What, you think he’s just going to accept me?”

“You don’t know my dad.”

“You’re right. I don’t.” She hit the nail on the head without even knowing it. “I don’t know any dad.” I let out a forced chuckle. “I thought maybe I’d have a type of father when I found my girl. Maybe actually have someone who thought of me as a son.” I shake my head. “Guess no father will ever approve of me. Just another pipe dream.”

“That’s not true. My dad will come around. And what about Cole and Angel? I thought they took you under their wings.”

I force my gaze to her face. “He’s been good to me. They both have, but he doesn’t think of me like that.” I’m trying to give myself brothers, a family with this club, but I’ll never have what I really seek—a father. I saw it that day with the Death Heads. TJ got the pat on the back, and Billy’s dad beamed with pride. Me, I was expendable. They would have cared, but like that of a friend, a brother. I have no father figure to talk to, to teach me life lessons. Everything I’ve learned, I’ve taught myself.

“Baby.” Her voice is soft, barely a whisper.

There’s pity in her eyes—hear it in that soft word, and I don’t want it. “It doesn’t matter. I should let that dream go.”

“No. You shouldn’t. I know my dad could be that for you. He just has to see how special you are.”

“Yeah, sure.” I concede, not wanting to draw out this pain of rejection any longer.

She sucks in a breath and lets it out. “You’re not making this easy for me, are you?”

“Nope.” I let the word pop, just like she did a moment ago.

That makes her smile and shake her head. She walks slowly toward me, and her palms land on my chest, sliding up the leather. My gaze drops to her hands, then I meet her eyes.

“So, how long do you have this room for?” Her voice purrs.

“Long enough.” I’m no fool, so I grab her waist and drag her body against mine. The knit fabric that clings to every curve is soft under my palms. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in just jeans and a sweater, and all I want to do is tear it off her.

“Are we good now?” She rubs her hands across my chest.

“We will be.” My eyes follow her tongue as it slips out and across her lip. “Damn baby, I can think of some things for you to do with that tongue.”

“Me too.” She lowers to her knees. Unbuckling my pants, she grasps my hard dick into her soft hands. Her tongue gives one long lick, making me shudder. Then takes my whole length into her sweet, sweet mouth. I’ve died and gone to heaven. She starts slow, gliding me in and out until I’m throbbing. She moans around me, and it’s my undoing. I thread my fingers through her hair, holding her head in my hands and controlling the rhythm. Soon I’m fucking her mouth hard, but I want something so much sweeter. I pull out and drag her to her feet.

“Take your clothes off.”

She wiggles her pants off and drags her sweater over her head. I admire the sight of her matching peach-colored panties and bra.

I raise a brow. “All of it.”

She reaches behind her, unhooking her bra. Her tits pop out, the nipples standing at attention, just waiting for my warm mouth.

I step forward, taking their weight in my hands, and push those beautiful nipples up to my waiting mouth. I flick my tongue across the buds. As I do, my hand seeks the real prize. I slip it under her panties and feel her wetness between my fingers. I thrust two inside, making her come up on her toes. As I pull them out, I make sure to rub them along her most sensitive area. I suck them into my mouth to taste her sweet honey.

“Mmm, I can’t wait another second to be inside you.”

“Take me,” she pleads. “Now.”

I lower her to the bed and rip her panties off. I shimmy out of my own jeans and boxers, grabbing a condom as I do. Then shrug off my cut, laying it over a nearby chair and pull my shirt over my head.

“Spread your legs wide.”

She lets them fall open. I love the way she obeys every command I give her. I’m captivated by the beautiful sight of her spread wide. For me. All for me. My eyes lock on that pretty pussy. She glistens with her need for me to take her.

I roll on the condom and position myself between her legs.

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