Chapter 47: A Naggling Feeling Inside Of Her
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Recalling her past encounter with Victor only strengthened Macy's desire to conquer. There was no turning back now and so she resumed her journey to the second floor where she knew Marcel would be since it belonged to him.
Marcel sat on the sofa pouring himself another drink since his cousin stole the first one when Macy came in. At first, he wanted to ask her the reason for the unsummoned visit when he noticed her aura and he knew immediately.
Macy stood before Marcel without saying a word before her hands began to work on the buttons of her overcoat till she took it off and was in nothing but her underwear.
She was wearing a waist bra with a high-waisted lingerie thong that accentuated her waist and booty plus a silky stocking to the garter straps to complete the look. Macy was sexy and confident and not even a man with a huge appetite like Marcel could resist her.
"You've been tense and stressed lately, I thought you should take the edge off," Macy suggested to him.
"Well, what a nice offer," Marcel smirked while taking a sip of his drink before dropping the tumbler on the table.
He then relaxed back against the sofa and spread his legs open saying, "Have your full then,"
Macy understood the gesture and although that was not entirely what she wanted from him, she had to take what was given to her. Who knows, he might eventually change his mind afterward?
With that hope in her heart, Macy walked over to Marcel, intentionally swaying her hips, and upon reaching where he sat, got down on her knees in between his legs.
She then bent and began to work on his belt with her teeth until she pulled it away, glancing up into Marcel's eyes to see what he was thinking. However, Marcel held her gaze and she couldn't read anything in those eyes, but she knew he was impatient for her to begin.
With her hands, she pulled down on his pants for more accessibility and then slipped her hand into his underwear, feeling the swell of his arousal. Marcel released a slow exhale feeling her expert hands working him.
A hidden smile crossed Macy's face as she continued to touch Marcel. She shouldn't have been jealous in the first place because, at the end of the day, no one knows Marcel better than her.
She pulled him free from the confines of his underwear, he was huge. Macy swallowed, eager to taste him. Marcel watched her take his taunt c**k head to her lips with a gentle motion.
His eyes shut close, releasing a small groan of approval as she took him as wide as she could into her mouth. Macy tasted the salty, slightly bitter liquid of his precum on his tip and began to suck him as hard as she could.
Marcel moaned when she clamped him so tight with her mouth it hurt, nibbling him with the edge of her teeth. She then ran her tongue around his sides before stroking his sensitive tip.
Her hand then reached for him, running up and down his length while her mouth continued to suck him diligently. Marcel hummed with approval, Macy was the best at giving a blow job.
Macy was filled with pride as he continued to grow in size in her mouth while he thrust his hips up to her touch, moaning. He was breathing heavily as she redoubled her pace, pumping him faster while sucking him at the same time.
When Macy felt his frame begin to shudder, she knew he was closer to the edge and so continued to pump him faster when suddenly, Marcel's hands curved around her neck and pushed her head forward causing her to take him deeper till she swallowed all of his balls and length altogether.
Hot tears slipped from Macy's eyes because she could feel his head so deep in her throat she gurgled repeatedly. She was choking, yet Marcel didn't stop until he exploded right into her throat and she took everything.
Macy thought she would die until she felt fresh air once again. She coughed repeatedly, feeling pain in her throat. This was the first time Marcel had gone too far and though she was hurt, she didn't show it.
Instead, Macy rose to her feet and walked over to him with hunger and a pleading look in her eyes, she needed him.
He hurt her and had to compensate for it, perhaps that had been the reason Macy let him use her the way he wanted earlier without protesting. She could use that to convince him.
Marcel grabbed her waist and then snapped the flimsy material into nothing. Settling her right into his taunt arousal and she accepted him without hindrance, already wet for him.
Macy straddled him, riding him for a few moments before he took over and their brutal lovemaking began. Since Macy knew Marcel, he has never been gentle with her and she took it that way. Moreover, she loved it anyway. A strong alpha who was able to rock her world.
A scream tore from Macy's lips as he reached her arousal but the Marcel she knew wasn't done with her. Her body shivered with anticipation as he suddenly flipped her over on the sofa, forcing her to her belly with her ass pointed in the air.
Marcel felt her ass before he struck her hard on the bottom, ripping a shout from her lips.
"Does it hurt?!" Marcel growled into her ears, sending shivery pleasure down her spine. It was a sweet pain.
"No, master!" Macy heaved, her heart was pounding so hard in her chest right now from excitement.
"Do you like it?!" Marcel struck her on the bottom a second time.
"Yes, master!" Macy shouted.
"Would you be the good girl you've been?!" He struck her the third time.
"No master!" She said and Marcel arched his eyebrows at her.
Macy laughed, mad with desire, "I would always be the sweet little bitch you need, sir!"
At once, a dark smile curled Marcel's lips to the side, "Sweet little bitch you are then!"
And then, Marcel pressed her head down to the armrest while his hands grabbed her hands from behind as he entered into her, buried to the hilt. Macy gasped from the mind-blowing pleasure, he was stretching her from inside out.
He began to pound into her relentlessly and Macy could only whimper and moan. She knew Marcel was taking out his frustration on her and she accepted it all. He could own her body for all she cares. She doesn't really mind as far as it was her he wanted.
While Macy was drunk high on pleasure, Marcel had a different thought. As he grabbed her hair tight, all Marcel could see was the red hair as he fucked her savagely. He envisioned his d*ck in that petty mouth of hers, shutting her up as she took all of him.
He would thrust into her petty cunt, f**cking her until she doesn't know where she stops and he begins. She dared steal from him? Fine, he would punish her greatly, slamming into her over and over and over till she cried for him to stop.
Macy slumped over the sofa, exhaustion washing over her as she climaxed for the nth time. Marcel was a monster, where does he get such stamina from? She was trying to catch her breath and didn't get to see the confused look on Marcel's face.
What the fuck had he been thinking? Marcel was in so much shock that he stopped himself from achieving an erection a few seconds away. How did this happen? He had been fucking another woman while he had another in mind?
Marcel was greatly repulsed, not because he thought of another woman, but the redhead of all people. Why her? She has been like a pest, inhibiting his thoughts and now dares interfere with his sex life as well?
"Get up and leave," Macy was stunned when she heard that order from Marcel. Usually, after their lovemaking, they had some minutes to themselves to rest. Afterward, he could have her stay for more or send her away politely. She even thought she heard wrong but there was no mistaking Marcel's voice or order.
Macy turned to him with confusion, the question unable to leave her tongue.
"Just leave, Macy. I need to be alone to organize my thoughts," Marcel said, already on his feet as he wore his pants.
"O-kay?" Macy stammered, still confused as to what was going on. She didn't dare to ask questions in fear that he might get mad at him.
"Thanks for the effort," Marcel leaned down and pecked her on the cheek before leaving for his bedroom.
Macy touched the area where he pecked her and the turmoil in her heart calmed.. Perhaps she was thinking too much? Even at that, she couldn't erase that nagging feeling in her heart that something wasn't right.
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Recalling her past encounter with Victor only strengthened Macy's desire to conquer. There was no turning back now and so she resumed her journey to the second floor where she knew Marcel would be since it belonged to him.
Marcel sat on the sofa pouring himself another drink since his cousin stole the first one when Macy came in. At first, he wanted to ask her the reason for the unsummoned visit when he noticed her aura and he knew immediately.
Macy stood before Marcel without saying a word before her hands began to work on the buttons of her overcoat till she took it off and was in nothing but her underwear.
She was wearing a waist bra with a high-waisted lingerie thong that accentuated her waist and booty plus a silky stocking to the garter straps to complete the look. Macy was sexy and confident and not even a man with a huge appetite like Marcel could resist her.
"You've been tense and stressed lately, I thought you should take the edge off," Macy suggested to him.
"Well, what a nice offer," Marcel smirked while taking a sip of his drink before dropping the tumbler on the table.
He then relaxed back against the sofa and spread his legs open saying, "Have your full then,"
Macy understood the gesture and although that was not entirely what she wanted from him, she had to take what was given to her. Who knows, he might eventually change his mind afterward?
With that hope in her heart, Macy walked over to Marcel, intentionally swaying her hips, and upon reaching where he sat, got down on her knees in between his legs.
She then bent and began to work on his belt with her teeth until she pulled it away, glancing up into Marcel's eyes to see what he was thinking. However, Marcel held her gaze and she couldn't read anything in those eyes, but she knew he was impatient for her to begin.
With her hands, she pulled down on his pants for more accessibility and then slipped her hand into his underwear, feeling the swell of his arousal. Marcel released a slow exhale feeling her expert hands working him.
A hidden smile crossed Macy's face as she continued to touch Marcel. She shouldn't have been jealous in the first place because, at the end of the day, no one knows Marcel better than her.
She pulled him free from the confines of his underwear, he was huge. Macy swallowed, eager to taste him. Marcel watched her take his taunt c**k head to her lips with a gentle motion.
His eyes shut close, releasing a small groan of approval as she took him as wide as she could into her mouth. Macy tasted the salty, slightly bitter liquid of his precum on his tip and began to suck him as hard as she could.
Marcel moaned when she clamped him so tight with her mouth it hurt, nibbling him with the edge of her teeth. She then ran her tongue around his sides before stroking his sensitive tip.
Her hand then reached for him, running up and down his length while her mouth continued to suck him diligently. Marcel hummed with approval, Macy was the best at giving a blow job.
Macy was filled with pride as he continued to grow in size in her mouth while he thrust his hips up to her touch, moaning. He was breathing heavily as she redoubled her pace, pumping him faster while sucking him at the same time.
When Macy felt his frame begin to shudder, she knew he was closer to the edge and so continued to pump him faster when suddenly, Marcel's hands curved around her neck and pushed her head forward causing her to take him deeper till she swallowed all of his balls and length altogether.
Hot tears slipped from Macy's eyes because she could feel his head so deep in her throat she gurgled repeatedly. She was choking, yet Marcel didn't stop until he exploded right into her throat and she took everything.
Macy thought she would die until she felt fresh air once again. She coughed repeatedly, feeling pain in her throat. This was the first time Marcel had gone too far and though she was hurt, she didn't show it.
Instead, Macy rose to her feet and walked over to him with hunger and a pleading look in her eyes, she needed him.
He hurt her and had to compensate for it, perhaps that had been the reason Macy let him use her the way he wanted earlier without protesting. She could use that to convince him.
Marcel grabbed her waist and then snapped the flimsy material into nothing. Settling her right into his taunt arousal and she accepted him without hindrance, already wet for him.
Macy straddled him, riding him for a few moments before he took over and their brutal lovemaking began. Since Macy knew Marcel, he has never been gentle with her and she took it that way. Moreover, she loved it anyway. A strong alpha who was able to rock her world.
A scream tore from Macy's lips as he reached her arousal but the Marcel she knew wasn't done with her. Her body shivered with anticipation as he suddenly flipped her over on the sofa, forcing her to her belly with her ass pointed in the air.
Marcel felt her ass before he struck her hard on the bottom, ripping a shout from her lips.
"Does it hurt?!" Marcel growled into her ears, sending shivery pleasure down her spine. It was a sweet pain.
"No, master!" Macy heaved, her heart was pounding so hard in her chest right now from excitement.
"Do you like it?!" Marcel struck her on the bottom a second time.
"Yes, master!" Macy shouted.
"Would you be the good girl you've been?!" He struck her the third time.
"No master!" She said and Marcel arched his eyebrows at her.
Macy laughed, mad with desire, "I would always be the sweet little bitch you need, sir!"
At once, a dark smile curled Marcel's lips to the side, "Sweet little bitch you are then!"
And then, Marcel pressed her head down to the armrest while his hands grabbed her hands from behind as he entered into her, buried to the hilt. Macy gasped from the mind-blowing pleasure, he was stretching her from inside out.
He began to pound into her relentlessly and Macy could only whimper and moan. She knew Marcel was taking out his frustration on her and she accepted it all. He could own her body for all she cares. She doesn't really mind as far as it was her he wanted.
While Macy was drunk high on pleasure, Marcel had a different thought. As he grabbed her hair tight, all Marcel could see was the red hair as he fucked her savagely. He envisioned his d*ck in that petty mouth of hers, shutting her up as she took all of him.
He would thrust into her petty cunt, f**cking her until she doesn't know where she stops and he begins. She dared steal from him? Fine, he would punish her greatly, slamming into her over and over and over till she cried for him to stop.
Macy slumped over the sofa, exhaustion washing over her as she climaxed for the nth time. Marcel was a monster, where does he get such stamina from? She was trying to catch her breath and didn't get to see the confused look on Marcel's face.
What the fuck had he been thinking? Marcel was in so much shock that he stopped himself from achieving an erection a few seconds away. How did this happen? He had been fucking another woman while he had another in mind?
Marcel was greatly repulsed, not because he thought of another woman, but the redhead of all people. Why her? She has been like a pest, inhibiting his thoughts and now dares interfere with his sex life as well?
"Get up and leave," Macy was stunned when she heard that order from Marcel. Usually, after their lovemaking, they had some minutes to themselves to rest. Afterward, he could have her stay for more or send her away politely. She even thought she heard wrong but there was no mistaking Marcel's voice or order.
Macy turned to him with confusion, the question unable to leave her tongue.
"Just leave, Macy. I need to be alone to organize my thoughts," Marcel said, already on his feet as he wore his pants.
"O-kay?" Macy stammered, still confused as to what was going on. She didn't dare to ask questions in fear that he might get mad at him.
"Thanks for the effort," Marcel leaned down and pecked her on the cheek before leaving for his bedroom.
Macy touched the area where he pecked her and the turmoil in her heart calmed.. Perhaps she was thinking too much? Even at that, she couldn't erase that nagging feeling in her heart that something wasn't right.
Recalling her past encounter with Victor only strengthened Macy's desire to conquer. There was no turning back now and so she resumed her journey to the second floor where she knewMarcel would be since it belonged to him.Marcel sat on the sofa pouring himself another drink since his cousin stole the first one when Macy came in. At first, he wanted to ask her the reason for the unsummoned visit when he noticed her aura and he knew immediately.Macy stood before Marcel without saying a word before her hands began to work on the buttons of her overcoat till she took it off and was in nothing but her underwear.She was wearing a waist bra with a high-waisted lingerie thong that accentuated her waist and booty plus a silky stocking to the garter straps to complete the look. Macy was sexy and confident and not even a man with a huge appetite like Marcel could resist her."You've been tense and stressed lately, I thought you should take the edge off," Macy suggested to him."Well, what a nice offer," Marcel smirked while taking a sip of his drink before dropping the tumbler on the table.He then relaxed back against the sofa and spread his legs open saying, "Have your full then,"Macy understood the gesture and although that was not entirely what she wanted from him, she had to take what was given to her. Who knows, he might eventually change his mind afterward?With that hope in her heart, Macy walked over to Marcel, intentionally swaying her hips, and upon reaching where he sat, got down on her knees in between his legs.She then bent and began to work on his belt with her teeth until she pulled it away, glancing up into Marcel's eyes to see what he was thinking. However, Marcel held her gaze and she couldn't read anything in those eyes, but she knew he was impatient for her to begin.With her hands, she pulled down on his pants for more accessibility and then slipped her hand into his underwear, feeling the swell of his arousal. Marcel released a slow exhale feeling her expert hands working him.A hidden smile crossed Macy's face as she continued to touch Marcel. She shouldn't have been jealous in the first place because, at the end of the day, no one knows Marcel better than her.She pulled him free from the confines of his underwear, he was huge. Macy swallowed, eager to taste him. Marcel watched her take his taunt c**k head to her lips with a gentle motion.His eyes shut close, releasing a small groan of approval as she took him as wide as she could into her mouth. Macy tasted the salty, slightly bitter liquid of his precum on his tip and began to suck him as hard as she could.Marcel moaned when she clamped him so tight with her mouth it hurt, nibbling him with the edge of her teeth. She then ran her tongue around his sides before stroking his sensitive tip.Her hand then reached for him, running up and down his length while her mouth continued to suck him diligently. Marcel hummed with approval, Macy was the best at giving a blow job.Macy was filled with pride as he continued to grow in size in her mouth while he thrust his hips up to her touch, moaning. He was breathing heavily as she redoubled her pace, pumping him faster while sucking him at the same time.When Macy felt his frame begin to shudder, she knew he was closer to the edge and so continued to pump him faster when suddenly, Marcel's hands curved around her neck and pushed her head forward causing her to take him deeper till she swallowed all of his balls and length altogether.Hot tears slipped from Macy's eyes because she could feel his head so deep in her throat she gurgled repeatedly. She was choking, yet Marcel didn't stop until he exploded right into her throat and she took everything.Macy thought she would die until she felt fresh air once again. She coughed repeatedly, feeling pain in her throat. This was the first time Marcel had gone too far and though she was hurt, she didn't show it.Instead, Macy rose to her feet and walked over to him with hunger and a pleading look in her eyes, she needed him.He hurt her and had to compensate for it, perhaps that had been the reason Macy let him use her the way he wanted earlier without protesting. She could use that to convince him.Marcel grabbed her waist and then snapped the flimsy material into nothing. Settling her right into his taunt arousal and she accepted him without hindrance, already wet for him.Macy straddled him, riding him for a few moments before he took over and their brutal lovemaking began. Since Macy knew Marcel, he has never been gentle with her and she took it that way. Moreover, she loved it anyway. A strong alpha who was able to rock her world.A scream tore from Macy's lips as he reached her arousal but the Marcel she knew wasn't done with her. Her body shivered with anticipation as he suddenly flipped her over on the sofa, forcing her to her belly with her ass pointed in the air.Marcel felt her ass before he struck her hard on the bottom, ripping a shout from her lips."Does it hurt?!" Marcel growled into her ears, sending shivery pleasure down her spine. It was a sweet pain."No, master!" Macy heaved, her heart was pounding so hard in her chest right now from excitement."Do you like it?!" Marcel struck her on the bottom a second time."Yes, master!" Macy shouted."Would you be the good girl you've been?!" He struck her the third time."No master!" She said and Marcel arched his eyebrows at her.Macy laughed, mad with desire, "I would always be the sweet little bitch you need, sir!"At once, a dark smile curled Marcel's lips to the side, "Sweet little bitch you are then!"And then, Marcel pressed her head down to the armrest while his hands grabbed her hands from behind as he entered into her, buried to the hilt. Macy gasped from the mind-blowing pleasure, he was stretching her from inside out.He began to pound into her relentlessly and Macy could only whimper and moan. She knew Marcel was taking out his frustration on her and she accepted it all. He could own her body for all she cares. She doesn't really mind as far as it was her he wanted.While Macy was drunk high on pleasure, Marcel had a different thought. As he grabbed her hair tight, all Marcel could see was the red hair as he fucked her savagely. He envisioned his d*ckin that petty mouth of hers, shutting her up as she took all of him.He would thrust into her petty cunt, f**cking her until she doesn't know where she stops and he begins. She dared steal from him? Fine, he would punish her greatly, slamming into her over and over and over till she cried for him to stop.Macy slumped over the sofa, exhaustion washing over her as she climaxed for the nth time. Marcel was a monster, where does he get such stamina from? She was trying to catch her breath and didn't get to see the confused look on Marcel's face.What the fuck had he been thinking? Marcel was in so much shock that he stopped himself from achieving an erection a few seconds away. How did this happen? He had been fucking another woman while he had another in mind?Marcel was greatly repulsed, not because he thought of another woman, but the redhead of all people. Why her? She has been like a pest, inhibiting his thoughts and now dares interfere with his sex life as well?"Get up and leave," Macy was stunned when she heard that order from Marcel. Usually, after their lovemaking, they had some minutes to themselves to rest. Afterward, he could have her stay for more or send her away politely. She even thought she heard wrong but there was no mistaking Marcel's voice or order.Macy turned to him with confusion, the question unable to leave her tongue."Just leave, Macy. I need to be alone to organize my thoughts," Marcel said, already on his feet as he wore his pants."O-kay?" Macy stammered, still confused as to what was going on. She didn't dare to ask questions in fear that he might get mad at him."Thanks for the effort," Marcel leaned down and pecked her on the cheek before leaving for his bedroom.Macy touched the area where he pecked her and the turmoil in her heart calmed.. Perhaps she was thinking too much? Even at that, she couldn't erase that nagging feeling in her heart that something wasn't right.
