Taste of Clouds: Your Sin Paradise

Hannah

"Please, Hannah..." Marcus begged, squeezing my thigh with his eager palm.

I blushed as I whispered seductively, "You can't wait until later, huh?"

He swallowed harshly, shaking his head. Desire filled his dark brown eyes as he confessed, "I need you now."

A shiver ran up my spine. He always knows exactly the right words to make me wet.

"We're in the library, you know that, right?" I teased, moving his hand under my skirt, between my legs. "Last I checked, neither of us is quiet."

Stroking my moist panties, he panted, "I could gag you with your underwear, or you could suck my fingers while I fuck you."

Dear God, I love this man.

Biting my lip, I looked around and saw that there's no people around. Just empty study cubicles, desks, and pristine, dustless bookshelves.

"Then what're we waiting for?" I asked breathlessly, squirming in my seat.

Marcus nodded, sealing my lips with his.

Our tongues danced passionately with each other; a fiery, tantalising motion that made my skin prickle with goosebumps everytime.

Understandably so, we've been intimate for over two years now. It would be a damned crime if I didn't react in such a way.

We stood for a moment; allowing our hands to explore one another, before falling backward onto the table we were using minutes ago for studying.

Pressing his rigid girth against my panties, Marcus commanded, "Roll onto your belly, legs spread, and ass up."

I obeyed instantly, arching my back for safe measure. Marcus knows how much I love his sexy, dominant side.

Because there's nothing better than letting go and experiencing things rather than overthinking them.

He ripped off my soaked panties effortlessly, as if they were paper, brought them to my mouth, and whispered, “Open wide, Hannah.”

"Yes sir," I purred, accepting the saturated cloth into my mouth. It tasted sweet like strawberries, yet musky with a hint of saltiness.

Moaning, I wiggled my hips, silently begging for his touch.

Two fingers entered me with intention. Pumping in and out rapidly as I match the rhytm with my hips. Marcus slapped my ass with his free hand, causing my cheek to burn like fire. My body trembled as intense pleasure wracked it.

As I'm about to climax, Marcus removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock. I yelped at his sudden intrusion, flopping my head down onto the table.

While he isn't massive, Marcus made up for it in girth and experience.

He gripped my hips as he slammed into me like a rutting animal; so lost in a delusion of lust and anticipation that nothing else mattered.

In less than thirty seconds, both of us climaxed simultaneously. Me coating his dick in my honey; him filling my pussy with his hot seed.

Breathlessly, Marcus fell on top of me and rasped, "I'm going to miss you this summer."

Sadness washed over me. Why did he have to say that now? He's had that business retreat planned with his dad for months, and yes, I hated it, but what can I do?

His future in his father's company is important, too. Sacrificing one summer with him is a small price to pay for a lifetime of financial security.

I pulled my gag out and replied, "Me too. But, at least we have tomorrow, right?"

Marcus pushed me onto my back and stared into my eyes. His face looked so forlorn with his messy brown hair falling against his cheek, and his eyes were full of regret and uncertainty. He hesitated before saying, "Right. Of course."

The next day...

Summer break is finally here, and boy am I excited!

Marcus and I are students at NYU, he's studying business to prepare for his takeover of his father's company, while I'm majoring in education. I've always wanted to become a teacher and mentor little ones.

We've worked our asses off to stay at the top of our classes these past two years while taking on side projects and odd ball jobs as well.

Even though he's leaving after today, we'll have about a week of us time when he gets back.

Seven days of Marcus's filthy mouth and eager dick is just what the doctor ordered.

I glanced at my phone. Hm, it's 7:05, we agreed to meet up at his place at 8:00, but we didn't have a definitive plan. Oh, I know, I'll make him dinner! Then afterward we can pig out on ice cream from the corner store and fuck like rabbits.

Or you know, whatever order things transpire in.

He claimed to have a last-minute meeting with his father, but I'm sure he won't mind my being there.

After all, his father and I got along just fine over the years, why would tonight be any different?

Using the spare key he gave me last year, I know, total couple goals, I entered his apartment.

The space in unusually dark considering he was expecting his father. He hated dimly-lit rooms with an absolute passion!

Navigating through the mid-sized space, I flipped on the living room light. That's when I saw it:

Two champagne glasses and a bowl of fresh strawberries, with one of them bitten in half.

What the hell? Since when does Mr. Nichols drink champagne or eat strawberries?

Loud, romantic music broke my train of thought.

Oh no, surely he's not with someone?

Panic swirled in my gut as I sprinted to his closed bedroom door.

I prayed to every religious figure I could think of, and then I knocked on the door.

No response. The music continued to play as if my words were irrelevant.

Frustrated, I shouted, "Neil? Is that you crashing Marcus' place again?"

Long story short, Neil, Marcus' best friend, used his apartment as a hook up spot. Several times in fact.

Pounding on the door, I yelled, "Neil, this shit isn't funny anymore!"

The music became louder.

Oh, hell no! I refuse to be ignored!

With all my strength, I forced the door open.

My heart sank into the ocean; a dark, empty feeling filled my being, as my knees gave out.

Why? Well, in front of me was my boyfriend of almost three years lying on his bed with a skinny, busty blonde sitting on his face!

She moaned loudly, grinding her hips in sync with the music, pinching her fake silver dollar nipples.

Marcus growled beneath her, dick rock hard and throbbing while he feasted on her pussy.

Oh my God, he told me that he hated eating pussy! That lying bastard!

"Oh baby, you feel so good..." Busty purred, gripping the hardwood headboard. "I'm gonna cum so hard!"

He slapped her ass and panted, "Cum all over my face, Sophia, I've been missing your taste."

Tears formed in my eyes. He missed her? Have they been seeing each other for a while?

Unable to tolerate his betrayal any longer, I crawled to the foot of his bed and slammed my fist into it.

Sophia shrieked, jumping off Marcus.

"What the fuck was that!?" Marcus screamed, scrambling to the foot of the bed.

I poked my head up and sobbed, "Oh, by all means continue fucking her! Date her for all I care!"

His face paled as he realized what had happened. "H-hannah this isn't what-"

"Fuck you, Marcus!" I yelled, slapping him across the face.

Stumbling to my feet, I ran as far away from Marcus as possible.

Leaving my broken heart in pieces on his bedroom floor.