Author p.o.v
Like a volcanic eruption, all their hidden emotions burst into flames and poured into the kiss. Marco couldn't contain the burning heat anymore, he just wanted her and more than anything in the world.
Marco couldn't contain the burning heat anymore, he just wanted her. His lips moved across Zoey's plush soft ones fast with desperation, they felt and tasted even better than what he had fantasied of.
He slipped his tongue into her mouth, tasting every inch of her like he'd never tasted anything sweet before. He felt drugged.
His movement on her mouth became roughened, biting her lip and gripping the base of her head. Marco pulled away for a moment to look into her eyes, that same fervent erotic desire swirled in her honey-brown hues.
Marco claimed her lips again, pushing his large body into her small body. She grinded her hips into his aching dick. He could feel his member throbbing against his pants begging to be released.
Zoey moaned, the sound filtering into his ears like a melodious instrument.
"You like that?" He grunted and thrusted his hard bulge into her crotch, she released a startled thrill as his dick continuously rubbed than her hips could.
He peppered kisses on her neck, lindered there for a while, then proceeded to her perky breast. He grabbed the fabric of her dress and ripped it apart, exposing her boobs, which drives any man crazy.
"You've ripped my dress." Zoey accused. She meant to reprimand Marco, but instead it sounded like a purr.
"I will buy you a whole mall to make up for it." He gritted, his mouth was quick to lap her seducing boobs, while he fondled the other one.
He took his mouth to the other one, giving it the same attention and treatment. The sensation was too much. Zoey threw her head backwards, fluttering her eyes close. Soft moans left her lips as she tried to contain herself.
Marco left her boobs exposed and got down on his knees. He locked gazes at Zoey while his fingers traced her inner thighs. He tore her panties in half and gently blew cold air on her sensitive pussy.
Slowly, his tongue swept over her clit, he repeated the action twice before locking his lips on her pussy. At this point, any rational thoughts in Zoey's mind were completely out of the window.
However, Zoey hadn't been with a man for years, which made all her organs sensitive. Her walls were quick to tighten and before she realized it, she exploded. The sensation of the orgasm left her panting and gasping for air.
After her orgasm, she thought Marco would let her be. Little does she know that he has a plan on his own. And that is to pleasure her to his heart's content.
Marco's tongue penetrated her, she jerked forward from the intrusion. She held him by the head, pulling him deeper as possible as she craved for more. Her eyes fluttered shut, while her left hand played with her tits.
His tongue expertly fuck on her and he sucks at it.
The pressure on her lower part began to build up again, and she couldn't stop herself as her hips started to grind against his tongue. Her action gave him the energy he was looking for and his pace increased.
Instinctively, her thighs close around his head as a wave of orgasm hits her again, rushing through her body. The intensity of it shook her and big fat moans fell from her parted lips as she rode the waves.
Zoey went slumping as she came to the end of her high.
Zoey was catching her breath, while Marco still kept his lips locked around her lapping her juices. He pulled away after he finished drinking her in. He stared at her for a moment, then went in and placed a kiss on her head, then her lips and lastly on her boobs.
All the while Zoey just sat still, the realization of what they had just done hit her like a brick. She couldn't believe she had allowed something like this to happen.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. She cursed herself internally. She wanted to hide her face in shame.
What have I done? She questioned herself.
"Beautiful and mine." Marco remarked. He placed both hands on the desk caging her.
"I love you, baby." He kissed her on the lips again, but was still too stunned to hear what he just said. Marco sighed when he noticed how disdainful she was. He pulled away from her.
"There are clothes in the closet, they are all your size." He gestured towards the penthouse attached to the office.
Zoey didn't have to be told twice, she ran into the house, eager to escape the shame.
Zoey p.o.v
I stood in the shower, the cold was running over me to extinguish the heat in my body. My face was burning seriously, there isn't anything to describe it.
I have mixed feelings, elated, furious and embarrassed. I was excited because I got to find out that Marco is not married. I might not have shown it before, but the news of him buying the company for his wife shook me badly.
I couldn't handle the news, it was really terrible.
But I am still very livid, and I don't think I will forgive him anytime soon for what he did to me. I won't allow myself to be played a fool, he can't dump me and come back to my life as he pleases.
I'm not a toy and I refuse to be one.
And I am so ashamed of letting myself fall pry. What was I even thinking? I hit my head.
"Ouch!" I yelled as the pain from the slap registered in my brain. "I thought I hit softly." I complained, rubbing the pain.
I come out of the shower, wrap a towel and open the door that leads to the closet from the bathroom. Yeah, it came as a surprise to me as well, I mean. There's no need to come out of the bathroom before going over to the closet.
Another cool thing is that the closet was built to operate on its own. The moment someone steps into the closet, it lightens on its own. It doesn't stop there. There are two sections in the closet.
The first section held female clothes, like dresses, shoes, bags and jewellery. The second section was about men wearing.
"Wow!" I excitedly skid over to the dresses. They were arranged and organized neatly. From one glance, you can tell they are expensive. I moved to the shoes, the shelf rolled forward on its own for a better view.
"Omg! This is so every girl's dreams closet." I muttered to myself. The jewelry were displayed like the ones in the store. They were all gorgeous and breathtaking.
"I wish I had these. What more could a girl ask for?" I sighed, dreamingly. Next is the shelf full of bags, all from the different trending brands.
Chanel, Dior, Fendi, Gucci, Zara, and Louis Vuitton.
"This is like a dream." I admired, I shook my head back to normal. "Sadly, these are not mine, but it doesn't hurt to borrow a dress. After all, he tore my dress." I shrugged, wickedly stared at the dresses.
I released a sinister laugh as I made my way over, my fingers skimmed through them. They are very beautiful to choose from, but a dress caught my eye nonetheless.
It is a simple yet elegant dress, a purple-colored dress. I hastily wore it, it hugged all my curves. I can proudly say I have a pretty nice figure, the arms area is baggy, but that's what made it all the more beautiful.
After admiring myself in the full-length mirror that had excessive bulbs on it for a while, I strode out, back to the office.
I must say, I didn't expect the reaction I received.