Chapter Three

Marcus had secretly been keeping an eye on Anita. His men had successfully gathered everything there is to know about her. Every single action and activity she did was reported to him. He couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something about her he didn't know about. He kept looking at the vast garden from the French window and took a slow sip on the whiskey. He swirl the glass while looking thoughtfully at the dark thorny rose flowers in the garden. They reminded him of her. Enchanting and deadly. At every corner where he stood to watch her, he was always entranced. She was becoming his addiction especially when she wore her her little red gown. She occupied every bit of his mind. He slowly put down his glass on the wooden Italian table and walked towards the bed.

He stared dangerously at the woman on his bed and took off his tie.

"Take off your clothes"

Just like every other woman, this woman just wanted to have sex with him and get paid. His womanizing habit had twisted to another direction. He no longer fucked women who were very curvy, he chose women who looked like her. He used them to imagine what it would be like to make love to her and it drove him nuts.

Without much patience, he pulled the woman with her right leg towards him, and took off her shoes. He placed his lips on her neck and fed on her earning a moan that struck him on his manhood. He imagined it was her, in his bed, underneath him and getting pleasured by him. Vigorously, he pulled off her bra and pushed her to lay on her back, her breasts bounced along. He locked her hands under his and moved towards her twin peaks. He took one into his mouth, sucking on it like a month old baby desperate for milk and the other in his hand and gave the same attention, pulling on the nipples and sucking it over and over again. He watched under his dark gaze as the girl wither from too much pleasure and snaked his hands towards her thong. The damp feeling on his hand signalled he needed to be down there. He released her hands and moved towards her pussy. He tore her thong into two, giving him access to a satiable view. He bit is lips and silently cursed. Her pink pussy was dripping with her substance, opening and closing with anticipation. Imagining that she was Anita did him dirty. Immediately, he leeched on her clitoris and sucked her to orgasmic experience. He slowly pushed in his index and middle finger and fucked her till she came. He drank of her her essence and smirked satisfied.

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and took off his suit pants. He took off his underwear and walked towards the drawer, pulled it out and took a condom. He watched the woman come down from her high and slowly trace her pussy. Marcus taught he would go insane. She looked just like her. His Anita. He wore the condom and walked briskly towards her. He roughly pulled her up and pushed her on her knees on all fours.

With no heads-up, he pushed himself in and they both moaned in pleasure. He liked the way she arched her back and pulled out. Her pussy held him like a vice, reluctant to release him. He slammed into her again and her legs quavered. He continuously slammed into her at a pace that was almost impossible to see. She burried her head into the pillow, screaming and pulling on the matress for support. She came again but this time, she squirted.

"Holy!"

She screamed as she shook. While she came, Marcus never stopped. He kept hitting on the same spot generating another flow of liquid from her. This keep happening for Three hours and she felt that if she were to keep this up, she'd be the first woman to die from cumming too much.

The different sex positions fueled her sex drive.

Marcus felt her pussy tighten around him again and knew she was close. This time, he was going to cum with her. He increased his pase. He could feel it from within him. Just as she came, he couldn't hold it any longer and erupted spilling every seed into the condom. He layed on the bed and placed his arm over his eyes.

"Anita!" He whispered. After a while, he got irritated seeing the woman on his bed.

"Leave" He spoke.

"Huh" The woman who looked like she would black out soon looked at him in shock. She didn't think she would properly walk again for weeks!

"Get out!" He roared and used the blanket to cover himself. She jerked up immediately and left the room, walking with discomfort between her legs.

Immediately she left, he took off his arm from his eyes and stared at the door.

"Fuck! I need to woo her." He turned to his side. " She has to be mine". He got up and quickly walked into the bathroom.