Free Marcus: A Black Lily Club Story by Chelle Page A

into her warm wet mouth. She sucks my tongue, biting at my lip. Her body arches as she rubs her wetness along my shaft. I inch into her tight slick channel, savoring the way it hugs my cock. Her body stretches to accommodate me.
    “Please, Marcus.” Her whimpers, driving me on.
    I pull out of her warm wet haven and plunge in again. Her nails score down my back, as she raises her hips meeting me thrust for thrust. Her pussy sucks and clenches around my cock, bringing me to the brink of insanity.
    “Marcus, please, I need-.” Her head thrashes on the pillow, her body rigid and strung tight.
    I grab her hips plunging into her harder and faster. Her body quakes with need, she buries her head in my shoulder. As her orgasm over takes her she bites into my neck. Unable to control my self any longer, I slip my fangs into her neck, as my cock pumps my seed deep into her body. Her blood burst across my tongue, her body soars into another trembling wave of ecstasy. I slide my fangs from her neck licking the wounds closed as her body goes limp in my arms.
    “Jasmine?” I brush her sweat caked hair from her face.
    “Hmmmm?”
    “I love you.”
    She never opens her eyes, half asleep in my arms, she murmurs, “Marcus, I love you too.”
     

 
     
    Chapter 9
     
     
    The sunlight, streaming though the windows, awakens me from my perfect dream. My body sore, in the most pleasing of ways. The bed is empty where Marcus had been when I drifted off. The hand penned note on the stand, the only visual reminder of his visit.
    With a light heart, I shower and head to the shop for the morning rush. The birds seem louder, the air clearer, than ever before. I’m a walking cliché, basking in the loving after glow of Marcus.
    The shop is only a short walk from my home. Putting the key in the door, I start the morning checklist. Lotions are going to need to be made to restock this week. The dried herbs need refilled; I can take those out of storage at home. There are a few notes left for schedule changes on my desk and a few personalized orders I need to fill.
    I check the cash box and turn on the store lights at nine, unlocking the door to await the string of customers.
    The dinging bell over the door draws my attention to a cute little old lady, bent over walking with a cane. She smiles up at me.
    “Would you have anything for arthritis in here my dear?” She rubs her fingers together. The knobby joints swollen.
    “Yeah there are some teas over hear that might help you.” I take her hand leading her over to the far counter.
    I pick out three different flavors. “This is stinging nettle tea, it can help with pain and ease inflammation in the joints. Usual dose is three cups a day.” I hand her the packet of tea.
    “What are the others?” She puts the tea in her purse.
    “These are Devil’s Claw and this one is Ginger Root. Why don’t you take samples of all three of them home? You can come back if one of them helps.” I put the rest of the teas in her hand.
    She pats my arm, smiling. “You are such a nice girl.”
    The door dings again and two men walk in, behind them a few more women. The women heads over to the beauty creams and lotions. The men just wonder about. That prickling sensation from the other night creeps up my spine, raising the hairs on my neck. I look around, but no one is watching me. I help the little old lady walk to the door, holding it open for her.
    The woman are talking and sniffing the different lotions. I head over to see what kinds they want this week. I stroll past one of them men and he bumps into me.
    “Excuse me.” I turn towards him.
    “Oh, yes, excuse me miss.” He has a cruel smile. His beady eyes rake over my body, sending shivers skirting up my spine.
    I back away from him, going over to help the woman. The shift girl should be here soon. I occupy myself with the woman chatting about the different uses for each lotion and tonic.
    That prickling sensation won’t go away, glancing up, Mr.