The following morning, as Mark woke up he felt a small body wrapped around him and soft hair tickling his face. Slowly opening his eyes, he looked down and frowned when he found Ronnie lying in his arms, confused as to why she was in his bed. However, memories of the previous night quickly flooded his memory, and his mouth grew dry and a queasy feeling came to his stomach as he recalled the sexy, yet very inappropriate moment they had shared. How could he have taken advantage of such a young and vulnerable girl? What kind of monster would have his way with someone who was clearly hurting, and was more than likely confused about what they were feeling? Softly caressing her hair, he simply watched her sleep, and could not ignore the rush of mixed emotions rushing through his mind and body. What the hell was happening to him, and just what the hell was this little girl doing to him?
Stretching languidly, Ronnie let out a long yawn, and immediately froze when she realized she was not alone in the bed. Slowly opening her eyes, she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was just Mark, a smirk on his face as he watched her. "Hi," she said sheepishly, hiding her face in him.
"Hi," he chuckled, rubbing her back. "How did you sleep?"
Looking back up at him, she smiled shyly and commented, "Good...because I had a big teddy bear to cuddle." Mark simply chuckled once more at this. "I didn't bother you, did I?"
"Not at all. It's been a while since I shared my bed with a cute little thing like you, so I slept great." She simply blushed in return. "Listen, Ronnie..." Mark started, but as he looked down into her big doe eyes, his mind became a confused haze of lust and unfamiliar emotions.
"Yeah?" she asked simply, placing a small hand on his chest.
"I, uh...well, I'm sure from last night you are well aware I find you extremely attractive. However, I need to apologize for my actions. You were obviously going through a rough time, and I took advantage of your situation, so I'm sorry for that."
Ronnie frowned at him. "Why do you think you took advantage of me?"
"Well, you were upset and vulnerable last night, from everything going on with Luke."
"Upset? Yes, very. But vulnerable? Mark...I don't know if you haven't caught on...but I have been extremely attracted to you for quite some time now. If you are trying to say last night was a one night stand, just say it, but just know I was very much in a good state of mind, and fucking you has been a fantasy of mine for quite some time now."
Mark saw the blush come to her face as she said this last part, and he could not help but to give a crooked grin at how adorable she looked. "I'm not necessarily saying I wanted last night to be a one time thing...I just don't want to take advantage of you. I respect you, and I'm simply keeping your best interest in mind."
Rolling onto her stomach and getting up onto her elbows, she looked down at him as she said simply, "You are in no way taking advantage of me. I'm a big girl, and I know what I'm doing."
"You definitely showed me you know what you're doing," Mark joked, and they shared a laugh at this, but the atmosphere quickly grew serious when she reached beneath the covers, and started to slowly stroke him through his sweatpants. "What do you think you're doing, little girl?" he asked, his breathing growing shallow as he watched the cover move.
She shrugged. "I like him, so I'm saying good morning to him as well."
"Ronnie..." he started to say, but was unable to stop the groan in the back of his throat when he suddenly felt her hand directly on his hardening cock.
"Yeah?" she asked innocently, a devilish look in her eyes as she looked back up at him.
Licking his lips, he commented huskily, "I think you can give a better good morning than that."
Ronnie bit her lip. "Like this?" she asked in a sweet voice, and quickly disappeared under the covers.
"Fuck," he hissed when he felt her hot mouth engulf him, and his eyes slipped close when she started setting in a steady bobbing rhythm. Pushing the covers back to expose her, he watched her with heavy eyes, knowing he was once more past the point of no return, and at that moment not giving a damn.
Ronnie let out a muffled moan as she eagerly pleasured him, her clit throbbing strongly as she tasted him. She felt his strong hands entangle in her hair, and moaned once more as he took over the pace, raising his hips as he fucked her mouth. She braced herself with one hand on his thigh as she kept up with his motions, and reached down to touch herself, looking back up at him when she heard a groan rumble deep in his chest and was greeted to his lustful gaze.
"I think you like being my little cock-sucking slut," he murmured huskily, and reached down to grab her hand, sucking her soaked fingers and making her once more moan. Just when he felt like he was about to come inside her pretty little mouth, there was a knock on the door, and all movement immediately stopped. "Son of a bitch," he whispered angrily, and gently pulled her back and up by him, covering her back up as he pulled his sweatpants back up and walked over to the door. "Yeah?" he answered irritably, looking down at his nephew.
"Sorry Uncle Mark for waking you up, but have you seen Ronnie?" Luke asked.
"When would I have seen her, boy?" Mark asked, wanting nothing more than to just slam the door in his face.
Luke shrugged, clearly uneasy at having to talk to Mark at such an early hour. "Hell, I dunno...I though maybe you were up late or got up early and saw her."
Mark's cock only grew harder at the thought of their actions last night, making the situation even more uncomfortable. "No, I haven't, but you're right in that I was up late. So if you don't mind, I'd like to get some more sleep."
"Yeah, sure. Sorry again, Uncle Mark," Luke muttered, and headed back downstairs.
Shutting the door and locking it, Mark turned back around and quickly made his way back to the bed, stalking back up it to Ronnie and yanking the covers back off of her. "You are way too dressed, girl," he grumbled, quickly discarding of her boxers and nightshirt.
Giggling, she pushed his pants back down as she hungrily kissed him, their motions urgent as they raced to undress each other. Once they were finally skin to skin, Mark gently pried her thighs apart, and settled between them so that he was pressed intimately against her. Looking down at her, he softly brushed her hair back out of her face, this moment of tenderness taking her by surprise. Leaning up, she once more kissed him before whispering in his ear, "Fuck me, Mark."
Her request making his blood turn to fire, he grabbed her hands and pinned them down over her head, before reaching down between them to ease a finger into her. Between her whimpers, and the generous amount of wetness he felt coming from her, he knew she was more than ready, and with an intense gaze he watched her as he removed his finger and replaced it with his aching cock.
"Oh Mark," Ronnie moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as he started easing in and out of her. Looking back up at him with an equally intense gaze, she added, "I'm not going to break, I asked you to fuck me."
Both brought back and further turned on by her defiant comment, his free hand wrapped around her throat as his thrusts grew both faster and deeper. "Is that what you wanted, you fucking slut?" he asked through gritted teeth, exerting all the power he had into his motions.
"Ohhh my god," she moaned, a look of pure pleasure on her face as her hips started to move with his.
His hands tightened on both her throat and wrists as he kept up the hard pace, his breathing grew choppy as his entire body tingled with pleasure. "Fuck, you're gonna make me come," she panted, looking at him with pleading eyes. As her impending orgasm grew closer, she was unable to stop her moans from growing louder. Not wanting to be heard, Mark took his hand from her throat and clamped it down over her mouth to muffle the noises of ecstasy she was making. Suddenly, her back arched sharply and her legs wound tightly around his waist as she spasmed around him, making it very obvious he had just given her her first orgasm for the day. Despite how close he was also getting, Mark slowed his motions and let go of her wrists, holding off on his own pleasure and giving her a chance to come down from her high. Opening her eyes, she smiled up at him and gave a small laugh before grabbing his face and kissing him sweetly.
Suddenly, he rolled them over to where she was on top of him, his actions making her squeak with surprise. "It's your turn to fuck me," he commented with a smirk, and grasped her hips as she started moving on him. Biting her lip, Ronnie braced herself against his chest as she quickened her movements, watching him as she now controlled giving him pleasure. He was so beautiful in a dangerously sexy kind of way, and she loved that not everyone got the chance to see this side of him.
"I want you to come," she whispered, scraping her nails along his chest.
"If you keep up what you're doing, I will," he growled, forcing her to move faster.
Once more biting her lip, she grabbed his hands and placed them over her breasts, clenching her muscles around him as she put all of her strength into her movements. She watched as his eyes rolled back in his head, knowing he was at that moment putty in her hands.
"Shit...Ronnie, baby..." he panted, and tried to get her to move off of him, but she firmly stayed put, and shook her head.
"Come in me, Mark...please...I want it," she whimpered, feeling her own orgasm quickly building. Gritting his teeth, Mark once more tightly gripped her hips and drove up in her fast and hard, dangerously close to going over the edge. "Oh fuck...oh fuck...Marrrrrk!" she moaned, unable to stop herself from loudly crying out his name, and he finally buried himself to the hilt within her, grunting as his own pleasure overtook him. Once it passed, she collapsed onto his chest, her cheek pressed against him as they both tried to calm their choppy breathing.
"You're going to be the death of this old man," Mark finally panted, and she giggled.
"Shut up, you're not old," she commented, getting up onto her elbows to look own at him. She simply looked at him for a moment, before adding, "You're beautiful, Mark."
Mark was taken back by her statement, not expecting to hear her that this. "I'm not beautiful," he replied with a chuckle, stroking her cheek.
"To me you are," she retaliated, and leaned down to kiss him tenderly.
Once more taken back by her, he took her face in his hands as he returned the kiss. Gently pulling her back, he whispered, "What are you doing to me, girl?"
Ronnie smiled softly down at him. "I think the same thing you are doing to me," she whispered back, and kissed the tip of his nose before pulling the comforter up to their waists and once more lying down on him.
Stroking her hair, he was unable to deny something was forming between them, and despite his fears he was curious as to how this new relationship between them would continue to form.