Spreading My Legs Wide Open

16: Addicted to his co-ck

~ Evie ~

It's Saturday morning, and I'm already a wreck. The Pooles are coming over any minute now, and my stomach's twisting like I ate bad takeout. I mean, what the hell? One minute I'm riding Jack's c**k, and now this rich family shows up to basically hand me off to their son like it's some arranged marriage bullshit. Dad and Claire are buzzing around the kitchen, setting out coffee and those fancy pastries Claire baked last night. They look so damn happy, like this is the best thing ever. Me? I'm just trying not to puke.

The doorbell rings, and Dad yells, "They're here!" like it's Christmas. I smooth down my dress - nothing too sexy, just a simple sundress that hugs my t**s a bit - and head to the door with everyone. Jack's right behind me, his hand brushing my ass for a split second when no one's looking. Asshole. It sends a jolt straight to my p***y, but I shove it down. Not now.

We open the door, and holy crap, the Pooles roll in like they're from another planet. Marcus first - tall, dark hair, sharp jaw, suit that probably costs more than our car. Behind him, his dad, mom, and a couple aunts or whatever, all dripping in jewelry and designer clothes. Their car's this sleek black SUV that screams money. Intimidating? Yeah, no s**t. They look at our house like it's cute, but I can tell they're used to mansions.

Dad and Claire dive right in, hugging and shaking hands. "Welcome, welcome! Come on in!" Dad says, all grins. Claire's gushing about how nice it is to meet them properly. The Pooles smile back, polite, but there's this vibe - like they're sizing us up. Marcus's eyes land on me right away, and he smirks. Not a friendly one. More like, yeah, you're mine already.

Introductions start. Dad claps Marcus's dad on the back. "This is Tom, Evie's father," Claire says, beaming. Then it's my turn. "And this is Evie." Marcus steps up, takes my hand, and plants a kiss on it. Not a peck - his lips linger, and he pulls me in for a quick hug. The families clap, all excited. Except Jack. I glance over, and he's standing there, face like thunder. Looks like he wants to grab Marcus by the collar and toss him out the door. I almost laugh - it's kinda hot, him all jealous - but then Marcus's kiss hits me. It's... fine. Soft lips, minty breath. But zero spark. Nothing. My body's like, meh. I'm so f*****g used to Jack's rough mouth, his tongue shoving in like he owns me. This? Boring.

We all head to the living room, sitting around with coffee. The Pooles chat about their business - holdings company, whatever that means. Sounds loaded. Marcus sits next to me on the couch, close enough that his thigh brushes mine. He leans in. "You look beautiful today, Evie." His voice is smooth, confident. I smile back. "Thanks." But inside, I'm thinking, get your leg off me, dude.

Then he turns to Jack, who's across the room, arms crossed. "So, Jack, right? Claire's son?" Marcus says it casual, but there's this edge. Like he's talking down. "What do you do? Still playing basketball or something?" Jack stiffens. "Pro basketball, yeah. Starting center for the team." Marcus chuckles, all patronizing. "Ah, fun hobby. Must be nice, playing games for a living. Me? I run a company. Real work, you know?" He pats Jack's shoulder like he's a kid. "Keep at it, little bro. Maybe one day you'll make the big leagues - in business."

Jack's face goes red. I can see him biting back a punch. "Yeah, thanks for the advice," he mutters, voice tight. Little bro? Marcus is treating him like some punk kid he can bully. It's rude as hell, and kinda funny in a messed-up way -Jack's six-three, built like a tank, and this suit guy's acting like he's the boss. But Dad laughs it off. "Marcus is just teasing! Come on, boys." Claire nods, all smiles. They're loving this - hosting the rich folks, pushing me toward Marcus like it's a done deal.

The day drags into fun stuff - lunch outside, games in the yard. Marcus sticks to me like glue, arm around my waist during croquet or whatever. "You're good at this," he says when I hit the ball. "Natural talent." I fake a laugh. "Luck." But his hand's too low, almost on my ass. Jack's watching from across the lawn, eyes like daggers. At one point, he "accidentally" bumps Marcus during a toss game, hard enough to spill his drink. "Oops, sorry, man," Jack says, not sorry at all. Marcus brushes it off with a laugh, but I see the glare. It's like watching two dogs circle each other - hilarious if it wasn't my life.

By afternoon, we're back inside, and Marcus's dad pulls me aside with a big smile. "Evie, we'd love to have you over for family dinner next Friday. Make it official, you know?" Official? Like, proposal? My heart drops. Claire jumps in. "Oh, that sounds perfect! She can spend the whole weekend with you all. Get to know the family." She's deciding for me, like I'm a kid. Dad nods. "Absolutely. Go for it, Evie." I mumble, "Uh, sure," but inside? Panic. The Pooles are all, "Welcome our new queen!" like I'm already in. Queen of what? Their money pile?

The day winds down, Pooles leave with hugs and promises. Marcus kisses my cheek again - still nothing. Door shuts, and Dad and Claire are high-fiving. "This is great! Marcus is perfect for you." Jack storms off upstairs without a word. I head to my room, flop on the bed. What the f**k do I do? Marry some rich guy I barely know? Or blow it all up for Jack?

Night falls. Parents asleep. Door creaks- Jack sneaks in, locks it. He's on me fast, dragging my shorts down. "Evie," he whispers, voice wrecked. "Say no to him. Please. I love you. Can't lose you." His hands are everywhere, rough, desperate. He flips me onto my stomach, spreads my legs. "This p***y's mine." He slams in hard, no prep - I'm wet already from thinking about him all day. I gasp into the pillow. "f**k, Jack... yes." He pounds me, each thrust like he's claiming me. "You feel that? That's my c**k. Not his." I push back, moaning. "Harder. Make me yours." He grabs my hair, pulls my head back. "Say it. Say you'll say no." His d**k's stretching me, hitting deep. I come first. "I... I don't know." He groans, fills me.

Too fast. We collapse, him holding me tight. "Please, Evie. What do I do to keep you?"

He's begging now, still inside me. It's hot, but heartbreaking. I turn, kiss him. "I love you too. But them? The family?" He nods. "We'll figure it." But I'm torn. Addicted to his c**k, yeah - thick, perfect, makes me come like nothing else. But Marcus? Stability, money, parents' approval. No more sneaking.

Do I say yes to Marcus and end this with Jack? Or tell everyone the truth and risk blowing up the family? What do I do?