I Am Your Lust

*~* Marilyn Josephine Connors *~*

I didn’t start work til ten so I got up a little earlier than normal to make sure I was looking sexy as hell in case Matt did come in.

My collarbone length icy blonde locks, I did in sexy beach waves with some shine spray. My make up was dead on with a black going to burgundy smokey eye. It made my blue-green eyes look incredibly fierce. The perfect cool red lip to tie it all in.

Outfit was dead easy with a sexy loose fitting but very low cut black tank that was satin with black lace for trim. My A7X leather jacket over it. Black skinny jeans that made my little butt look so fucking nice and shapely in the best way. To set everything off I did white Doc Martens for shoes.



I was looking sleek and sexy but also edgy.

After my first couple clients of the day, I lost hope that Matt was coming. Maybe I didn’t blow his mind after all with that beejer. I’m gonna keep it in my dream book that he can’t stop thinking about me.

I went into the back room where Violet was formulating a color for her client and I just pressed my forehead to her back.

“He’s not gonna come see me which means we aren’t gonna cum together and I don’t get to be his little porn star.” I grumbled against her.

“It’s been two days...he might be working up to it…” She chuckled.

I nodded, “I just needed to pout for a second. I just wanna do a body shot out of his giant fucking belly button.” I blew raspberries.

“It’s okay, doll.” Vi cooed in her best friend way, “Not get your chin up and we’ll get you to catch some dick later.” She snickered.

I rolled my eyes and stepped out of the back room, going to the front desk. I ran my fingers through my blonde locks, sighing quite dramatically due to my pouting. I checked my books to see I didn’t have anyone else for the rest of the day. Tempting to just bail and make poor choices but I couldn’t do that to Vi. We own a business together.

“Hey now...where’s that winning smile from last time?” Matt’s voice rang through my ears, making my heart fucking jump into my throat.

I snapped my gaze up to him and goddamn….Matty came to play. He looked so goddamn handsome. Ho. Lee. Shit.

Matt was in a white Blackcraft Cult shirt with his red flannel. Black bandana, black flat brimmed trucker cap over it. Black jeans and his damn Yeezus sneakers. He stood at his six foot one height, his biceps and shoulders trying to bust out at the seems of his flannel. He’s been hitting the gym fucking hard.



My eyes looked over his beautiful facial features. Golden green eyes locked on me. Dimples shown off through his trimmed up beard. Sunglasses tucked onto the neck line of his shirt.

I did smile at him. I smiled at him like I was ready for him to fuck me in half again. I walked around from behind the receptionist counter and hugged him like I owned him.

“How are you?” I grinned madly.

“I’m great now,” He popped his large index finger under my chin and pressed a steamy kiss to my lips, “I got my girl…”

I was swooning the hardest. M. Shadows of Avenged fucking Sevenfold just called me his girl. He’s happy to see me and the look in those golden eyes was pure lust.

“Well...how can I service you today?” I asked him, my voice dripping with arousal.

Matt grabbed my hand and placed it against the crotch of his jeans, having me feel that he was rock solid for me, “I’m thinking...I need to watch my little minx play with my cum in her mouth again.” He moved his other hand to my throat, wrapping it damn near around my entire neck and squeezing softly. Just enough to make me almost cum.

I tightened my hand around his shaft then started pulling him into the salon more, leading him by his dick to the back room. I was more subtle when I passed Violet’s guest but once we got back to the color room, all bets were fucking off.

“Hey girl hey, can you hel--whoa...dear…” Violet laughed when she turned around and saw my hand wrapped tightly around Matt’s shaft, “I’ll be going. Should’ve sound proofed this room.” She snickered playfully.

“Not necessary,” Matt piped up, “My tongue will be too far in her mouth for any noise to be heard.” He said rather aggressively.

I whimpered at the vocalist and shooed Violet out with raw fucking need for this man. I closed the door and hopped up on the counter.

“Lemme get a taste of that sweet pussy, baby. I’ve been dreaming about it.” He was practically salivating.

I chewed the side of my lip and kicked my boots off then slowly and I mean slowly, inched my pants down. I kept my legs together to keep my kitty a surprise for him since I had recently gotten a nice little...accessory betwixt my stems. I slipped my jacket off then peeled my shirt from my body.

“Ever had a bedazzled box?” I waggled my brows at him and Matt just tilted the side of his head curiously.

Six weeks ago I committed to getting a vertical clitoral hood piercing. It’s made my orgasms insane and with being a squirter...I’m sure he wouldn’t be disappointed.

“Bedazzled...box…” He looked like he was doing hard math.

I slowly spread my legs for him and separated my lips to show him my VCH, “Real rubies are in that curved barbell,” I winked, referring to his birthstone.

Matt licked his lips, “You have such a pretty, tight, little pussy, baby. Goddamn.” He moved his right hand to my cat and moved one of his fingers between my lips, slowly massaging me, “And to answer your question...I’ve never had a pierced little kitty but...I’m excited to make you cum all over my cock again.”

I relaxed my head back, seething softly, “Fuck foreplay right now, Matt. I need to feel you. I need it. Please...,” I whined with a sex tone.

Matt stripped the fastest I had ever seen a man and my breath hitched hard in my throat when I looked at him, “I can’t believe you fucked me. Look at you…”

“Baby...take a fucking look in the mirror, you are goddamn gorgeous. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the pizza party. No one and I mean no one...has ever fucked me like that or sucked my dick quite like you.” He breathed out, stroking his own long, thick cock as he approached me.

Matt pressed himself to my entrance, teasing me, “Don’t tease me, Matt. Not after you said such nice things…” I panted.

“Beg for me, Marilyn. Fucking beg.” He snarled seductively.

“Matt,” I moaned, “Please...I need you...so fucking bad. I need to feel you brushing against my cervix and my g-spot. I need to feel you hammering my pussy like I did you dirty. I need you to punish me. Please…” I ran my hand down his chest and to his stomach.

The front man pushed his throbbing hard cock inside of me slowly with a sexy grunt, “That’s right. You fucking need me,” His hand wrapped around my throat.

This is not the same Matt from the meet and greet sex wise but holy fuck was I even more turned on by him than before.

The vocalist started to thrust slowly at first, fucking me with intent then he started to pick up his pace a little but still keeping his same insane depth that was making my toes curl in the goddamn air.

He pushed my legs together, moving them to one of his shoulders then kissed up my ankle to my calf, stopping at my knee, “Fucking god damn it, baby. You’re so tight. You’re gonna make me cum so fast.” He did a breathy, stage worthy chuckle.

“Oh my fucking gentle Jesus, Matt…” I groaned with every bit of pleasure.

“Keep saying my name, Marilyn.” He pushed my legs forward a bit then smacked my ass a couple times then grabbed with aggression.

I moaned out his name, over and over again, making him thrust deeper and harder. His grunts were turning me on even more. This level of arousal is illegal in some countries. Guaranteed.

The closer I got to my orgasm, the wilder Matt’s motions got. He listened so well in bed. I loved how filthy sex sounds with him. He doesn’t hold back. I came down his shaft, moaning gutturally while damn near convulsing.

“Oooh...my baby doll is cumming so much for me. Feels damn good.” He did that damn stage chuckle again.

“Matty,” I moaned out, “Jesus H…” My hands went to his while he spread my legs, grabbing my inner thighs to pull them wider.

Matt’s eyes fell on his cock going in and out of me and he looks so damn pleased with himself. His smirk behind his beard was amused and filled with pleasure.

“I’m cumming inside you, Marilyn. I’m marking my fucking territory…” He snarled and moaned at the same time.

“Y-you do you…” I panted and reached another orgasm within only a few minutes.

Fuckin’ A. This man is a wild ass and I adore it about him. Where has he been all my legal life?

Matt let out an aggressive grunt, pinning my body to him and I felt the front man spilling inside of me. He panted and shook, squeezing my thighs then moving his hands up to my ankles, squeezing them in a pulsing way.

“That...is...a lot of baby gravy…” I breathed, feeling him fill me the fuck up.

“Masturbation is like an oil change. Fucking you...an overhaul on my body.” His breath hitched as he slowly pulled out of me.

I whined slightly when he was no longer inside me, “Awe...she’s gonna miss that big cock.”

Matt chuckled, “You’re fucking trouble in the best way. Dinner tonight? Figure you can come to my place and I’ll make you your favorite. It’s the least I can do since you give me that sweet treat between your legs.”

“It’s only been twice,” I snickered.

“That’s enough for me to take you hostage and drive you to Vegas then marry your fine ass just to try to insure you’re not giving away my goodies.” Matt moved his hand up my body from my ankle, lingering over my pubic mound then my stomach. He moved between my breasts and grabbed my throat in a sweet way which I didn’t realize was possible.

“Um...did you drink before you came here?” I giggled, sitting up and grabbing his ass.

“No but you needed to know what level I’m into you.” Matt smirked and got himself dressed then started helping me put my clothes back on.

“You’re...fucking incredible. Dinner tonight for sure.” I grinned.

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*~* Matthew Charles Sanders *~*

Shirtless, a pair of black and white swim trunks on, no shoes with the grill going. I was making a grilled pork tenderloin along with sweet potato fries. I made sure I looked my best even with wearing only trunks.



I kept checking my phone, wondering when the fuck Marilyn was actually going to show up. We didn’t set a time. No text, no call yet. Shit. Is she gonna bail on me? Stand me up?

Nah...that’s crazy talk.

I continued to grill, sipping my glass of scotch with a single ice cube then heard my front door open and shut. I did tell her to just walk in when she arrived. I leaned back from the grill, trying to defy gravity then I saw her.

Marilyn, with her hair pinned back and out of her face, her same make up from earlier but instead of a bright red lip it was now hot pink to match her offensive bikini. Her large breasts were barely covered by the hot pink top with bright green large cartoon cacti. Her bottoms I thought were normal until she turned around to set her bag on the couch and I saw they were matching her top but...Brazilian cut...to show off her cute little built bum.



“God. Damn.” I breathed loud enough for her to hear.

Marilyn’s laugh had me swooning, “Gotta dress to impress, baby.”

She walked out to me, kicking her hot pink flip flops off then walking up behind me on her tip toes, “It smells fucking amazing, Matt.”

“Thank you. I wanna make my girl happy.” I cooed back to her, moving one hand to hers and rubbing softly as I moved the tenderloin along the grill rack.

“Speaking of that...are we gonna talk about what that means?” She didn’t sound nervous but I could feel the dewy sweat on her body that said she was.

“It means...don’t over think it.” I said with a firm tone.

I felt Marilyn open and close her mouth a few times like she had follow up questions but she didn’t ask. Instead she kissed my back and shoved her left hand down my trunks.

“Kitty wants another taste...hopefully you’re done cooking soon…” She nipped the flesh on my back, her teeth giving my nerves a different sensation.

“You changed into that bikini, that you’re wearing the fuck out of, just to have me take it off, huh?” I let out one of my stage chuckles, knowing what it does to her sweet body.

Marilyn seethed, “I did. I figured the less layers, the better. My body belongs to M. Shadows now. To do with what you like.” She moved in front of me then off to the side, “The grill was a touch warm on my back.” Mar laughed.

“Your little tattooed back that I wanna glaze with my cum like a toaster strudel?” I smirked and moved the food around on the grill.

Marilyn looked at me with shock, wide eyes, flared nostrils and a dropped jaw, “Matthew...well I never…”

“First go of fucking, you played with my cum in your mouth like it was whipped cream. I don’t wanna hear it.” I laughed, showing off my dimples.

Mar pursed her lips out, “Touche, baby...touche…”

Notes

I hope everyone that's reading has been enjoying this collaboration!! I've been having a blast and I'm learning new things from both the wonderful women I'm writing with!! Larisa and Vi are the damn best! :D