hidden desires // chris evans x oc

chapter three

A knock on the door took me out of my thoughts, thinking about something that Scott had texted me earlier in our family's group chat. 

I got up from the chair I was sitting in and walked over the door. 
Behind it, a woman carrying a baby blue duffle bag stood with her hand still raised in front of her lithe body. My eyes scanned her long legs clad in a pair of  tight black pants, that accentuated every curve of her. Under my lashes, my gaze traveled further to her impressive set of tits up to her full lips that were covered in a clear gloss to her eyes which made me do a double take. They were green but not just green, they had hazel flecks in them. 

"Mr. Evans ? I'm your stylist, Marlowe." She said holding out her petite hand to me. 
Those would look amazing in the leather cuffs I had just bought. What ? No. I have to be professional. Damn it, Evans. 
Her innocent, doe eyes looked me over too, making my dick stand to attention. Fuck. This day is gonna be fun.

"I brought some pieces in for the shoot, Mr. Evans." I heard her in the distance breaking me out of my daydream of fucking her on the dressing table. 

My eyes wandered to where she was standing or more like bent down, picking something out of her duffel, giving me a clear view of her amazing ass. Wow. 

Shit. 

I'm fucked.

We got back from dinner, quickly exiting the car and heading inside, Chris’ hands grabbing at the air around my waist as I ducked out of reach, running ahead of him to the bedroom.

“Oh, you’re in for it now, baby,” Chris teased, speeding up and grabbing me, tossing me onto the bed. He crawled up after me, grabbing my wrists in his hands, sliding them above my head. “Keep these here for a minute,” Chris ordered, letting go and looking up. As soon as he looked away, my hands were moving, sliding over his arms and chest. 

I smiled up at him cheekily. “Sorry Daddy, just couldn’t help myself!”

Chris just grinned back. “I know baby, that’s why Daddy has these.” I looked above my head to see he had removed the covering on his headboard to reveal a set of hooks. I looked back at Chris, who was holding a pair of cuffs in one hand. “What do you say baby?” 

“Yes,” I breathed, holding my wrists out to him, letting him cuff me easily. He attached the cuffs to one of the hooks, my arms raised straight above my head, a little slack. Chris sat back from where he was on my hips, sliding back until he was laying in between my legs, panties discarded. My breath hitched as he slid my dress up, baring my pussy to his hungry gaze. 

“Very good, baby, now if I go too fast or do something you don’t like, just say so and I’ll back off, but Daddy’s gonna try something new tonight, okay?” Chris glanced up at me from where he was locked onto my pussy, making sure I understood him. I nodded, eyes wide and trusting. “Use your words honey,” he reminded me.

“Yes Daddy,” I replied, gasping as he ducked his head down and licked up my folds, tongue gathering up my wetness before plunging deep into my pussy, making obscene slurping noises as he did. 

My cheeks burned, but I couldn’t hide my face, couldn’t squirm away, I just had to lay there and take it as he devoured me for long minutes, making my head spin.

“Chris, Daddy, please, can I come?” I asked, lifting my head to glance down at him. He detached from my cunt long enough to rasp out, “Not a chance honey,” before diving back in, flicking my clit with his tongue. 

I huffed in frustration, trying to wiggle my hips and get him to stop or do more, just stop with the teasing flicks. Tears built up in my eyes as he edged me. “Daddy please, I- I promise I’ll do whatever you want,” I tried again, tugging lightly at my restraints. 

“Hmm, I don’t think you really mean that sweetheart,” Chris mocked, biting down on myinner thigh, sucking a mark as I keened. 

“I do!” I gasped, head thrown back on the pillows. “I do, I do, I mean it, whatever you want,” I babbled, desperate to come.

“I guess you’ve been a good girl so far...Okay baby you can come,” he said graciously, sliding two fingers into my pussy as he sucked on my clit, massaging my spot. I let go with a shout, squirting onto Chris’ face, soaking his scruff.

I tried to relax, but he didn’t let up, stroking faster and sucking harder until I felt another pressure building up. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, Chris!” I screamed, gushing onto him and the bed.

“There it is, that’s my good girl,” Chris moaned, pulling his fingers out of my pussy and fumbling with his pants, getting his cock out and slowly filling me, letting me adjust to the stretch. I nodded for him to move and he did, pulling out gently before thrusting back in hard, a gasp falling from my lips to match his grunt. 

“My good fuckin’ girl, came so hard, didn’t you? So fucking sexy Mar, never seen anyone hotter than you,” Chris muttered, up above me, fucking into me hard as I pulled on the cuffs, desperate to touch him. 

“Please Daddy, need you, need to kiss you,” I pleaded, and Chris chuckled.

“You wanna kiss honey? I’ll give you a kiss baby girl.” He leaned down, boxing me in, hips never ceasing their relentless pace. His lips met mine- his slow and gentle, mine desperate and quick. “Easy, gonna give me one more, aren’t you honey? Yeah, she wants one more, we’re giving her one more.”

Chris tilted my hips, making his tip slam into my spot, and I half moaned, half screeched, coming hard. Chris swore as I clenched around him, hips pumping faster for a moment before stilling, coating my insides with his cum.

He gently pulled out, quickly undoing the cuffs from the hook, massaging my arms as they came down, getting blood flowing properly again as he took off the cuffs, pressing a kiss to my forehead. 

“You did so well sweetheart, I’m so proud of you, you’re my good girl,” Chris praised, holding my face in his hands, turned towards me, pressing light, gentle kisses to my eyelids, cheeks, and finally my lips.

"I love you, Marlowe Aria Hart." he whispered softly as he peppered featherlike kisses onto my lips, savoring the feel of my lips against his. I was taken aback by his confession but it made my heart sing because I felt it too. The love.
I knew in my heart he loved me but it was one of the things we had left unspoken but it was very clear to me, to us that our love was real. 

"I love you too, Christopher Robert Evans."