Carrie's Answer by Sierra, VJ Summers Page A

Marcus had simply grinned and nodded his agreement. Apple was the safe word. She only had to say it, and Marcus would untie her and kick Daniel’s conceited ass out of here.
    “Since you haven’t said that word,” he flicked at her adorned nipple. “I’ll assume you don’t want to stop.”
    “No, I don’t want to stop,” she replied, her cheeks stained pink with a flush of embarrassment and arousal.
    “Then baby, you’re racking up the punishments.”
    “Well then,” Daniel said, standing up and going to the bottom of the bench. “If we’re done with all the conversation, I’m hungry and I think I would like to eat some dessert.”
    He grasped each of Carrie’s legs and positioned them over his shoulders. Marcus watched as his best friend split Carrie’s glossy, swollen pussy lips apart like a piece of succulent fruit, dragging his tongue up the tender slit in one long stroke.
    He was turned on and pissed off all at the same time. Marcus hadn’t seen Daniel this eager to dive between a woman’s legs in quite a while and he didn’t particularly like that it was his woman who had inspired Daniel’s enthusiasm.
    Turning back to Carrie, he had to resist the sudden urge to cover her, take her and make her his alone. Even though Daniel was tongue-deep in her pussy, her eyes were on Marcus. His heart hiccupped at that small act. She met his eyes before dragging her gaze down his body until she looked at the growing hard-on tenting his jeans, and licked her lips.
    Walking to her, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock. Marcus ran his hand up and down his heavy dick.
    “Do you want this, baby?” he asked as his jeans fell to his ankles and he stepped out of them. “Yeah, you want this, don’t you? Right between those plump pink lips.” His moved in closer, his hard-on a millimeter from her mouth, which was open and waiting to be filled.
    “Who do you belong to, Carrie?” His heart was thundering in his chest as he waited for her answer. Instead of the words he needed to hear, she squealed and raised her hips off the bench.
    Goddamn, Daniel , Marcus thought, shooting his best friend a dirty look. Daniel cocked his eyebrows and purposely drew long on Carrie’s clit, causing her to moan even louder. The man was totally fucking with him, and he wasn’t in the mood for it. If Carrie was going to moan, it would be with her lips wrapped around his cock.
    He turned his attention back to Carrie. “Come on, baby, who do you belong to? Tell me what I want to hear and I’ll give you a treat.”
    He dragged the head of his cock over her bottom lip, smearing the velvety surface with his pre-come before pulling back, out of reach.
    “You, Marcus.” Her voice a mere whisper.
    “Louder. I can’t hear you,” he growled.
    “Dammit, Marcus, you. I belong to you,” she cried.
    Marcus smiled and let his cock slip into her wet mouth. She sucked him hard into her. He hissed as a slight pain mixed with a hell of a lot of pleasure slid up his body. Little vixen. She’d used her teeth to scrape him underneath as she sucked hard on his head.
    He reached down and pinched her nipple. “You’ll pay for that later, baby,” he promised. Then he went up in flames because instead of looking scared, her eyes became hazy and filled with even more lust at the thought of him punishing her.

Chapter Eleven
     
    Daniel wanted to give himself a pat on the back at the resentful looks Marcus kept sending him. His mission was accomplished. Marcus was good and pissed and incredibly territorial. Daniel knew it was a shitty thing to do but some people needed a friendly shove off the cliff before they got it. Marcus was one of those people. His best friend wasn’t meant to be single forever, randomly fucking this woman or that one.
    During many inebriated conversations when Marcus had let his famous guard down, he confessed that his swinging lifestyle wasn’t satisfying. He accomplished all he needed in his work, had every