7 Chapter 6

Marshal took Andrianna's little fingers in his as he leads her into his car and drove away. From all the misery and the pain. He knew they had to getaway. Andrianna had lost the only thing that Andrianna ever knew as family. He had lost the only family he had.

With tears in his eyes, he drove. Along the lush country roads and through the scenic mountains. Each drop leaving behind a stain of misery. A permanent loss and emptiness. Leaving behind the constant darkness that he would feel until the day he died.

He did not register the silence as he drove to the cabin in the woods. His stepfather owned this piece of paradise. Or today, this solitude of silent desolation.

His car finally came to stop; he turned the engine off and sat there. Staring at the wooden cabin in front of him. Scarcely, registering the trees or the smells of the forest. He just sat there. His eyes were blank, empty. His lips pressed together as if he could not comprehend his actions or anything around.

Andrianna looked at Marshal seeing in him the image of a man who had lost everything. A man who had lost any reason he ever had to be happy. She could not bear it.

Her small hands reached around his waist, her body leaned forward as she held him.

Marshal looked down at her, finally feeling something other than cold numbness. Tears streamed down his cheeks again, as his body shook. He was shivering as he lifted Andrianna and placed her in his lap. Still, holding her tightly to his body. They found comfort in each other for that moment. They found solace. If only for one night.

After what felt like hours, Andrianna slept in his lap and Marshal carried her to the bed. Cradling her small head in his arms. He was truly a father to little Andrianna for as long as his alcoholic liver and cancer sustained him for the next year.

Marshal poured another glass of scotch into his glass as he sat by the fire. His body was curled around the love seat as memories flashed by. Memories of his Francis.

"We would like another round of shots!" Marshal screamed at the bartender.

The bartender was too busy flirting with a blonde-haired woman at the time. She sat at the other end of the bar. In what he hoped was a little black dress. Her back was to him.

Marshal was not bothered with who the woman was. He just wanted his drinks. So, he called out again,

"Another round of shots, please!"

He screamed a little louder this time.

The bartender continued to ignore him. After, waiting for another minute, Marshal decided to walk to him and repeat his order.

And that's when he saw the woman in black.

She looked extremely exotic in his lacy black dress. Her endless long legs enticed him. As did her large grey eyes. But, what he liked the most was her breasts. He wanted those breasts between his face. He wanted her dirty mouth around him and her legs wrapped around his waist.

"Well, I now forgive the poor bartender from being this pre-occupied. You are a vision ma'am"

Her grey eyes shifted from the bartender to him. He could see a flash of interest in her eyes. The subtle change of the angle of her legs and soft gasp of her lips. Her eyes scanned him. From his face to his legs, before he decided she liked what she saw.

One hour and three martinis later Marshal felt Becca's hand on his thigh, slowly rising up to his cock, the movement being covered by the darkness of the table cloth under the table. She leaned in closer to his ear, close enough for her lips to brush against and her breasts to spill against his chest.

"Marshal I have been waiting one hour for you to do more than talk and if you don't start bending me in ways that make me scream I might be tempted to touch myself in front of you…"

She had continued to say some other very graphic things about what she wanted to do to marshal but he could no longer remember.

But, marshal remembered the lift that led to her apartment.

The kiss was slow, intense, and deep. It was stepping on a boat in the middle of the storm. It dared you to drown. It lured you to drown. It rendered you helpless as Becca's lips would part and her tongue would dive into his mouth. Seducing Marshal with a kiss.

His hands traced the luscious curve of her breast, fingers slowing dipping into the lacy fabric of the dress. Pulling it away from her breast, letting her nipple feel the warm air around them. Becca's hand in turn traced the hard bulge of his jeans, moaning at the sheer strength it held.

When the door of the lift finally opened, Marshal was already pushing off her slick wet panties and wrapping her long legs around his waist. He guided her to the wall opposite to them before unbuckling his jeans and entering her sweet wet cunt.

Marshal woke up in a trance, with a bitch of a hangover. Looking beside him he saw Becca still fast asleep and naked. Her peachy nipples standing out like a god's favor to man. He stretched his fingers to touch them; cupping the right breast in his hand he squeezed it while he let the pad of his thumb glide over her nipple. Rolling it over before he bent and let his lower lip brush against the throbbing nipple. His fingers slowly moved their way downwards to her cunt.

She was wake when marshal reached between her thighs and instinctively spread her legs. His knuckles grazed the lips and felt her drenched against him. He heard her moan as he took her breast between his lips and so it began again.

She screamed as they fucked, in loud vocal tones when we heard a knock. A loud fucking knock, followed by an angry voice.

"Shut the fuck up. I just came back from a night shift and I would like to sleep"

When we didn't stop she kept banging till got irritated and opened the door.

And there she was, the love of his life.

Her face had just flashed in front of his eyes when he heard it. The soft whimpers of Andrianna.