Page 126 of Prized Possession

I bite down on the hand over my mouth, which just about dampens the cries of pleasure that echo softly around the room.

My whole body shudders beneath Marcus’ touch, and his fingers still as my pussy grabs hold of them, getting even wetter than I thought possible.

Marcus lavishes my clit with long, soft licks with the flat of his tongue, drawing out the feeling as my nub becomes even more sensitive than before.

I gasp for air as my body begins to relax, slowly coming down from my release. My brain feels like it’s floating away, distantly aware of the sting I feel when Marcus removes his fingers.

Before I can even register what’s happening, Marcus has lifted me up and spun me around, so that I’m bent over the bench I was sitting on just a second ago. My arse is in the air, my back arched, while Marcus uses his feet to nudge my legs wider.

The cool air hits my exposed sensitive pussy and I hiss, shivering from the sensations. Marcus leans over, covering my back with his body, passing on his warmth to me. I feel his hard cock pressing between my legs and I rock back into him.

I feel his breath against my cheek as he whispers in my ear. “Do you want me to fuck you now, Mio?”

I nod rapidly, turning my face just enough that I can capture his lips with mine.

“Yes, please.”

Before I’ve even finished speaking, he pushes in.

He doesn’t take his time, he thrusts quickly until I’ve taken his full length, pausing only when he’s balls deep. I yelp at the sudden intrusion, which quickly turns into a groan as my pussy feels stretched and full, stinging just a little.

“So fucking tight,” Marcus growls, his hands grabbing onto my hips to keep me in place.

His hold is bruising, but I don’t care. I love seeing his marks on my body, but it’s nothing compared to how he reacts when he sees them.

It’s his way of claiming me, marking me as his, and I’d happily wear his bruises for the rest of my life.

“Please, fuck me,” I tell him, when the stretching sting in my pussy turns into a desperate ache.

“Such a needy little whore,” Marcus whispers into my ear, before sucking on the spot on my neck that makes me moan.

After a few seconds of holding still, he begins to move. He starts rocking slowly, pushing in a little deeper each time, and it’s the start of a beautiful yet maddening rhythm.

He then begins to pull out more, though when he pushes in, he does it at such a slow pace, I can feel every inch of him as he spreads me open.

“More, please,” I beg.

“More of what, slut? If you want something, be a good whore and tell me what it is.”

“I need it faster.”

Marcus chuckles at the desperation in my voice, but as always, he does as I ask.

He fucks into me quickly, jerking his hips as he hits deep inside, his balls rubbing against my clit in a maddening way. The sound of our skin slapping together mixes with my muffled cries, as I whisper-beg him for anything and everything.

“Such a good little fucktoy. You take my cock so well. Do you feel like a dirty little whore getting fucked in the changing room where anyone could walk in?” he asks, and I have to bite my hand harder to stop from moaning.

Almost as if they heard what he said, a loud bang on the door to the locker room has us both freezing. Marcus is balls deep inside of me, as we both turn to look at where the noise is coming from.

We can hear voices on the other side of the door, and it rattles like someone is trying to get in.

The handle goes up and down and my heart stops. Panic overwhelms me, and I try to move, but Marcus’ hold on me, and his dick that’s impaling me, prevents me from going anywhere.

Although the handle keeps going up and down, and the door shakes as the people on the other side try to get in, it thankfully doesn’t open. We hear them pressing loudly on the keypad, before one of them shouts about the code being wrong.

I try to pull away again, knowing we’re one correct code away from getting caught, but Marcus won’t let me move. He leans over and whispers in my ear.

“Where do you think you’re going, Mio?”

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