Page 128 of Prized Possession

My whole body goes rigid before shuddering through my release. I see stars, and if Marcus hadn’t wrapped his arms around me, I’d have fallen face-first onto the bench.

As my pussy spasms around him, Marcus quickly finds his release right alongside my own. He presses in deep, roaring as his cum floods into my pussy.

As we both come down from the intensity of our orgasms, he presses little kisses along my spine.

We’re so caught up in our own euphoric bubble, we’d forgotten about the people trying to get in. That is until there’s a loud bang, like someone kicked the door, followed by yelling.

“Is someone in there? If you’re stuck and need help, call out.”

Marcus starts to chuckle, whereas I panic. “We need to get dressed.”

Marcus rolls his eyes, but gently pulls out of me, making me hiss at his absence.

“Only because I don’t want to kill anyone for seeing my girl in this state.”

I try not to smile, but hearing him call mehis girlmakes my stomach flip in the best way.

“I’m going to clean up real quick,” I say, pointing towards the bathroom, but Marcus grabs my arm, that mischievous look on his face again.

“No, you’re not. You can put your knickers back on, but that’s all. I want to know my cum is dripping from your pussy for the rest of the night,” he states as he hands me my black lace knickers.

“But, I?—”

“Don’t argue or I’ll punish you,” he threatens.

I glare at him as I take my knickers, sliding them on. I make a good show of being annoyed, but I’m actually really fucking turned on by the idea.

We both dress quickly, and each time I move, I can feel the mixture of our wetness seeping from me.

Once we’re dressed, Marcus pulls me in for a quick kiss.

“So, what do you think of our first date?”

I can’t help but laugh at the smug expression on his face.

“I’ve had better,” I tell him, though he knows I’m lying.

“Oh, now I really do have to punish you,” he tells me, and I regret my decision instantly.

Marcus then pulls open the door, finding two people on the other side, with a member of staff who looks perplexed, unable to understand why the door wouldn’t open.

As soon as they take one look at our dishevelled appearance, understanding dawns on them.

The man who had been trying to get in, and the male employee, both have matching amused expressions, but the female looks at me like I’m disgusting.

Although my cheeks flush redder, I refuse to feel shame. I hold my head high as I pull Marcus out of the room.

As I’m passing, I hear her mutter the wordslutunder her breath. I stop, leaning close enough so that just she can hear me.

“Don’t be bitter because my guy knows how to fuck me just right.”

Her startled expression makes my smile grow, and I let Marcus lead me out of the ice rink. He turns to me in the car park, awe clearly displayed on his face.

“I thought you might have been embarrassed, particularly when she called you a slut, but you handled it well.”

I nod, feeling more confident than I have in a long time. “I don’t care. I am a slut, but only for you. She’s just jealous.”

He chuckles, pulling me in for a hug. “She has every reason to be jealous. She’s nothing compared to you. I’m a lucky guy that I get to call you mine.”

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