Page 136 of Prized Possession

As soon as he says that, I try to release all of the tension in my muscles. I do trust him, and I know he’d never hurt me.

Besides, I’ve said this is something I’m open to trying, I just didn’t picture this scenario for my first time.

He spreads my own spit with his, making sure my puckered hole is wet, before he begins pressing one finger in. His cock slows, pushing into my pussy in slow, deep thrusts as he works his finger into my arse.

“Relax, love,” he reminds me again, before reaching underneath me, pressing on my clit.

That’s all I need to get lost in the sensations, and as soon as I relax enough, Marcus presses his finger all the way in. I feel so incredibly full, and all of the stimulation happening at once quickly becomes overwhelming.

Marcus only gives me a second to get used to his finger, before he leans over and whispers in my ear again.

“Use a hand to cover your mouth, or everyone will hear you. I’m going to show you what a dirty whore you really are. I’m going to make you come with a cock deep in your cunt and a finger in your arse.”

I shudder at his words, and he begins his relentless onslaught, manipulating my body to his will.

His cock ploughs into me over and over, hitting me deep inside each time, while his balls bounce off my clit, sending shivers of pleasure through me each time.

His finger in my arse eventually stops stinging and starts to feel fuckingamazing, enhancing the full feeling his cock gives me. I bounce back against him, loving the way he presses into me, claiming both my holes.

It doesn’t take long at this speed for me to feel my orgasm approaching.

“Can I come?” I mutter beneath my hand.

“Yes,” Marcus groans. “Come with my finger in your arse, slut.”

His filthy words have their usual effect, and my orgasm hits me. It’s like fire rushes through my veins, heating me up as my body tenses, shuddering as the pleasure ripples through me.

“Marcus,” I cry out, louder than I intended, even with my hand in place.

As soon as my pussy stops clinging to him, he begins his long, quick strokes, and he only needs a couple before he’s grunting against my back, his cum spilling into me.

“Fuck. Take my cum, slut. Do you like when I come in your tight little cunt? Claiming you as mine?”

I nod my head, pressing my arse back against him, keeping him deep inside me for as long as I can.

“Yes. I need your cum.”

We both stay there, panting desperately as Marcus practically holds me up, my legs having turned to jello moments before. As we both catch our breath, he pulls his finger slowly out of my arse, before doing the same with his cock.

I feel his cum seeping out, dripping down my thighs. Marcus must notice it too as he reaches down and scoops it up, gathering his cum on his fingers before he gently presses them back into my sensitive pussy. I whimper, and he rubs my arse reassuringly.

“I don’t want you wasting any of my cum. Put your knickers on quickly. I want to know when that fucker, Scott, is talking to you that your dirty cunt is covered with my cum.”

He keeps a hand on me until he’s sure I’m sturdy enough to stand on my own. He helps me dress, making sure all his cum is where it should be.

Once we’re dressed, looking as presentable as we can with kiss-stung lips and rosy cheeks, we head towards the door we came in through—not the one I just came on!

I take a deep breath, not wanting to bring up a subject I know will piss him off, but I have to say it.

“Just in case you didn’t know, I don't want to talk about the wedding with them.”

Marcus gives me a tight smile. “I know. Every time one of them talked about you trying on wedding dresses, it made me want to pull my gun and shoot them. I hate the idea of you trying on a wedding dress.”

I drop my gaze, my heart sinking. “White’s not really my colour.”

He reaches out and puts his finger under my chin, forcing me to look at him again.

“That’s not it, Chloe. I don’t want to think about you choosing a dress that you’ll wear walking down the aisle to Scott, or any other man, for that matter. The only time you’re going to put on a wedding dress is if I’m the one at the end of the aisle.”

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