Page 157 of Prized Possession

“Please, sir. Please, fuck me,” I beg, hoping the use of his new nickname will be enough to get him moving.

“Shit, I love when you call me sir,” he growls, pulling back at such a slow pace, it’s almost painful.

He pulls out until only the tip remains, stretching me out in the most delicious way, before pressing back inside. He continues thrusting until he finds his rhythm. Drawing back slowly before pounding in fast, hitting the spot deep inside that makes me cry out.

I was already overly sensitive from him edging me before, so it’s not long until my pussy is aching and throbbing, desperate for release. It takes every ounce of strength I have to remain still, to not rock back, or roll my hips in the way I know drives him crazy.

I just have to lay there, letting him fuck me into the table—not that I’m complaining!

As my release approaches, I cry out to let him know, begging him to let me come this time. All the time I’m begging to come, he talks dirty to me, telling me what a good slut I am, how wet I am, like a good whore. He degrades me and praises me, making my head swim with desire, just as much as my body is.

“I can’t hold back. Please, sir, please, let me come,” I shout, knowing my body will betray me soon if he doesn’t give me permission.

Without responding, he presses a finger into my arse, roughly stretching me, making me feel so incredibly full, as well as a little naughty.

“Come, slut. Come like the dirty little whore you are, with a cock filling your cunt and a finger in your arse,” he shouts, pressing his finger in as he pulls his cock out, then vice versa.

It only takes a couple of thrusts, and his permission, to tip me over the edge, my release hitting me like a brick wall.

My cries of pleasure echo around the room as my whole body stiffens, before my legs start to tremble. My pussy shudders, clamped around his dick.

“I’m coming, Marcus,” I cry out, my hold on the table becoming so hard, I’m surprised it hasn’t snapped.

He rocks into me as my head swims, dark spots flicking into the edges of my vision as I gasp for air, riding through the after effects. Marcus fucks into me a couple more times, his movements becoming more frantic as his own release draws near.

“Where do you want my cum, slut?” he asks, not slowing down his thrusts.

“My pussy,” I reply, almost dreamily.

“You want me to fill your cunt with my cum?”

I nod. “Yes, please.”

“I’m going to fill your cunt, marking you as mine. I want to see my cum dripping from your tight little hole,” he whispers against my ear, making me tremble.

Almost straight away, Marcus grunts as he spills his load into my pussy, his grip on my hips tightening as my walls milk him dry.

“So fucking good, Mio,” he mumbles, and I chuckle.

He flops over me, gasping for air as all of his energy seems to deplete following his orgasm. As he pulls out, I wince at the sting, but also at howempty I feel. I can’t help but smile as I feel his warm cum dribbling down my leg.

Marcus picks me up and carries me over to the sofa, pulling the blanket over us that’s normally draped over the back. I snuggle against his side, unable to keep the smile off my face.

I ignore the mess between my legs, since it clearly doesn’t bother him. In fact, I think he quite likes knowing I’m messy thanks to his cum.

“Today feels a bit unreal. I can’t believe everyone knows,” I admit.

I still feel like this is a dream, and I’m going to wake up to find I’m actually living the hell I’ve been trying to avoid.

“This is the start of our future,” he tells me, pressing a kiss against my forehead.

“Yeah, and I start working on my very first customer cake tomorrow,” I tell him, his eyes growing wide at the news.

“Really?”

I nod with a bright smile on my face. “Yeah, it’s actually for Leo. It’s his daughter’s birthday. He saw me practising, and after talking, he asked if I’d make her cake. I’ll start making it tomorrow, ready for him to collect it the day after.

“He wanted to pay me, but I said I’d do it for free, in exchange for a review and being able to use the pictures on social media, to help build the business. He agreed, though he was somewhat anxious about not paying.”

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