Page 127 of Prized Possession

“We’re about to get caught. We need to get dressed,” I stress, my eyes going wide when he begins slowly moving inside me again, the head of his cock dragging over the spot deep inside that makes me see stars.

“We’re not going anywhere until you’ve come on my cock, and I’ve filled your tight cunt full of my cum,” he growls, pulling all the way out before thrusting in again.

“We’ll get caught,” I cry out, quickly covering my mouth with my hand again.

“Then you better make me come quickly, slut. I don’t care if they get in. They can watch you begging me to come, like the good little whore you are.”

My pussy flutters at his dirty words, and he chuckles.

“Didn’t know you liked the idea of people watching,” he says.

“I don’t,” I reply, but he shakes his head.

“Your cunt tightening around my cock says differently, love. Now, fuck me, hard,” he instructs, as he pulls my hips back, slamming me onto his cock.

After that, his movements become more frantic. I rock back onto his cock as he pulls me onto him, hitting me deep and fast, before pulling back and repeating the same motion, getting quicker each time.

As he thrusts into me, the head of his cock scrapes against my magic spot, and it’s not long until I’m on the edge again.

His balls slap against my clit, giving my overly-sensitive nub the attention it needs to help me reach my impending release quicker.

I can tell Marcus is close too, as his movements become more frantic, his breathing becoming ragged as he grunts and swears.

I’m distantly aware that someone is still trying to get into the locker room, but I’m so close to coming again that I can’t seem to find enough energy to care.

“Marcus. Oh, fuck. I’m going to… Can I come?”

He takes one hand off my hip and reaches out to gather my hair into his fist. He then pulls on it hard, forcing me to lift my body off the bench, my back arched for him as he yanks my head back.

I place my hands on the bench, giving me enough support to lift up further, which changes the angle of his cock in my pussy, and he seems to get even deeper than before.

Both of our moans mingle together, and I’m certain we’re being loud enough that the people on the other side of the door can hear, yet we don’t stop.

Marcus continues to fuck me hard, and the intensity of his deep thrusts, paired with the stinging pain on my scalp, pushes me further into my pleasure.

“I can’t stop it. I’m going to come. Please,” I cry out, long past caring if people can hear.

“Look in front of you, slut,” he instructs, and when I do as he tells me, I see us both in the mirror in front of us. He’s staring at us with a fiery gaze as he fucks me with such power.

“Oh, fuck,” is all I can say as I watch his face scrunch up, his abs tightening each time he fucks into me.

“I want you to watch as you come. Look at what a beautiful little slut you are, just for me. I want you to memorise the way you look, so you can dream about this. I want you to remember this moment forever,” he tells me, and it takes all of my willpower not to fall apart at his words.

“I will, I promise.”

I see the bright smile on his face in our reflection.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You,” I breathe, not even pausing to think.

“Is this tight little cunt mine?” he growls.

“Yes! Please, fill it with your cum,” I beg, needing desperately for him to give me my release.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Come, now. Make sure you watch as I fill my cunt with cum, claiming you fully, slut.”

Before he’s even finished talking, my orgasm hits, and it’s more intense than ever before.

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