Page 135 of Prized Possession

“Fuck, you liked that, didn’t you, Mio? Your cunt tightened around my fingers and you got even wetter,” he whispers into my ear, my eyes fluttering closed from all the stimulation. “Answer me, or I’ll hit you again.”

“Yes,” I breathe. “I liked it.”

Marcus chuckles against my ear, curling his fingers as he drags them over the spot that drives me crazy.

“And is it me that got you all hot and wet?”

I nod my head as best I can against the door with my hand over my mouth. “Yes. It’s always all for you.”

Marcus’ smile widens as I feel my body building towards my release. I’m panting, rocking back against his fingers, chasing down that high.

Marcus reaches up with his free hand and pulls my hand away from my mouth. I look at him in panic, but he quickly places his own hand there instead.

I brace my hand against the door using it as momentum to help me push back against him, and it’s not long until I’m whimpering into his hand.

Just as I feel my release approaching, he removes his fingers, leaving my pussy empty and throbbing.

“Please,” I beg, my eyes wide open as I plead with him.

I don’t need to beg for long. Before I even realise what he’s doing, he replaces his fingers with his cock, sliding into me in one quick movement. I groan against his hand, feeling full and stretched open, aching at the speed of his intrusion.

Marcus pauses for just a second, and I hear him pulling in slow, deep breaths beside my ear. I smile at the thought that he’s just as affected by this as I am, trying desperately not to lose control too quickly.

Unfortunately, we don’t have the luxury of time. The longer we’re in here, the higher chance we have of getting caught. Once I’ve gotten used to the fullness, I rock my hips, grinding against him in a way that pushes him deeper.

“Fuck me,” I whisper.

“My pleasure, Mio,” Marcus growls, before he begins his relentless thrusts.

Unlike usual, he doesn’t start slow and build, teasing me to the point of frustration. We don’t have time for that, so he moves straight to the deep, full strokes that speed up with each thrust.

It’s not long until he’s slamming into me relentlessly, his cock dragging against my walls as he drives me crazy.

His hand over my mouth covers some of the noises coming out of me, but I have to move my hands onto the wall on either side of the door, to push against, to stop my body from slamming into it too much.

Marcus is thrusting into me with such vigour, the door would be rattling off its hinges if I didn’t stop it.

“Your tight little cunt fits around me like a glove, love. It’s like you were made for me,” Marcus says, pressing kisses across my shoulders and back.

“We were made for each other,” I mumble back.

“We fucking were. Now I want you to show me how much of a whore youreally are. Do you want to come with your family in the next room?” he asks, and I nod my head as best I can.

“Yes, please.”

I’m close, but I’m not quite there yet, and I’m sure Marcus knows that, since he’s become very in tune with my body over the last few weeks.

With the hand that’s covering my lips, he slowly slides one of his fingers into my mouth, and I don’t hesitate to suck on it like I’d do his cock. His groan vibrates through me, and I suck harder.

He kisses the spot on my neck that drives me crazy, while his thumb circles my clit, and I’m so distracted, I almost miss the cold, wet sensation on my arse. Though, I don’t miss him taking his hand off my mouth, pulling his finger out.

I turn my head a little more and see him dribbling spit down into the crack of my arse. Before I can ask him about it, he parts my arse cheeks with his hand.

I watch, completely mesmerised, as he runs the finger that is wet from being in my mouth, over my arsehole.

My eyes widen and my body tenses when I realise what he’s about to do.

“Relax. Trust me.”

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