Page 155 of Prized Possession

“You are so tight and wet for me. Are you ready to show me what a good little slut you are for me?” he growls, flicking his tongue over my clit, so I struggle to form coherent sentences.

“Yes! Oh, fuck, yes.”

I look down at him, letting him see the effect he has on me.

Marcus chuckles with a wicked smirk on his face as he speeds up his fingers, hooking them to drag them along my front wall until my legs are trembling.

He licks, sucks, even blows on my clit, until my whole body is on fire.

“I’m so close,” I tell him, sounding low and breathy.

“Such a needy cunt, rocking against my hand, soaking my fingers.”

Marcus’ low gravelly tone combined with his dirty words make me shudder.

“Can I come, please?” I beg.

When Marcus doesn’t reply, but continues his assault on my pussy, I start to panic. I try to focus on anything except the fucking overwhelming sensations that are rippling over my body, all while begging him to let me come.

I tense up, trying to think of something to distract myself, but all I can think about is Marcus hitting that sweet spot deep inside, and how fucking amazing it feels.

“I can’t… I need… Please, Marcus… Can I…” My words are frantic and disjointed, almost incoherent babble, but the purpose is the same.

I need to fucking come, right now, and I won’t be able to hold it for much longer.

My body starts to tense, and I’m reaching the point of no return, my legs shaking from the intensity of trying to hold it back. Yet, just as my orgasm is about to hit, Marcus pulls away, both his fingers and his tongue leaving me feeling empty.

I cry out loudly as my pussy throbs and aches, the build up of my impending orgasm beginning to fade away with each second he’s no longer touching me.

I rock my hips, desperately trying to alleviate that growing ache, but there’s nothing to create friction.

“Noooo. Marcus, what?” I cry out, my legs turning to jello as he drags his nails down my thighs, making me shiver.

“What’s the matter? Does my needy little whore want something?”

I nod my head frantically, reaching down to rub my fingers over my pulsating clit, but Marcus grabs my hand, forcing it to my side.

“I was so close. I need to come.”

“Do you think you’ve been a good enough girl to come, Mio?” he asks, and I nod my head.

“I have. I’ve been a really good girl.”

“If you come, what do I get?”

His voice is a low growl, and I can see the predatory gaze he has me locked in. I just walked into his trap, and I don’t care.

“Anything. I’ll do anything,” I tell him, meaning every word.

“Take off your knickers, get down on your knees, and show me how much you want to come,” he says calmly.

I waste no time jumping off the table, sliding my knickers off, before falling to my knees.

While I’m getting into position, Marcus removes all of his clothes, his hard cock standing to attention in front of my eyes. I stick my tits out, curving my spine as I lock my hands behind my back, presenting myself in the way I know he loves.

“Open your mouth, slut.”

I obey, sticking out my tongue as I do.

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