Page 154 of Prized Possession

Before I can argue, he presses his soft lips against mine. The kiss is gentle and slow, as he roams his hands over my body, taking his time with me.

I rock against him, feeling his hardness grow beneath me with each kiss and touch. I run my fingers through his hair, gently pulling at the strands as I try to deepen the kiss. Just a little taste of him makes me crave more.

Just as Marcus beginsreallykissing me, the car comes to a stop and the engine is turned off. I groan as he pulls his lips away, and his cocky smirk after hearing it makes me roll my eyes.

I try to climb off his lap, but he keeps hold of me.

“What are you doing?” I ask, as Leo pulls the car door open.

Without responding, Marcus begins climbing out of the car, with me still on his lap. As he stands, I wrap my arms and legs around him tightly, so he doesn’t drop me.

“Put me down. I can walk,” I grumble, but he just tuts, walking us towards the lift.

After jostling me just a tad, he’s able to press the button to call the lift, and thankfully, the doors open straight away.

Once we’re inside and the doors are closed, he backs me up against the wall and begins kissing me again. This time it’s not slow, it’s hard and fast, just what I need.

In between devouring my mouth, he makes sure to kiss along my jaw, down my neck, over my collarbone, up my throat, before sucking on that sweet spot over my pulse point.

We’re in the lift for no more than a couple of minutes, and that’s all he needs to get me hot and bothered. He carries me into the house with ease, like I weigh nothing, kissing me the whole time.

Once Marcus gets me into the dining room, he places me on the table and I open my legs for him to slot in between them. Our kisses become a bit more frantic as we roam our hands over one another’s bodies, and it’s not long before we begin stripping each other.

When Marcus has removed my shirt and bra, he leans down and pulls my nipple into his mouth, using his finger and thumb to roll the other one at the same time. I throw my head back, arching into him as I rock my hips against his hard length.

As his tongue circles my nipple, his teeth graze over the hard bud, making me moan, while on the other side, he nips and pulls, adding a little pain in with my pleasure. My whimpers grow louder as I grip his hair, holding him in place.

He swaps sides, using his tongue to lavish the nipple that is stinging after all the tugging, and the ache in my core grows. My pussy is dripping wet, and I rock against Marcus, desperately trying to create any sort of friction to help ease my growing need.

As soon as he releases my nipple, he kisses down my stomach, over my belly button piercing, until he gets to the waistband of my jeans. With a bit of wiggling on my part, he soon has my jeans off. I go to take my knickers off at the same time, but he keeps them in place, silently telling me I can’t take them off.

I watch with fascination as he drops to his knees, looking up at me through his lashes, a wicked smile on his face.

With a hand on each thigh, he spreads my legs further apart, so he can fit his wide shoulders in easier. He then hooks his arms around my upper legs and pulls me down until my arse is on the edge of the table.

My fabric-covered pussy is right in front of his face, and I watch intently as he drags the flat of his tongue through my slit, over the top of my knickers.

When I first realised that’s what he was going to do, I wanted to whine and complain, as I thought I’d barely be able to feel anything, and it definitely wouldn’t be the same as without my underwear.

Fuck, was I wrong.

Well, it’s not as good as if he were licking my bare flesh, but it’s still intense.

The roughness of my knickers combined with the warm heat of his tongue is the perfect combination, and I can’t stop the moan that rips from my throat.

With each stroke of his tongue, the fire in my stomach grows, my knickers becoming drenched from both sides. He then pulls at the fabric, wiggling it in just the right way that it bunches together between my lips, rubbing against my clit.

“Fuck,” I cry out, rocking against my knickers.

“You’re so fucking wet, love,” Marcus tells me, running his tongue through my slit again, whilst rubbing the fabric against my clit.

I drag in a ragged breath, my body on edge as I crave more of his touch.

“More. Please,” I beg, my eyes closed as I throw my head back, lost in the sensations.

I feel him move my knickers to one side, so his warm, wet tongue makes direct contact with my pussy, and it’s just what I need. Then he adds two fingers, thrusting inside me deep until I’m quivering.

“So good,” I cry, tilting my hips to meet his hand.

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