Page 156 of Prized Possession

He drags the tip of his dick over my tongue, and I can taste the salty droplets of pre-cum as he wipes them over me. He slides his shaft over too, soaking it with my saliva.

“Are you going to suck my cock like a good whore?”

I nod, smiling around his dick as it rests on my tongue.

He edges in slowly as I close my mouth around his length, running my tongue along his smooth skin. Marcus takes his time, pushing until he hits the back of my throat, making me gag around him.

“You can take more, can’t you?”

I nod again, pulling in a breath through my nose as he works his cock back in, a little faster this time. When he reaches the back of my throat, I try to swallow, pulling him in further, while the squeezing sensation causes Marcus to groan.

After that, his actions become more frantic and desperate. He pulls out before thrusting in, getting deeper with each stroke, hitting the back of my throat as I suck him down.

I hollow out my mouth, sucking hard as I swirl my tongue around his soft flesh, feeling the pulsing of blood along the underside of his shaft. Each time he hits the back of my throat, making me gag and splutter, he moans with pleasure.

His hand on the back of my head tightens, and it’s not long until he’s fucking deep into my throat. Even though he’s making me gag, he never pushes me further than I can handle.

“You take my cock so well, love,” he praises me, and I moan around his dick, making him shiver.

It’s not long before I feel him getting even bigger in my mouth, and I concentrate my efforts on making him come down my throat, but just as he’s getting close, he pulls me off him.

He reaches down and grabs me, and before I know it, I’m bent over the dining table. My chest and cheek are pressed against the wood as Marcus shuffles my legs wider, tilting my hips. With my back arched in just the right way, my pussy is on full view for him.

SLAP!

A loud strike ripples over my arse cheek as he spanks my left side, quickly doing the same on the right. My arse stings, but as Marcus rubs his warm hands over my tingling flesh—that I’m sure is bright red from his handprint—it soothes the pain.

“Put your hands out and take hold of each side of the table,” Marcusinstructs firmly, slapping my arse cheek again when I don’t do as I’m told fast enough.

I yelp as he spanks the other side too, evening up the redness. Once I have the table firmly in my grasp, he begins dragging his nails down my spine, making me shiver as goosebumps erupt over my flesh.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Mio?” he asks, nipping at my ear as he presses kisses against my cheek, followed by my neck, and across my back.

“Yes, please,” I beg, tilting my arse a little more, presenting my pussy to him.

This time when he spanks me, it’s directly on my clit, and I cry out, more from shock than pain. It leaves behind a deep stinging ache that feels fucking amazing.

If it wasn’t for the risk of receiving a punishment, I’d be rubbing my pussy against this table, desperately craving my release.

I feel his large cock pressing at my entrance, stretching me open. A loud groan rips from me as he holds my hips in place, stopping me from rocking onto him.

“If you move, I’ll punish you,” he growls.

I look over my shoulder at him. His intense blue eyes are dark and sexy, and I believe him. I just haven’t decided if I want the punishment enough yet or not.

“Yes, sir,” I reply, watching as his eyes grow wide, before darkening with lust.

“What did you call me?” he asks through gritted teeth.

“Sir?”

It comes out as a question, because I’m not sure if he’s mad about it or not.

“Fuck, I like that,” Marcus growls as he pushes his full length into me in one powerful stroke, stopping only when he bottoms out.

We both moan loudly, my pussy aching and stinging from the sudden intrusion, while also being relieved at finally getting what I need. Marcus holds me there for a moment, his grip on my hips becoming tight enough to bruise.

He leans down and captures my shoulder between his teeth, sucking and nibbling at the flesh until I’m panting, trying my hardest not to writhe around. He is definitely marking me.

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