Page 85 of Prized Possession

I barely have enough time for my gasp to slip free before he thrusts one of his long fingers into my soaking wet pussy. We both groan at the same time, mine turning into a longer moan when he adds a second finger.

His long digits stretch me in the most amazing way, and it’s mere seconds before my already sensitive pussy is building towards release.

“Oh, fuck. I’m so close,” I mewl, gasping for breath as he rocks his fingers in and out of me, stretching me with each thrust.

“You’re so fucking tight, Mio. Fuck, you would squeeze my cock like a vise.” His voice is so deep and gravelly, and I can hear the way he’s struggling to hold it together.

“Oh, please… Please, Marcus… Please, can I… Can I come?” I mumble in between desperate gasps for air.

“Do you want to come for me, slut? Do you want to come all over my fingers like a good little whore?” he asks, and I am nodding my head so much, I’m surprised my neck isn’t aching.

“Yes, yes… I want to come for you.”

Marcus pauses for a second, his fingers deep inside, and I’m sure he can feel my walls fluttering around him as I chase my release. He leans in closer untilhis lips are right over my clit, and he blows air on my sensitive nub, making me shiver and groan.

“This is supposed to be a punishment. Do you think you’ve been a good enough little slut for me to reward you?”

“Yes.” I can’t think clearly enough to say anything more.

“Beg me, slut,” he says as he starts to move his fingers again, curling them in just the right way that I see stars.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I scream, unable to say anything more.

To make things worse, that’s when Marcus presses his lips onto my flesh, flicking his tongue over my clit before sucking it into his mouth. My back arches as a desperate sound I’ve never made before is ripped from my throat.

“Please. P-please, Marcus. I need… I have to… Can I-I…come?” I beg, my voice becoming more high-pitched and frantic with every flick of his tongue.

He chuckles against my pussy, the vibration sending a tremble through me as I attempt to writhe around, his arm now wrapped around my leg, so that he can press his hand against my lower stomach, keeping me in place.

His fingers and tongue are like magic, and my whole body is on fire. Every nerve is crackling, and I’m teetering on the edge, mere seconds away from falling. I’m holding back as best I can, but won’t be able to for much longer.

“Hold on, love. You can do it,” he says in between slow licks through my slit.

“No, no, I can’t. I need…I need to come. Please. Please. I’ll be your good little slut. I’ll do anything you want. I promise, I’ll do whatever you want, just, please, let me come.”

I’m not even sure what the hell I’m saying anymore. All I know is my begging is becoming more frantic as I struggle to keep control over my body.

I’m barely aware of anything going on around me until I feel the car come to a stop and the engine turns off, which means we’re home. Any second now, Miles is going to open the door and this will be over.

Suddenly, the very real possibility that Marcus might leave me in this state hits me, and I begin to panic.

“Please. Please. Can I come? Can I come? I’ll be good, just for you. I’ll be your slut. I need to come now. Please.”

Each word becomes more desperate, and Marcus continues pushing his fingers deep into my pussy like he’s not heard a word I said.

I reach over and grab hold of his hair, pulling at the dark strands to the point I’m sure it’s hurting him, but he doesn’t seem to care. He continues licking and sucking my clit, whilst fingering my pussy with increasing speed.

“Come. Now!” He mumbles the words against my clit, but I hear them loud and clear.

As soon as I hear the instruction, my body follows the command.

Every muscle tenses before my orgasm hits me like a fucking truck. My body twitches and spasms as my walls clamp down on his fingers, getting wetter with each moan that rips from my throat.

I cry out as my release rips through my body. My grip on Marcus’ hair tightens as my thighs practically squash his head between them. I’m sure my walls are clamped so tightly around his fingers, he couldn’t remove them even if he wanted to.

As I look down, Marcus is staring up at me, his tongue out as he gently flicks it over my clit. His dark eyes are hooded, and he’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. I don’t even think he’s blinking, not wanting to miss a moment of my orgasm.

When the last ripples of my release finally work their way out of my system, I’m panting as I try to claw back some much needed air, but my body finally begins to relax. Marcus pulls his fingers out of my exhausted pussy, making me wince at how empty I feel when they’re gone.

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