Page 46 of Made For Ruin

“Such a good girl,” he rasps against my throat. “You’re going to take my cock so well, aren’t you? Stretching tight around me while I fuck this greedy little cunt.”

I can only moan, my brain too fogged with lust to form words. He reaches between us to unzip his jeans, shoving them down just enough to free his erection. It springs out, thick and hard, the engorged head already glistening.

I try to press my hips up, desperate to feel him inside me, but he pins me down with one hand. He notches the broad head of his cock against my entrance, barely dipping in before pulling back, teasing me mercilessly. I’m practically sobbing with need.

“Marcus, please!” I beg shamelessly. “I need your cock, I need it so bad. Please fuck me, fill me up, I can’t - ohh!”

My pleas cut off in a choked moan as he thrusts into me, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful surge. The stretch is intense, bordering on painful, but so, so good. My walls clamp down around him, fluttering wildly.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, his face etched with pleasure. “Squeezing me like a fucking vise. This cunt was made for my cock, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” I whimper, too far gone to say anything else. I’m impaled on his thick length, stuffed so full I can hardly breathe.

Marcus starts to move, rolling his hips in deep, claiming thrusts that make me see stars. I arch my back, taking him even deeper, my nails digging into my palms where my hands are still pinned above my head.

“So fucking perfect,” he growls, snapping his hips harder, fucking me into the mattress. “Taking my cock like you were born for it. So good for me.”

His filthy praise makes me clench around him, my walls fluttering. I can feel my orgasm building, coiling tighter with every relentless thrust.

“Please,” I keen, my voice breaking. “Please let me come, I need it so bad, I can’t hold it.”

“Not yet,” Marcus pants, his own control slipping. “I’m not done with this pussy yet. You don’t come until I say you can come.”

He hikes my legs higher around his waist and pounds into me, hammering that secret spot that makes me light up from the inside. I’m openly sobbing now, babbling desperate please.

“Please, please, please,” I chant mindlessly, too lost in sensation to say anything else.

“Do it, Lainey. Let go for me.”

His permission slams into me and I detonate, my orgasm crashing through me in blinding waves. I scream his name, my body arching as pleasure turns me inside out.

My cunt clamps down on him like a vise, milking his cock for all I’m worth. Marcus shouts, slamming into me one last time before pulsing deep inside me, flooding me with wet heat.

We shudder through the aftershocks together, clinging to each other and exchanging sloppy kisses as we come down. Marcus gentles his thrusts, rocking into me tenderly as I flutter weakly around him.

Finally, he pulls out and collapses next to me, tugging me into his arms. I cuddle into his strong chest, my mind blissfully empty.

“Goddamn, you’re perfect, baby. You came so well for me,” Marcus murmurs into my hair, his arms banded tight around me.

I hum contentedly, still floating in a hazy cloud of bliss.

“That was so intense,” I manage, my voice hoarse from screaming. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

Marcus pulls back slightly to look at me, his eyes soft with awe. “Neither have I. Letting go like that, giving you what you needed, what we both needed... It’s not something I ever thought I could do.”

I press a kiss over his steadily thumping heart. “Thank for letting me see this side of you.”

He cups my face, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. “You make it easy baby. Easier than it’s ever been for me.”

I feel the squish of Marcus’s come as I shift in his arms. It’s an unfamiliar sensation, but I revel in the intimacy and possession of it. Marcus notices my squirming and slides a hand down to cup my sensitive mound.

“You like feeling my come inside you?” he asks. “Marking this sweet little pussy as mine?”

I moan breathlessly and press into his touch. “Yes,” I whisper. “I love it. Love feeling owned by you.”

Marcus groans and pushes two fingers inside me, scooping up some of the slippery evidence of our coupling and pushing it back into my fluttering passage. I gasp and clench around the intrusion, my over-sensitized flesh sparking with pleasure-pain.

“This is where my come belongs,” Marcus growls possessively. “Stuffed deep in your tight little cunt. You’re going to keep it plugged up inside you all night. Let it soak into your womb.”

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