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"Spread your legs for me, beautiful," he instructs, his voice low and commanding. I comply immediately, allowing him to see all of me, my vulnerability laid bare before him.

He takes his time.

Kissing my thighs, stroking my legs, running his tongue everywhere but where I most desperately want it.

The anticipation is maddening, as if every nerve ending in my body is pulsing with need.

Marcus leans in, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. "You're so wet for me," he whispers, running his tongue along my labia, the barest touch teasing me mercilessly.

"Please, Marcus," I beg, my voice strained with urgency. "I need you."

He grins wolfishly, green eyes locked on mine as he delves deeper, tasting and sucking, teasing my pussy, then licking it, each time a little harder, a little faster, until he finds himself at my clit. Each flick of his tongue sends electric jolts of pleasure coursing through me, leaving me gasping for more.

"God, you taste amazing," he growls, moving lower, his beard brushing against my inner thighs. I moan loudly, unable to contain my excitement as he explores an area even more intimate—my ass. “I could do this all night.”

"Fuck, Marcus," I whimper, gripping the sides of the tub as he teases the tight rim with his tongue, making me squirm with delight.

"Let go, Lia," he encourages, redoubling his efforts, his fingers now joining in, slipping into my slick entrance, exploring my pussy while he tongues my ass. The pressure builds within me, reaching a fever pitch that threatens to consume me entirely.

I can hardly breathe. It’s as if every pleasure and desire I’ve ever had fills my chest, pressing on my lungs, gripping my heart, driving me to explode.

"Marcus!" I cry out, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave, leaving me breathless and trembling. My hand smacks against the tiled wall, the sound echoing through the steam-filled bathroom.

A loud bang answers it, coming from the other side of the wall.

"Damn it!" a voice yells from the other side of the wall. "I'm happy you're getting laid, but can you keep it down in there? Some of us have to work in the morning."

I smack the wall in reply.

"Sorry, not sorry," I shout with a wicked grin, my body still tingling from the aftershocks of pleasure.

“Seriously, keep it down in there,” comes the voice, along with another hard bang against the wall.

I frown at the wall, shaking my head.

"Are you alright?" Marcus asks. “Want me to go pay that asshole a visit?”

"No. I’ve never felt better," I assure him, pulling him up for a searing kiss. It's true—never in my life have I felt so alive, so connected to another human being. And as our lips meet once more, I know that this night is only the beginning of something truly unforgettable.

Then I separate, look into Marcus’ deep green eyes and smile. An idea’s struck me.

"Marcus, what do you say we give our neighbor a real show?" I tease, pulling him towards the bedroom.

"Sounds like a plan," he grins, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. We tumble onto the bed, our lips crashing together as if they're magnetically drawn to each other. His beard tickles my cheek as he whispers hot and dirty things into my ear, and I can't help but giggle.

"Fuck me louder, babe," I moan in response, loud, feeling the heat rise between us.

"Oh, I’m going to fuck you just how you like it, baby," Marcus growls, positioning himself above me. He slides into me effortlessly, the perfect blend of rough and tender. Our bodies seem to fit together like pieces of a puzzle.

"Fuck me harder, Marcus!" I scream, egging him on.

The sound of our bodies colliding echoes through the room, and I momentarily wonder if our neighbor is growing increasingly frustrated with the noise, or if they enjoy the show and are too embarrassed to admit it.

"Damn, Lia! Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock," Marcus groans, almost shouting, his voice strained from the pleasure. "I love how wet you get for me."

"Only for you, babe," I pant, gripping the headboard for support as he drives himself deeper into me. We smack the wall deliberately, our laughter mingling with the sounds of passion filling the air.

The wall smacks back, and our neighbor shouts some wordless threat.

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