"My princess is a naughty girl."
"Damn straight." I smile at him, pulling him up to kiss me before looking up at him again. "Now, are you going to fuck me or what?"
Grabbing my face, just enough so that the pain swirls with the pleasure, Marcus licks across my lips as his hips sink, teasing my pussy with the head of his cock.
"Such a dirty mouth, princess. How about you use it to tell me exactly what you're feeling when my cock is buried in your pretty, pink pussy."
I'm flaming, but then Marcus starts to push in as he kisses me. Thank god I'm slick because he's so thick, and the stretch to take him in is something else.
"Oh, shit. Ugh," I groan as I roll my hips, getting used to the feel of him, which is undeniably good. "Marcus, it's so much."
"Does the princess need a break?" He teases, but I know there's also sincerity there.
I shake my head. "Don't you dare."
"Or what?" He sinks in all the way, and I gasp, losing my mind over the feeling of Marcus's cock so deep inside me. "What's my princess going to do if I stop?"
Starting to retreat, I nearly panic, loving this so much, but then Marcus thrusts back in, now creating an intoxicating rhythm.
"Goddamn you, Marcus. Don't you dare?—"
But he stops, and I scream in frustration as he smirks down at me, happy as a fucking clam.
"Oh, princess. I think you need to beg me to keep going. Come on. Say my name and ask merealnice."
As much as I want to fight back, and god do I, I can't bring myself to. I want this too much. I fucking concede. Marcus has won this round.
"Marcus," I groan as he swirls his hips slowly, teasing me so much that I actually tear up a little, "pleasefuck me."
"That's my girl."
He gives me everything he has, and while there is some discomfort, it quickly melts away. I'm too turned on, too slick from already coming once, to be affected.
It's so good. It's bliss, and I ride out the waves of euphoria with Marcus as he barrels into my formerly virgin pussy.
Oh, shit. I really did do this. I'm not a virgin.
But behind the shock is utter joy, completion, and freedom. I chose this. I chose Marcus, and there's no one else I'd rather be with.
He's mine. And I'm his.
"Oh, princess." Marcus groans, his cock thickening inside me just as another orgasm crests to the surface. "Baby, that's sofuckinggood. Come on my cock, gorgeous."
He bottoms out, reaching so deep that I yelp, but it feels so good. I hook my legs around his waist and pull him close, rocking my hips along with his thrusts.
The sensations fly sky high, and I'm crying out his name as loud as I can as the orgasm tears through me. I don't give a fuck if my father hears.
Warmth floods me as Marcus grunts, burying his face in the crook of my neck. I feel him come, feel him fill me up, and I never want this moment to end.
"Mine, princess." His voice is a growl. "All fucking mine."
"All yours. And don't think for a second you're not mine just as much."
He cranes his face to the side, smiling at me. "Not for a moment, princess. Not for a single moment."
***
That night, after having had sex twice more, I pull on a nightgown and silk robe, getting up to go to the bathroom while Marcus is sleeping.
