The sight has my nipples hardening. My sore core pangs with need to lean in and clean him. To lap the cream off his stomach like a cat. Straddle his hips and let him use me to cum in.
I miss my boys, and I miss the sheer volume of release they’d dump in me. I miss the unimaginable number of orgasms they’d force me to have. I miss being held down and made to take it.
And I never felt the need to hesitate when I needed them, but after what he saw last night, does Marcus still want me?
Resisting my urges, I move to the side of the mattress and touch his arm gently.
“Marcus?”
His beautiful torso shifts and moves in a stretch that has my stomach tightening. My gaze roams along the hard, flexing muscles, the coil and release of limbs. Everything is so … masculine and rigid. All those lines and that cock…
My sensitive channel rushes with the need to feel him inside me. To feel all those muscles moving around me. Lifting me. Holding me. Using me.
My dress is on the floor and I’m on him. My knees hug his hips, and I slide my pussy through his mess. Grind up the length of that beast between his thighs. I watch as he expels cum that I smear over my sex.
“Fuck,mon p’tit.Don’t stop.”
My head jerks up to find him watching me. The embarrassment I would have felt is non-existent as I coat myself in him, turn my naked lips shiny with his seed.
Without consideration, I roll my hips forward, hook his fat head to my opening and take him. I slide him in me to the base and sob with the pleasure. My head falls back and I groan his name.
“Marcus?” He pushes to a sitting position with me in his lap, speared on his perfect cock. His arms crush me to him, palms settle flat across my back and I’m arched against him. “What happened to uncle?”
I’m given no room to ask what he’s talking about when he captures my offered nipple between his teeth, and I watch us through the mirrors behind him. Watch my cradling of his head to my chest. My greedy galloping taking him over and over in hard, ravenous pumps.
“Such a greedy girl. Pussy so wet. Do you need more cum in here?”
On the cusp, I nod vigorously and earn the hard clench of his fingers fisting my backside and urging me down faster. Harder.
“Beg, baby. Beg your uncle to fill your dirty hole.”
I pull back and tip my head to the ceiling. I watch my body swallow him, so wet, I’m making a mess.
Without saying a word, I drop back against the mattress, keeping him deep inside me when I open my legs wide for us both to see how good he looks stretching me open.
It’s obscene. Beautifully filthy. The sheen of our combined arousal smeared down his shaft, my clit swollen, lips glossy with his cum…
“Use me,” I whisper. “Fill me.”
“Didn’t get enough last night?” he taunts and I think he means the demon, but I don’t get to ask when I’m turned onto my knees without him dislodging. “If you want my cum this time, you work for it. Use your cunt to milk it from my body.”
This is new.
The directions are unclear, but I realize quickly when his weight presses me down with my knees fixed wide beneath me and his fingers press into my clit.
No rubbing.
No moving.
He sits and waits for me to ride him. Take him. To impale myself over and over down his cock and over his fingers.
“That’s it,” he hisses into my ear when I sob into the sheets. “Milk my cock.”
It’s so good.
It feels so good.
The weight of him, the feel of being pinned and forced. The stretch of him I’m made to take while he whispers in my ear.
