He licks that spot behind my ear, and I get on my tiptoes, squirming.
“Mymess,” he growls in my ear.
And my balls draw up.
I’m not sure if it’s because of the relentless, rough yet firm pace at which he’s thrusting his cock against mine, or his words, or the way he’s touching me, but I’msoclose.
Every time his crown bumps against my groin, a rush of scandalous pleasure sparks in my bones. I can’t help the moans and groans that rip out of me.
“Mmm, fucking hell. You feel so good, baby.” He bites on the slope of my neck, close to my jaw, and I grunt as pain mixes with pleasure. “It’s as if you’re not real.”
Am I not…?
The question is a jumble of words and emotions as I tilt my head, my eyes drooping shut. It’s better if I’m not real and this isn’t happening, but why is every particle of my being fighting against the idea?
“But itisreal. You and I are so veryreal,” he mumbles against my skin, licking and nibbling on my neck as if he’s thirsty and I’m the only oasis in the desert. I’ve never witnessed this level of intense physical touch before, and here I thought I was the shit with the ladies. But the harsh reality is that I’ve never touched them the way Marcus touches me, like he’s…worshipping my body.
And now, I’m thinking of all the other people who’ve gotten this as well.
I tighten my grip on our cocks, and he grunts deep in his throat, then bites me again, theasshole.
My breathing is so heavy and chaotic, I don’t know how or what to think.
“That’s it. Thrust your hips, baby. Make yourself come all over my cock.”
I moan, not caring in the slightest that I’m basicallyfucking my cock against his, my crown shoving itself on his groin, leaking precum everywhere on him.
“I know what you need,” he speaks low in my ear, then bites down on a sensitive spot on my neck as he thrusts his fingers to the back of my throat.
The pain sends me over the edge.
I release the most animalistic noises, mumbling nonsense as I come on his cock, jeans, and groin.
I’m marking him.
That’s all I think of as jets of cum cover him.
I go on for so long, I don’t think I’ll ever stop coming. The whole time, Marcus is thrusting brutally against my cock, and the rough friction makes my lips open wider.
“Fuck… Mmm, I could do this all day.” The jerk of his hips matches the thrusts of his fingers in my mouth. “I could fucking devour you.”Thrust.“Mold you into my perfect prince.”Thrust.“Until there’s nothing left…”Thrust.“Until you’re fully…”Thrust.“Completely.”Thrust.“Fucking.”Thrust.“Mine.”
My spent cock twitches as he groans deep in his throat, sinking his teeth in the space between my neck and collarbone. Then he steps away a little, pulling his fingers from my mouth, and grabs his cock.
“You’ll take my cum, baby, yeah?” He points it toward my deflating one and comes in waves, drenching my hand and cock with his thick cum.
My mouth is sore, my balls are spent, but I can’t help watching with parted lips as his cum mixes with mine, some of it dripping on the asphalt.
The vulgarity of the view should wake me up to the fact that we’re outside.
Why are we outside in the first place?
Marcus pulls away from my neck, releasing my hand that he’s been holding this entire time—and I fuckinglethim. I should probably be more mad about that.
But before I can get into my head, he tucks his cock in and lowers himself to his knees.
Wait…what?
Marcus is on his knees in front of me.
