Part two of my book 18+
Marcus’s dark eyes glint with a mix of reverence and raw hunger as he feels katies core pulse against the tip of his thick cock, her soft moan catching in her throat like a sweet melody that drives him wild. His bare chest, smooth and golden, shimmers with sweat in the flickering candlelight, the lean muscles of his torso flexing as he holds himself steady, teasing her slick entrance with slow, deliberate pressure. The silver chain around his neck sways gently, catching the glow, while his undone trousers hang low on his hips, the fabric stretched tight over his thighs. His jetblack hair, damp and tousled, brushes against his sharp cheekbones as he tilts his head, savoring the sight of her—blouse open, cream lace bra clinging to her hardened nipples, toned abs glistening with the sweat of her earlier release. Her silver fox ring flashes in the candlelight as her hand moves to Jamie, and Marcus’s lips curl into a slow, predatory smile. “Fuck, Katie, you’re so ready for me,” he murmurs, his voice a low, sultry growl that hums through the air. “This pussy’s dripping, begging for my cock. I’m gonna fill you up so good, baby.”
Jamie’s breath hitches as Katie’s fingers slide through his dark, tousled hair, pushing it back from his sweatslicked forehead, her touch sending a shiver down his spine. His broad chest, bare now, ripples with muscle, the faint trail of dark hair leading down to his navel where his jeans hang open, his thick cock throbbing against his thigh, the flushed tip glistening with precum. The musky scent of his arousal mingles with the heavy, intoxicating air—jasmine, sandalwood, and the sharp, sweet tang of her slick. His scuffed black leather boots creak faintly as he shifts closer, kneeling beside her, his thumb still brushing her lower lip, parting it gently as her warm breath grazes his skin. His dark eyes lock onto hers, a hungry smirk curling his lips as he leans in, his voice a rough, velvet rumble. “Shit, Kate, you’re fucking gorgeous like this,” he growls, his tone thick with need. “You want us both, don’t you? My cock’s aching for that pretty mouth of yours.”
The room is a pulsing haven of desire, the burgundy curtains swallowing the golden flicker of the candle, casting shadows that dance across Macus’s angular jawline and Jamie’s rugged frame. The air is thick with the primal scent of their arousals, blending into a heady cocktail that makes the space feel electric. The charcoalgray sheets beneath her are warm and damp, stained with a glistening pool of her slick, the fabric clinging to her thighs. A low wooden table nearby holds the candle, its flame casting a warm glow over a glass of untouched red wine, a silk scarf draped carelessly over the edge, and a sleek black box, its contents still a mystery but heavy with promise. The distant hum of the city outside fades, drowned out by the rapid thud of her pulse, the soft rustle of their movements, and the faint, wet sounds of Marcus’s cock teasing her entrance.
Marcus presses forward, his thick cock sliding slowly into her tight, pulsing core, stretching her with a delicious burn that draws a low, reverent groan from his throat. Her wetness coats him, warm and viscous, easing his way as he pushes deeper, inch by inch, her walls gripping him like a vice. He pauses halfway, letting her adjust, his hands gripping her hips, fingers digging into her sweatslicked skin. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he murmurs, his voice a raw, husky whisper. “This pussy’s taking me so well, Kate. You feel that? I’m gonna fuck you slow at first, make you feel every fucking inch.” His hips rock gently, pushing deeper, the slick, wet sounds of their connection filling the air as her core pulses around him, still sensitive from her orgasm.
Jamie leans closer, his lips brushing hers, not quite kissing but teasing, his breath hot and heavy as he cups her jaw, his thumb tracing the curve of her lower lip. His cock throbs against her thigh, the thick length hot and heavy, the musky scent sharp and intoxicating. He shifts, guiding her hand to his erection, encouraging her to touch him as her fingers linger in his hair. “Feel how hard I am for you, baby,” he murmurs, his voice a low, rough growl. “I want that mouth on me, Kate Wanna feel your tongue while Marcus fucks you deep. You ready for that?” His hand slides down to her breast, teasing her nipple through the cream lace bra, the sharp sensation making her breath hitch as he watches her face for every flicker of pleasure.
Marcus’s hips begin to move, a slow, steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy, each thrust stretching her further, her walls fluttering around him. Her slick coats his shaft, dripping down to her inner thighs, leaving a glistening sheen that catches the candlelight. He leans in, his lips brushing her ear, his breath warm and mintscented. “You’re so fucking perfect like this,” he whispers, his voice thick with desire. “Taking my cock, wanting Jamie’s too. Tell us how you want it, baby—want me to go harder? Want Jamie’s cock in your mouth now? We’re gonna give you everything you need.” His hand slides up her side, fingers brushing the edge of her bra, teasing her nipple as he thrusts deeper, his eyes locked onto hers, waiting for her to guide their next move.
Jamie’s breath hitches as Katie’s fingers slide through his dark, tousled hair, pushing it back from his sweatslicked forehead, her touch sending a shiver down his spine. His broad chest, bare now, ripples with muscle, the faint trail of dark hair leading down to his navel where his jeans hang open, his thick cock throbbing against his thigh, the flushed tip glistening with precum. The musky scent of his arousal mingles with the heavy, intoxicating air—jasmine, sandalwood, and the sharp, sweet tang of her slick. His scuffed black leather boots creak faintly as he shifts closer, kneeling beside her, his thumb still brushing her lower lip, parting it gently as her warm breath grazes his skin. His dark eyes lock onto hers, a hungry smirk curling his lips as he leans in, his voice a rough, velvet rumble. “Shit, Kate, you’re fucking gorgeous like this,” he growls, his tone thick with need. “You want us both, don’t you? My cock’s aching for that pretty mouth of yours.”
The room is a pulsing haven of desire, the burgundy curtains swallowing the golden flicker of the candle, casting shadows that dance across Macus’s angular jawline and Jamie’s rugged frame. The air is thick with the primal scent of their arousals, blending into a heady cocktail that makes the space feel electric. The charcoalgray sheets beneath her are warm and damp, stained with a glistening pool of her slick, the fabric clinging to her thighs. A low wooden table nearby holds the candle, its flame casting a warm glow over a glass of untouched red wine, a silk scarf draped carelessly over the edge, and a sleek black box, its contents still a mystery but heavy with promise. The distant hum of the city outside fades, drowned out by the rapid thud of her pulse, the soft rustle of their movements, and the faint, wet sounds of Marcus’s cock teasing her entrance.
Marcus presses forward, his thick cock sliding slowly into her tight, pulsing core, stretching her with a delicious burn that draws a low, reverent groan from his throat. Her wetness coats him, warm and viscous, easing his way as he pushes deeper, inch by inch, her walls gripping him like a vice. He pauses halfway, letting her adjust, his hands gripping her hips, fingers digging into her sweatslicked skin. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he murmurs, his voice a raw, husky whisper. “This pussy’s taking me so well, Kate. You feel that? I’m gonna fuck you slow at first, make you feel every fucking inch.” His hips rock gently, pushing deeper, the slick, wet sounds of their connection filling the air as her core pulses around him, still sensitive from her orgasm.
Jamie leans closer, his lips brushing hers, not quite kissing but teasing, his breath hot and heavy as he cups her jaw, his thumb tracing the curve of her lower lip. His cock throbs against her thigh, the thick length hot and heavy, the musky scent sharp and intoxicating. He shifts, guiding her hand to his erection, encouraging her to touch him as her fingers linger in his hair. “Feel how hard I am for you, baby,” he murmurs, his voice a low, rough growl. “I want that mouth on me, Kate Wanna feel your tongue while Marcus fucks you deep. You ready for that?” His hand slides down to her breast, teasing her nipple through the cream lace bra, the sharp sensation making her breath hitch as he watches her face for every flicker of pleasure.
Marcus’s hips begin to move, a slow, steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy, each thrust stretching her further, her walls fluttering around him. Her slick coats his shaft, dripping down to her inner thighs, leaving a glistening sheen that catches the candlelight. He leans in, his lips brushing her ear, his breath warm and mintscented. “You’re so fucking perfect like this,” he whispers, his voice thick with desire. “Taking my cock, wanting Jamie’s too. Tell us how you want it, baby—want me to go harder? Want Jamie’s cock in your mouth now? We’re gonna give you everything you need.” His hand slides up her side, fingers brushing the edge of her bra, teasing her nipple as he thrusts deeper, his eyes locked onto hers, waiting for her to guide their next move.
