Part 5 of my book 18+
Marcus's dark eyes gleam with a potent mix of devotion and unrestrained lust as Katies muffled moans vibrate around Jamies cock, her slick pussy clenching tighter around his own thick length with every deep, rhythmic thrust. His lean, golden torso, slick with sweat, flexes under the candlelight, the sharp contours of his abs and collarbone catching the flickering glow. The silver chain around his neck swings gently, brushing against his damp skin as he rocks his hips, his undone trousers clinging to his muscular thighs, the dark fabric taut over the hard lines of his body. His jet black hair, now a chaotic mess of waves, sticks to his forehead, framing his angular jaw as he gazes down at her, utterly entranced. Her open blouse frames her glistening skin, the cream lace bra hugging her hardened nipples, her toned abs trembling with each thrust. Her silver fox ring glints as her hand grips Jamie’s hair, and Marcus's lips part in a low, reverent groan. “Goddamn, kate, you’re fucking unreal,” he rasps, his voice a husky growl that cuts through the haze of pleasure. “This pussy’s so tight, milking my cock like it’s starving. You love this, don’t you? Taking us both like this.”
Jamie’s breath hitches, his rugged frame shuddering as katies warm, wet mouth slides further down his cock, her tongue swirling against the sensitive underside, tasting the salty, musky precum that leaks from his flushed tip. His broad chest, bare and rippling with muscle, heaves with a rough, hungry groan, the faint trail of dark hair leading to his navel glistening with sweat. His jeans hang open, low on his hips, his thick cock throbbing in her mouth, the veins pulsing against her lips. His scuffed black leather boots creak as he adjusts his stance, kneeling closer, his hand gently threading through her hair, guiding her with a tender but firm grip. “Fuck, Kate, your mouth’s a fucking dream,” he growls, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble thick with desire. “Sucking me so good while Jimin fucks you. Shit, you’re gonna make me lose it, baby.” His other hand slides down to her breast, fingers teasing the hardened nipple through the cream lace bra, pinching lightly to draw a muffled gasp that sends a jolt of pleasure through his cock.
The room is a throbbing sanctuary of raw, primal heat, the burgundy curtains swallowing the golden flicker of the candle, casting shadows that writhe across Marcus’s sharp jawline and Jamie's chiseled frame. The air is thick with the intoxicating blend of jasmine, sandalwood, and the musky, heady scents of their arousals—hers sweet and tangy, theirs sharp and potent—creating a dizzying cocktail that pulses with the room’s electric tension. The charcoal gray sheets beneath Kate are warm and slick, stained with a glistening pool of her slick, the fabric clinging to her thighs like a second skin. A low wooden table nearby holds the candle, its flame casting a soft 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 unspoken promise. The distant hum of the city outside is drowned out by the rapid thud of her pulse, the wet, rhythmic sounds of Jimin’s cock plunging into her pussy, and the soft, hungry slurps of her mouth on Jamie's length.
Marcus's thrusts grow bolder, his cock driving deeper into her slick, pulsing core, each stroke stretching her further, her walls fluttering wildly around him. Her slick coats his shaft, warm and viscous, dripping down her inner thighs in a slow, sticky trickle that leaves a glistening sheen on her flushed skin. The musky scent of her arousal fills the air, sharp and intoxicating, mixing with the faint mint of his breath as he leans in, his lips brushing the sensitive curve of her neck. “You’re taking my cock so fucking deep, Kate,” he murmurs, his voice a low, reverent purr laced with hunger. “This pussy’s dripping for me, begging for more. Want me to fuck you harder, baby? Want me to make you come again while you suck him?” His hands grip her hips tighter, fingers digging into her sweat slicked skin as he picks up his pace, his cock slamming into her with a steady, relentless rhythm, the wet sounds of their connection echoing in the room.
Jamie's hips twitch forward, his cock sliding deeper into Kate's mouth, the warm, wet heat of her tongue driving him to the edge as her lips stretch around his thick length. Her muffled moans vibrate against him, sending shivers of pleasure up his spine, his hand tightening in her hair as he fights to keep control. His dark eyes, locked on hers, burn with a mix of awe and raw need, watching the way her lips glisten with his precum, the sight almost too much to bear. “Fuck, baby, you’re killing me,” he groans, his voice rough and thick with pleasure. “That tongue’s so fucking good, Kate. Keep sucking me like that, and I’m gonna come so hard for you.” His fingers brush her cheek, tracing the curve of her jaw as he guides her gently, letting her set the pace while his other hand teases her nipple, rolling it through the lace bra to coax another muffled gasp from her lips.
Marcus leans forward, his chest brushing against her sweat slicked skin, his cock plunging deeper into her pussy, the slick, wet sounds growing louder as her core pulses around him, still sensitive from her earlier orgasm. He kisses along her jaw, his lips soft but hungry, his breath hot against her skin as he murmurs, “You’re our fucking goddess, Kate. Taking my cock, sucking Jamie’s—shit, you’re everything we want. Want us to push you over the edge again? Tell us, baby—how do you want us to make you come?” His thrusts slow for a moment, teasing her with shallow strokes, letting her feel every inch of his thick cock as her slick drips down his shaft, pooling on the sheets. His eyes flick to Jamie, a silent understanding passing between them, their bodies moving in perfect sync to drive her toward another shattering release, waiting for her to guide their next move.
Sorry it's late this part been super busy
Jamie’s breath hitches, his rugged frame shuddering as katies warm, wet mouth slides further down his cock, her tongue swirling against the sensitive underside, tasting the salty, musky precum that leaks from his flushed tip. His broad chest, bare and rippling with muscle, heaves with a rough, hungry groan, the faint trail of dark hair leading to his navel glistening with sweat. His jeans hang open, low on his hips, his thick cock throbbing in her mouth, the veins pulsing against her lips. His scuffed black leather boots creak as he adjusts his stance, kneeling closer, his hand gently threading through her hair, guiding her with a tender but firm grip. “Fuck, Kate, your mouth’s a fucking dream,” he growls, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble thick with desire. “Sucking me so good while Jimin fucks you. Shit, you’re gonna make me lose it, baby.” His other hand slides down to her breast, fingers teasing the hardened nipple through the cream lace bra, pinching lightly to draw a muffled gasp that sends a jolt of pleasure through his cock.
The room is a throbbing sanctuary of raw, primal heat, the burgundy curtains swallowing the golden flicker of the candle, casting shadows that writhe across Marcus’s sharp jawline and Jamie's chiseled frame. The air is thick with the intoxicating blend of jasmine, sandalwood, and the musky, heady scents of their arousals—hers sweet and tangy, theirs sharp and potent—creating a dizzying cocktail that pulses with the room’s electric tension. The charcoal gray sheets beneath Kate are warm and slick, stained with a glistening pool of her slick, the fabric clinging to her thighs like a second skin. A low wooden table nearby holds the candle, its flame casting a soft 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 unspoken promise. The distant hum of the city outside is drowned out by the rapid thud of her pulse, the wet, rhythmic sounds of Jimin’s cock plunging into her pussy, and the soft, hungry slurps of her mouth on Jamie's length.
Marcus's thrusts grow bolder, his cock driving deeper into her slick, pulsing core, each stroke stretching her further, her walls fluttering wildly around him. Her slick coats his shaft, warm and viscous, dripping down her inner thighs in a slow, sticky trickle that leaves a glistening sheen on her flushed skin. The musky scent of her arousal fills the air, sharp and intoxicating, mixing with the faint mint of his breath as he leans in, his lips brushing the sensitive curve of her neck. “You’re taking my cock so fucking deep, Kate,” he murmurs, his voice a low, reverent purr laced with hunger. “This pussy’s dripping for me, begging for more. Want me to fuck you harder, baby? Want me to make you come again while you suck him?” His hands grip her hips tighter, fingers digging into her sweat slicked skin as he picks up his pace, his cock slamming into her with a steady, relentless rhythm, the wet sounds of their connection echoing in the room.
Jamie's hips twitch forward, his cock sliding deeper into Kate's mouth, the warm, wet heat of her tongue driving him to the edge as her lips stretch around his thick length. Her muffled moans vibrate against him, sending shivers of pleasure up his spine, his hand tightening in her hair as he fights to keep control. His dark eyes, locked on hers, burn with a mix of awe and raw need, watching the way her lips glisten with his precum, the sight almost too much to bear. “Fuck, baby, you’re killing me,” he groans, his voice rough and thick with pleasure. “That tongue’s so fucking good, Kate. Keep sucking me like that, and I’m gonna come so hard for you.” His fingers brush her cheek, tracing the curve of her jaw as he guides her gently, letting her set the pace while his other hand teases her nipple, rolling it through the lace bra to coax another muffled gasp from her lips.
Marcus leans forward, his chest brushing against her sweat slicked skin, his cock plunging deeper into her pussy, the slick, wet sounds growing louder as her core pulses around him, still sensitive from her earlier orgasm. He kisses along her jaw, his lips soft but hungry, his breath hot against her skin as he murmurs, “You’re our fucking goddess, Kate. Taking my cock, sucking Jamie’s—shit, you’re everything we want. Want us to push you over the edge again? Tell us, baby—how do you want us to make you come?” His thrusts slow for a moment, teasing her with shallow strokes, letting her feel every inch of his thick cock as her slick drips down his shaft, pooling on the sheets. His eyes flick to Jamie, a silent understanding passing between them, their bodies moving in perfect sync to drive her toward another shattering release, waiting for her to guide their next move.
Sorry it's late this part been super busy
