Part 3 of my book.....18+
Marcus dark eyes smolder with a heady mix of adoration and raw hunger as Kate’s moan spills into the air, her head tipping back slightly, exposing the flushed curve of her throat in the flickering candlelight. His thick cock slides deeper into her slick, pulsing core, her tight walls gripping him with every slow, deliberate thrust, drawing a low, primal groan from his chest. His bare torso, lean and golden, glistens with sweat, the sharp lines of his collarbone and abs catching the warm glow. The silver chain around his neck swings gently, brushing against his sweat slicked skin as he rocks his hips, his undone trousers hanging low, the fabric stretched tight over his muscular thighs. His jet black hair falls in damp, messy waves, framing his angular jaw as he watches her, utterly captivated. “Fuck, Kate, you feel so damn good,” he murmurs, his voice a husky rasp, thick with desire. “This pussy’s taking me so well, so fucking tight and wet. You want it deeper, don’t you?”
Jamie's gaze locks with Kates, his dark eyes blazing with a fierce, reverent intensity as her hand slides over his throbbing cock, the precum slicked tip leaking against her fingers, hot and sticky. Her touch—firm yet teasing—sends a shiver through his rugged frame, his broad chest heaving as he lets out a rough, hungry groan. His white shirt lies discarded on the burgundy rug, his chiseled muscles rippling under the candlelight, the faint trail of dark hair leading down to his navel where his jeans hang open, his thick cock standing proud, flushed and glistening. His scuffed black leather boots creak as he shifts closer, kneeling beside her, his breath hot and heavy against her lips as she parts them with her words—“Yes, I’m ready.” His lips curl into a wicked smirk, his hand cupping her jaw gently, thumb brushing the curve of her lower lip. “Shit, baby, you’re gonna drive me fucking crazy,” he growls, his voice low and gravelly, dripping with need. “You want this cock in your mouth? Fuck, I’m gonna love feeling that tongue of yours.”
The room is a pulsing den of raw desire, the burgundy curtains swallowing the golden flicker of the candle, casting shadows that dance across marcus's sharp features and Jamie’s sculpted frame. The air is thick with the primal scent of their arousals—musky, sharp, and intoxicating—blending with the faint jasmine and sandalwood that lingers in the space. The charcoal gray sheets beneath Kate 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 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 slick, wet sounds of Marus’s cock moving inside her, and the soft, hungry noises of Jamie’s breath against her skin.
Murcus's thrusts deepen, his cock stretching her tight, pulsing core, each slow, deliberate push sending a fresh wave of pleasure through her. Her slick coats him, warm and viscous, dripping down her inner thighs and pooling on the sheets, the musky scent sharp and heady. He leans in, his lips brushing her ear, his breath hot and mint scented as he whispers, “You’re so fucking perfect, Kate. This pussy’s gripping me like it was made for me. You want it harder, baby? Just say it.” His hands grip her hips, fingers digging into her sweat slicked skin as he rocks into her, his pace steady but teasing, letting her feel every inch of his thick length as her core pulses around him, still sensitive from her earlier release.
Jamie shifts closer, his cock brushing against her lips as he guides himself toward her mouth, the precum slicked tip leaving a sticky trail across her skin. His hand slides into her hair, fingers tangling gently as he tilts her head, his eyes locked onto hers with a hunger that promises to consume her. “Open up for me, Kate” he murmurs, his voice a rough, velvet growl. “Wanna feel that pretty mouth take me deep while Marcus fucks you. You’re gonna look so fucking good with my cock in your mouth.” He presses the flushed tip against her lips, teasing but not pushing, letting her set the pace as his other hand slides down to her breast, teasing her nipple through the cream lace bra, the sharp sensation making her breath hitch.
Marcus's hips pick up a slightly faster rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy, the wet sounds filling the air as her walls flutter around him, her heart racing with every thrust. His hand slides up her side, brushing the edge of her bra, his fingers teasing her nipple before pinching lightly, drawing a soft gasp from her lips. “You’re taking us so well, baby,” he murmurs, his voice thick with awe and desire. “Want Jamie’s cock in your mouth while I fuck you deeper? Tell us how you want it, Kate we’re here for you, ready to give you everything.” His eyes flick to Jamie, a silent agreement passing between them, their focus entirely on her as they wait for her lead, their bodies poised to fulfill her every desire.
Jamie's gaze locks with Kates, his dark eyes blazing with a fierce, reverent intensity as her hand slides over his throbbing cock, the precum slicked tip leaking against her fingers, hot and sticky. Her touch—firm yet teasing—sends a shiver through his rugged frame, his broad chest heaving as he lets out a rough, hungry groan. His white shirt lies discarded on the burgundy rug, his chiseled muscles rippling under the candlelight, the faint trail of dark hair leading down to his navel where his jeans hang open, his thick cock standing proud, flushed and glistening. His scuffed black leather boots creak as he shifts closer, kneeling beside her, his breath hot and heavy against her lips as she parts them with her words—“Yes, I’m ready.” His lips curl into a wicked smirk, his hand cupping her jaw gently, thumb brushing the curve of her lower lip. “Shit, baby, you’re gonna drive me fucking crazy,” he growls, his voice low and gravelly, dripping with need. “You want this cock in your mouth? Fuck, I’m gonna love feeling that tongue of yours.”
The room is a pulsing den of raw desire, the burgundy curtains swallowing the golden flicker of the candle, casting shadows that dance across marcus's sharp features and Jamie’s sculpted frame. The air is thick with the primal scent of their arousals—musky, sharp, and intoxicating—blending with the faint jasmine and sandalwood that lingers in the space. The charcoal gray sheets beneath Kate 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 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 slick, wet sounds of Marus’s cock moving inside her, and the soft, hungry noises of Jamie’s breath against her skin.
Murcus's thrusts deepen, his cock stretching her tight, pulsing core, each slow, deliberate push sending a fresh wave of pleasure through her. Her slick coats him, warm and viscous, dripping down her inner thighs and pooling on the sheets, the musky scent sharp and heady. He leans in, his lips brushing her ear, his breath hot and mint scented as he whispers, “You’re so fucking perfect, Kate. This pussy’s gripping me like it was made for me. You want it harder, baby? Just say it.” His hands grip her hips, fingers digging into her sweat slicked skin as he rocks into her, his pace steady but teasing, letting her feel every inch of his thick length as her core pulses around him, still sensitive from her earlier release.
Jamie shifts closer, his cock brushing against her lips as he guides himself toward her mouth, the precum slicked tip leaving a sticky trail across her skin. His hand slides into her hair, fingers tangling gently as he tilts her head, his eyes locked onto hers with a hunger that promises to consume her. “Open up for me, Kate” he murmurs, his voice a rough, velvet growl. “Wanna feel that pretty mouth take me deep while Marcus fucks you. You’re gonna look so fucking good with my cock in your mouth.” He presses the flushed tip against her lips, teasing but not pushing, letting her set the pace as his other hand slides down to her breast, teasing her nipple through the cream lace bra, the sharp sensation making her breath hitch.
Marcus's hips pick up a slightly faster rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy, the wet sounds filling the air as her walls flutter around him, her heart racing with every thrust. His hand slides up her side, brushing the edge of her bra, his fingers teasing her nipple before pinching lightly, drawing a soft gasp from her lips. “You’re taking us so well, baby,” he murmurs, his voice thick with awe and desire. “Want Jamie’s cock in your mouth while I fuck you deeper? Tell us how you want it, Kate we’re here for you, ready to give you everything.” His eyes flick to Jamie, a silent agreement passing between them, their focus entirely on her as they wait for her lead, their bodies poised to fulfill her every desire.
