3. Marcus #2
Maisie, emboldened by my obvious desire, reaches for my belt. Her fingers fumble slightly with the buckle—nerves and inexperience evident. I cover her hands with my own, helping her. "Take your time."
She unfastens my belt, unbuttons and unzips my pants. I step out of them, along with my boxer briefs. My cock springs free, thick and hard. Maisie's eyes widen slightly—she was unconscious the first time, didn't see me like this.
I watch her take in the sight of me. My cock is impressive even by my own assessment—thick enough that I know she'll feel the stretch, long enough that I hit deep. A bead of precum already glistens at the tip. My balls hang heavy below, full and ready.
She reaches out tentatively, wrapping her small hand around my shaft. The touch sends electricity up my spine. "Fuck, Maisie."
She strokes experimentally, watching my reaction with clear curiosity. I let her explore for a moment—her grip unpracticed but eager—before stopping her. "If you keep that up, I'll come before I'm inside you."
I guide her back onto the bed. She sinks into the mattress, and I follow her down. My larger body covers hers completely—my weight, my heat, surrounding her. My mouth finds hers again while my hand slides between her legs.
Fingers part her folds, finding her wet and ready. "Already soaking for me."
Maisie gasps as I slide two fingers inside her. "Marcus?—"
I pump my fingers slowly, stretching her. Feel how tight she still is. "Still sore from the other night?"
She nods, biting her lip. "A little. But I want—I need?—"
"Tell me what you need."
"You. Inside me. Please."
The please breaks what's left of my control. I position myself between her spread thighs, gripping my cock and guiding it to her entrance. Look down at where we're about to join. "Watch. I want you to see me entering you this time."
Maisie props herself up on her elbows, looking down between our bodies. I notch the head of my cock against her pussy, then slowly push inside. The stretch makes her gasp. "Oh?—"
Fuck, she feels incredible. Her tight heat grips me like a vice, still adjusting to my size. I push deeper, inch by inch, watching her face for any sign of real pain. She's tight—so fucking tight—her body still learning to accommodate me.
"You're so big—" Her head falls back.
I pause when I'm halfway inside. "Too much?"
She shakes her head emphatically. "No. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
I continue pressing forward until I'm buried completely. My balls rest against her ass, my cock fully sheathed in her pussy. We both pause, breathing hard, adjusting to the overwhelming sensation.
"Look at me."
Her green eyes meet mine. The intimacy of the moment—both awake, both fully present—crashes over me. This is different from taking her while she slept. This is Maisie choosing me, wanting me, accepting everything I am.
I begin to move. Slow, controlled thrusts. My cock slides nearly all the way out, then pushes back in. The drag of my shaft through her channel makes us both moan.
"Ahh—Marcus—" Her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging into my tattooed skin.
I establish a steady rhythm, each thrust deliberate. One hand braces beside her head while the other grips her hip. My gray eyes never leave hers, watching every reaction—every hitch of breath, every flutter of her lashes, every parting of her lips.
The sounds of our joining fill the room. Wet, rhythmic, explicit. Her pussy makes obscene noises as I fuck into her, evidence of how aroused she is.
"You were made for my cock." My voice comes out rougher than intended. "This tight little pussy was meant to take me."
"Yes—" She whimpers, her hips rising to meet my thrusts.
I increase my pace. Thrusts becoming harder, deeper. The bed rocks with the force of my movements. I angle my hips, searching for—there. The spot inside her that makes her cry out. "Oh god—right there?—"
I lean down, my mouth at her ear. "You're mine now. This pussy belongs to me."
"Yes—yours?—"
My thrusts become almost punishing in their intensity. "Say it. Say you're mine."
"I'm yours—only yours?—"
Possessive satisfaction roars through me. "That's right. No one else gets to touch you. No college boys. No one."
I emphasize the point with a particularly deep thrust that makes her gasp. My hand moves between us, finding her clit. Rub it in firm circles while continuing to fuck her.
"I want you to come on my cock. Show me how good I make you feel."
Maisie's body tightens, pleasure building rapidly. "Marcus—I'm—I can't?—"
"Yes, you can. Come for me, Maisie."
The command combined with my relentless stimulation pushes her over the edge. Her orgasm crashes through her. "Oh fuck—Marcus—yes?—"
Her pussy clenches rhythmically around my cock, trying to milk me. Her back arches off the bed, eyes squeezing shut. I watch her fall apart beneath me, gray eyes dark with satisfaction.
"That's it. Come for your stepfather."
The taboo reminder seems to intensify her pleasure. She cries out again, her whole body trembling. I don't stop, fucking her through her orgasm. The sensation must be overwhelming—pleasure bordering on too much—but she takes it.
Finally, I slow my thrusts, letting her come down. But I'm still hard inside her, still need evident in every tense line of my body.
I pull out, making her whimper at the loss. Grip her hips firmly. "On your hands and knees."
Maisie, still shaky from her orgasm, obeys. Positions herself on all fours, and I take a moment to appreciate the view. Her ass in the air, her pussy glistening with her arousal and my precum. Beautiful.
My large hands grip her ass, spreading her. "Beautiful."
I line up behind her, my cock finding her entrance again. Thrust in hard and deep in one stroke.
"Ahh—fuck—" She cries out.
This angle hits even deeper. My cock reaches places that make her see stars. I set a brutal pace immediately, one hand fisting in her brunette hair. Use my grip to pull her back against each thrust. The other hand grips her hip hard enough that I know I'll leave marks.
My control fractures completely. Thrusts become hard, fast, primal. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the bedroom. Maisie can only hold on, overwhelmed by the intensity.
"Marcus—god—so deep?—"
I pull her upright by her hair, bringing her back against my chest. One arm bands across her chest, holding her in place. The other wraps around her throat—not choking, just possessive. I fuck up into her from this position, completely in control of every sensation she feels.
My mouth finds her ear. "You feel me? Feel how deep I am inside you?"
She can barely form words. "Yes—yes?—"
"This is what you wanted." Each statement is punctuated by a deep thrust. "What you begged for in that message. To be used. To be claimed. To be mine."