Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Title:Marcus Comes Home

Setting:Elena’s apartment, 1:14 a.m.

POV: Marcus (first-person)

Heat:Extremely high — possessive, rough, filthy, no warm-up needed

I didn’t text her I was coming.

I just used the key she’d given me months ago, stepped inside, and found her already half-asleep on the couch in one of my old shirts and nothing else. The second the door clicked shut she opened her eyes. She took one look at my face and knew.

I didn’t speak.

I walked over, grabbed her by the ankles, and dragged her down the couch until her ass hung off the edge. The shirt rode up. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her cunt was already glistening under the low light. I shoved my jeans and briefs down just far enough to free my cock, stroked it once, and pushed straight into her in one hard thrust.

Elena’s back arched and a loud, broken moan tore out of her.

“Marcus— fuck—”

I didn’t give her time to adjust. I hooked her knees over my elbows, folded her in half, and started fucking her with deep, punishing strokes. The wet sound of her cunt taking me filled the quiet apartment. She was tight and hot and already soaking me. Every thrust forced another moan out of her mouth. I watched her tits bounce under the thin fabric of my shirt and felt my cock throb harder inside her.

“Missed this cunt,” I growled, slamming in to the root. “Been thinking about how wet you get when I use you like this.”

She clenched around me at the words. I reached down, yanked the shirt up over her tits, and pinched both nipples hard while I kept driving into her. Elena’s moans turned sharper, higher. Her hands gripped the edge of the couch and she pushed back to meet every thrust, greedy for it.

I flipped her onto her stomach without pulling out, dragged her hips up, and fucked her harder from behind. One hand fisted in her hair, the other reached around to rub tight, mean circles on her clit. She came within minutes — loud, shaking, cunt pulsing and gushing around my cock. I didn’t slow down. I fucked her straight through it until she was whimpering from overstimulation and still trying to push back onto me.

“Taking it so well,” I muttered. “Always do. This cunt was made to get wrecked.”

I pulled out only long enough to shove two fingers into her, scoop up the mess of her wetness, and push them into her mouth. She sucked them clean without being told. Then I slammed back in and chased my own release. When I came it was deep and heavy, flooding her while she moaned around my fingers. I stayed buried until every pulse finished, then slowly pulled out and watched my come start to leak from her used hole.

I wasn’t done.

I picked her up, carried her to the bedroom, and dropped her onto the bed on her back. I pushed her thighs wide, licked a long stripe through the mess of my own come and her cunt, then climbed up and shoved my still-hard cock back into her mouth. She took it greedily, eyes watering, spit running down her chin while I fucked her throat in short, deep strokes. When I pulled out she gasped for air, lips shiny, and I immediately moved back between her legs and sank into her cunt again.

I fucked another orgasm out of her while she was still trying to catch her breath. Then a second load, even deeper than the first. By the time I finally slowed she was limp, legs open, hole soft and overflowing, come running down onto the sheets in thick streaks.

I collapsed beside her, still half-hard, one heavy hand resting on her lower belly like I was keeping everything inside.

Elena turned her head, voice wrecked.

“Welcome home.”

I kissed her once, filthy and claiming, and already started hardening again against her thigh.

“I’m not finished with you yet.”