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2026-05-05 17:34:19Marcus stepped in quietly. He froze when he saw me. Legs spread under the sheets, hand still buried between my thighs, fingers deep inside my wet pussy. He had come to return the book I lent him earlier that evening.
For a second, pure shame hit me hard. I quickly pulled my hand out and tried to cover myself with the blanket. My face burned. “Marcus… I thought I locked the door. Please… this is so embarrassing. I am sorry.”
He closed the door behind him softly and looked at me with those dark hungry eyes. “Do not be sorry, Clara. You do not have to hide anymore. I see how much you need this.”
I sat up a little, still trying to pull my nightdress down. “You should not see me like this. It is wrong.”
Marcus walked closer to the bed. His voice was low and rough. “It is not wrong. You have been fighting it for too long. Let me help you. Let me take care of that ache.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and gently pulled the blanket away. His eyes moved over my body. I felt completely exposed. But the way he looked at me made fresh heat rush between my legs.
“Marcus…” I whispered.
He leaned in and kissed me. His mouth was warm and demanding. His tongue pushed inside and I moaned softly against him. The kiss grew deeper. His hand slid under my nightdress and cupped my breast. He squeezed it gently then pinched my hard nipple.
I gasped. “Oh God…”
“You are so beautiful when you are like this,” he said against my lips. “So wet and needy.”
He pushed my nightdress up to my neck and lowered his head. His mouth closed around my left breast. He sucked hard on my nipple, tongue flicking over it again and again. I grabbed his hair and arched my back. Pleasure shot straight to my pussy.
“Yes… like that…”
He moved to my right breast and gave it the same attention. He sucked and licked while his hand moved down between my legs. Two thick fingers slid easily into my dripping pussy. He fucked me slowly with them, curling to hit that sweet spot inside.
“You are soaking for me,” he growled. “This tight little pussy has been waiting for us.”
I moaned louder. My hips moved against his fingers. “Marcus… it feels so good…”
He kissed down my stomach and settled between my thighs. He spread my legs wide and looked at my wet pussy for a moment. Then he buried his face there. His tongue licked long and slow from my entrance up to my swollen clit. He sucked my clit into his mouth and flicked it fast.
“Fuck!” I cried out, trying to keep my voice down.
Marcus ate me hungrily. His tongue worked my clit while his fingers thrust in and out of me. Wet sounds filled the room. I grabbed his head and ground against his mouth. The pleasure built higher and higher.
“You taste so fucking good,” he said between licks. “Come on my tongue, Clara. Let go.”
I was so close. My legs started shaking. Just as I was about to explode, the bedroom door opened.
Julian stepped inside. “I heard noises. Is everything…”
He stopped and stared. Marcus was still between my legs, mouth on my pussy. My nightdress was pushed up, breasts exposed, and my face was flushed with pleasure.
A slow, wicked smile spread across Julian’s face. “Well, well. Looks like the fun has already started. Do not stop on my account, Marcus. I think it is time I join you and take care of our girl properly.”
Julian closed the door behind him and stepped closer to the bed, eyes full of heat.
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