MasukHe growled like an animal and wrapped his hand around my throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make my head spin deliciously. The lack of air heightened everything—his thick cock stretching me wide, the wet squelching as he drove in and out, the sting on my ass, the overwhelming fullness. I came violently, pussy spasming and squirting around him, juices splashing onto the couch cushions.He didn’t slow. If anything, he fucked me rougher through my orgasm, chasing his own pleasure with brutal snaps of his hips. He pulled my hair harder, arching my back painfully as he railed me.“Again,” he demanded. “Cum on my cock again while your mom’s upstairs.”I did. Another shattering orgasm ripped through me, leaving me shaking, drooling onto the cushion. My legs gave out but he held me up by the throat and hair, using my body like a fucktoy.He pulled out suddenly, making me whine at the empty ache. He flipped me onto my back, shoved my legs up over his shoulders, folding me in half, an
I moaned into his shoulder, riding his fingers desperately. He added a third, scissoring them wide, opening me up as his thumb ground against my clit. Pleasure-pain shot through me. My juices ran down his wrist, soaking his jeans. The forbidden thrill had me gushing—heart pounding, nipples diamond-hard against my tank top.The sliding door rattled. Mom was coming back.Marcus yanked his fingers out and shoved me off his lap just in time. I dropped onto the couch beside him, skirt barely covering my ass, thighs trembling, pussy throbbing with emptiness. Mom stepped out smiling, completely unaware.“More wine, you two?”We made it through another twenty agonizing minutes of small talk. Every laugh from Mom sent guilt twisting in my stomach, but it only fueled the fire between my legs. Marcus’s hand rested on my thigh under a throw blanket Mom had tossed over us, his fingers lazily teasing my clit in slow circles. I was biting the inside of my cheek bloody trying not to moan.Finally, Mo
The air in the house felt charged, like the moment before a storm breaks—thick, heavy, ready to snap. Mom’s two days off had turned our quiet suburban home into a pressure cooker of stolen touches and lingering looks. Every time Marcus walked past me in the hallway, his hand would brush my ass or his body would press just close enough for me to feel the heat of his massive frame. I was constantly wet. Aching. My pussy throbbed with this constant, humiliating need that made me hate myself a little… and crave him more.That afternoon, after the backyard grill session where he’d fingered me shamelessly while Mom was ten feet away, the tension had only gotten worse. I’d changed into a thin white tank top and a short denim skirt—no bra, no panties again. The fabric rubbed against my swollen nipples and bare, dripping folds with every step, keeping me on edge.Mom decided we should “relax outside” on the backyard deck. She loved that damn deck—string lights, comfortable lounge chairs, a big
The position let him hit even deeper. My ass slapped against his thighs with every drop. He reached around and rubbed my clit in rough circles, his other hand coming up to pinch and tug my nipples. Sweat slicked our skin. The chair creaked rhythmically. I rode him harder, grinding, swirling my hips so his thick shaft rubbed every sensitive spot.“Fuck, look at you,” he murmured hot against my ear, biting my shoulder. “Bouncing on this big cock like you were born for it. Your mom has no idea her little girl is such a cock-hungry slut.”The dirty talk sent me spiraling. I came again, pussy fluttering and squeezing around him, juices squirting down his balls onto the chair. My legs shook violently, but he didn’t let me stop. He thrust up from below, taking control, fucking me through the orgasm until I was crying out too loudly.We froze at a sound upstairs—water running, Mom moving around the bathroom.Marcus clamped a hand over my mouth, still buried deep inside me. “Shhh. Don’t you da
“Upstairs,” I gasped between kisses. “My room. She’ll hear if we—”“Too risky,” he growled, but his hands were already yanking the sundress up over my head, leaving me completely naked on the table. “I need you now.”He dropped to his knees right there in the dining room, the same place we’d eaten lasagna with Mom hours earlier. He spread my thighs wide, hooking them over his shoulders, and buried his face in my pussy like a man starved. No teasing this time—his tongue plunged deep inside me, fucking me with long, rough strokes while his nose rubbed my clit. The wet, obscene slurping sounds were loud in the quiet house. I grabbed his hair, biting my arm to muffle my cries.“Marcus—oh god—your tongue feels so fucking good,” I whispered hoarsely. He sucked my clit hard, then grazed it with his teeth, sending electric shocks through my body. Two thick fingers joined his tongue, stretching me open, curling relentlessly against my G-spot. My juices coated his chin, dripping down onto the w
The house had become a minefield of stolen glances and barely contained hunger. Every creak of the floorboards, every distant hum of the refrigerator, felt like a warning. Mom was off for the next two days—her rare stretch of real time off—and she was determined to make it “cozy family time.” She had no idea she’d invited the wolf right into our den.I spent the morning pretending to study in my room, earbuds in but music off, listening to the low rumble of Marcus’s voice downstairs as he helped Mom with some yard work. Every time I heard his laugh, deep and rough, my thighs clenched. I was still sore from the kitchen counter last night...deliciously bruised inside, my pussy tender but already aching for more. I kept replaying the way his thick cock had stretched me open, the filthy wet sounds echoing in the kitchen, his cum dripping down my legs as I tried to act normal when Mom got home.By afternoon, the tension was unbearable. I was dripping again, just from the memory. My panties







