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Marcus’s fingers moved with growing purpose, no longer hesitant. Two thick digits slid deep inside Celine’s soaked pussy while his thumb rubbed firm, perfect circles over her swollen clit. She gasped sharply, her back arching under the blanket as intense pleasure shot through her body.

“Oh god… Marcus…” she moaned, her voice shaky and needy.

He leaned closer, his hot breath brushing her neck. “You’re so fucking wet, Celine,” he growled softly. “You’ve been thinking about this for a long time, haven’t you?”

She nodded frantically, her hand still stroking his massive cock through his pants. It felt huge — thick, pulsing, and rock hard in her grip. “Yes… for years. Please don’t stop.”

He didn’t. His fingers curled inside her, hitting that perfect spot over and over again. Wet, obscene sounds filled the space beneath the blanket, mixing with the low volume of the movie they were no longer watching. Celine spread her legs as wide as the couch allowed, shamelessly grinding against his hand. Her juices coated his fingers and dripped down her thighs.

“I need more,” she whispered desperately, voice breaking. “I want you inside me, Marcus.”

He groaned deeply, a sound full of restraint and hunger. In one swift motion, he pulled his hand from her shorts, making her whimper at the sudden emptiness. But before she could protest, Marcus stood up, lifted her effortlessly into his strong arms, and carried her upstairs to her bedroom as if she weighed nothing.

The second the bedroom door closed behind them, their mouths crashed together in a hungry, desperate kiss. Years of hidden desire exploded between them. His tongue claimed hers while his large hands roamed her body — squeezing her ass possessively, sliding under her thin tank top to pinch and roll her hard nipples. Celine tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers.

They stripped each other frantically. His polo shirt hit the floor, revealing the broad, muscled chest she had fantasized about for so long. She ran her hands over his abs, down to his belt. When she finally pulled his pants and boxers down, his cock sprang free — long, thick, and rock hard, the swollen head already glistening with precum.

“Fuck, Marcus… you’re so big,” Celine breathed, wrapping both hands around his heavy shaft and stroking slowly.

Marcus pushed her gently onto the bed and yanked her shorts and panties off in one smooth motion. She lay there completely naked, legs spread, her pussy dripping and aching for him. He stared at her like a starving man.

“Look at that pretty little pussy,” he growled. “All mine now.”

He dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, hooked her legs over his broad shoulders, and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue was pure magic — lapping up her juices, sucking hard on her swollen clit, then pushing inside her tight hole. Celine cried out, grabbing fistfuls of his salt-and-pepper hair as her hips bucked wildly against his mouth.

“Yes! Right there… oh fuck, Marcus!” The old title slipped out in her pleasure, and it only made him growl louder against her folds.

He sucked her clit hard while sliding two thick fingers back inside her, curling them perfectly. Celine came within seconds, thighs shaking violently around his head as a loud, broken moan tore from her throat. Her pussy clenched and spasmed around his fingers. He kept licking her through every wave, drinking every drop of her release until she was trembling and oversensitive.

When he finally rose, his chin was shiny with her arousal. He climbed over her, his heavy cock resting thick and hot against her stomach.

“Are you sure, baby?” he asked, voice rough with barely contained need. “Once I’m inside you, there’s no going back.”

“I’ve never been more sure,” Celine whispered, pulling him down for another deep, passionate kiss. “Fuck me, Marcus. Make me yours.”

He positioned the thick head of his cock at her slick entrance and pushed in slowly. Celine gasped at the intense stretch — he was much bigger than anything she had taken before. Inch by thick inch, he filled her until his hips pressed flush against hers, buried to the hilt.

“Shit… so tight,” he groaned, staying still for a moment so she could adjust.

After a few breaths, she nodded and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. “Move. Please…”

Marcus started thrusting — slow and deep at first, then faster and harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the bedroom. He fucked her like he had been holding back for years, pounding into her dripping pussy with long, powerful strokes. Every thrust hit that perfect spot inside her, making stars explode behind her eyes.

Celine clawed at his back, moaning loudly with every plunge. “Harder… yes, just like that!”

He grabbed her hips, angling her so he could drive even deeper. The bed creaked beneath them. Sweat glistened on his chest as he fucked her relentlessly. She loved how full he made her feel, how completely he owned her body in that moment.

“Turn over,” he commanded suddenly, voice thick with lust.

Celine got on all fours eagerly. Marcus gripped her ass and slammed back inside her from behind. This angle was even better — deeper, rougher. His heavy balls slapped against her clit with every thrust. One hand reached around to rub her clit while the other fisted her hair gently.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled. “This pussy was made for me.”

She pushed back against him, meeting every powerful thrust. Another orgasm built fast and intense. “I’m gonna cum again — don’t stop!”

Marcus fucked her harder, his fingers flying over her clit. Celine exploded, screaming his name as her walls clenched tightly around his thick cock. Her whole body shook with pleasure.

He didn’t slow down. He flipped her onto her back again, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and drove even deeper. His thrusts became wild and desperate.

“I’m close, baby,” he panted.

“Cum inside me,” Celine begged, looking straight into his eyes. “I want to feel it.”

With a deep, guttural groan, Marcus buried himself to the root and came hard. She felt his cock pulse as thick ropes of hot cum flooded her pussy. He kept thrusting slowly through his orgasm, pushing his seed deep inside her until he finally collapsed on top of her, both of them breathing heavily.

They stayed locked together for a long time, his cock still buried inside her, softening slowly. Marcus kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and her lips — gentle now, full of affection.

“I’ve wanted you for so long too,” he admitted quietly. “It felt wrong… but I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“It’s not wrong,” Celine whispered, tracing his jaw with her fingers. “We’re both adults. And I love you, Marcus. Not as my uncle. As you.”

He smiled that crooked smile she adored. “I love you too, Celine.”

They made love twice more that night — once slow and tender in the shower, and again in the early morning when Celine woke him by sucking his cock. Each time felt better than the last.

The rest of the week was pure heaven. They barely left the house. Marcus cooked for her, they watched movies, and they fucked everywhere — on the kitchen counter, in her dad’s office chair, and even out by the pool under the stars. He taught her how to ride him properly, how to take him down her throat, and she showed him just how wild she could be when she wanted his cum on her tits.

When her dad finally came home, they were careful. But the secret glances and stolen touches when he wasn’t looking only made everything hotter.

That summer changed everything for Celine.

And she wouldn’t trade a single second of it.