Marcus pulled away and stood up, towering over me, his cock jutting hard and slick from my spit. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet so fast my head spun. His mouth crashed into mine again, brutal and hungry, tongue shoving deep, teeth clashing. I could still taste myself on him, salty and sharp, mixed with his own flavor. My hands clawed at his shoulders, nails digging into muscle.He broke the kiss only to growl against my lips, "Bed. Now."There was an old pull-out couch against the far wall, the sheets rumpled from some past visit. Marcus shoved me toward it. I stumbled, pants still tangled at my ankles, and he kicked them off me completely. I was naked now, skin prickling in the cool air, I hit the mattress on my back. The fabric was rough against my spine, smelling faintly of dust and old cologne. Marcus loomed above me, stripping his sweatpants in one rough yank. His cock slapped heavy against his abs, veins throbbing, head glossy with leftover spit and pre-cum.He cra
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