Marcus Law Cock Novels & Stories

I moaned, gripping the bars, pushing back for more. "Beg for it, Officer. Tell me you want this tattooed dick pounding you." "Please, Marcus – fuck me. Hard. Make me forget I'm a cop." He chuckled dark, the sound vibrating through me. I heard his zipper, then felt the thick head of his cock rubbing against my entrance, teasing, coating itself in my juices. That serpent tattoo at the base I could picture it, twisting as he got ready to strike.

Coach pulled out with a wet pop, his cum already dripping down my crack, his cock dripping droplets of our mess, and grinned. “He’s all yours, boys. He's still a virgin freshman. Break him in right.” The five or six of them grinned hungrily with dark eyes like wolves who had locked their sight on their first meal of the day. First was Marcus, the 6’5” center with a monster cock that looked almost unreal. His cock was thick as my wrist and veined. He grinned wickedly as he walked over to the bed.

I said. Elena turned her phone to face me. A photograph of a man, Late 40s, completely unremarkable in appearance, the kind of face built not to stand out. "His name is Marcus Cole," she said. "No relation to Damian. He is a private security contractor who has spent twelve years handling situations for wealthy clients that could not be resolved through legal means. Three of his previous clients had significant enemies. In each case, within six months of Marcus Cole being engaged, those enemies suffered serious accidents. A fall, a car collision, a sudden severe illness. Nothing was ever proven and nothing was ever traced." She paused. "He is very good at what he does precisely because he lea

I knew that body and those hazel eyes from anywhere. I tried to walk to her but the senator appeared and grabbed my arm. “Markos, I’m glad you came,” he said as he pulled me into an unwanted hug. I had to go to hios party to show him he and I were still partners. To rule the black world of New York, you need law enforcement and a few politicians. The senator was among those on my payroll and I couldn’t fuck it up because he would screw everything about me. There was a reason they always wound up dead after they retired. They always got big heads and ewuallty big mouths.

The Easy Way Out. MARCUS was pacing up and down in his office with glee as he praised his lawyer. "That was really smart of you, Coker! I knew you could come up with something... some evidence to back up our claims." He was grinning from ear to ear like a mindless idiot.

Worthy. As if summoned by that exact moment, Marcus arrived. He walked in dressed in deep royal colors, looking impossibly fresh and handsome, like a man who ruled effortlessly without trying. His eyes lifted to me, and he stopped walking altogether. From the way his pupils widened, I knew he wasn’t prepared. “You look” He paused, breath catching slightly. “I don’t even know what to say. You look so stunning.” He came closer, slow, as if he didn’t want to blink. Then he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. “ And Perfect” he whispered. And his touch and gentleness made me feel warmth through my heart.

“Your fingers felt so good inside me, but they were not enough. I needed more. I needed you, Marcus.” Hearing his first name on my lips seemed to snap something inside him. His grip on my thighs tightened almost painfully. With quick, angry movements he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was thick, heavy, and fully erect, the head dark and already glistening with precum. The sight of it made my mouth water and my pussy clench with anticipation. “Look at what you have done to me,” he growled, wrapping his hand around the thick shaft and stroking it once, roughly. “Walking around my own clinic with a hard cock because of a married patient who cannot keep her legs closed or her moan

Tony Woods's POV That was the second time Marcus has amazed me in the space of ten minutes. If he wasn't my friend, I would have doubted that he was a magician. I have never witnessed anyone exhibit such brilliance before. Marcus barely said a word to explain how he managed to call the cops unnoticed. All he did was smile at me and touch his chest, signaling me to stay calm and that he had everything under control. Some moments later, I heard the siren of a cab heading towards my company's premises.

I slicked my wet hair back from my forehead, wiping the water from my eyes, only to find a thoroughly unimpressed Marcus standing at the edge of the pool. He was wearing his usual charcoal suit, holding a plush white towel in one hand and his tablet in the other, looking down at me like I was a particularly exhausting cry for help and calculating whether he needed to have his employer involuntarily committed. "How long?" I rasped, bracing my forearms against the stone wall, still trying to catch my breath. Marcus looked down at his watch, his expression completely deadpan. "Long enough to qualify as a clinical psychological event. I was about to call the building manager, but I didn't want

she informed him, and she left him dumbfounded. Marcus couldn't believe that Mariko had left right away. 'Woah! I can't believe that woman.' He scoffed at his thoughts. Marcus rolled his wheelchair again towards the balcony. From there, he looked down and noticed Mariko, who was talking to someone in front of the car, in their car park area. He frowned at the guy she was talking with. 'Who the hell is that guy? I have never seen him before. Is he her boyfriend? Or maybe a new therapist he mentioned.' Marcus snorted. 'Whoever that is… I don't care.' He said. He rolled his wheelchair back to his room, and he decided to take a rest.