Marcus Scribner Nude Novels & Stories

Ten minutes was more than enough time with his cock already so hard. Sitting down, Marcus dangled his feet in the water, his back again to the house that was a good bit away at the other end of the pool. As soon as he was sitting, Norah sprung up from her lounger, her bikini top struggling to maintain proper support of her chest. Lowering herself down into the water, she dunked herself down, and sprung back up, placing her hands on the knees of the man who slept next in the next room over the night before.

By eleven, she was a mess, pussy dripping down her thighs as she slipped into a coat over nothing but lingerie that barely covered her. Marcus's place was on the outskirts, a rundown cabin backed by woods. The door was unlocked. She entered, the air thick with the scent of wood and oil. He was in the living room, shirtless, muscles rippling under dim lamplight. Scars crisscrossed his chest—old fights, maybe knives. It made her wetter. "Strip," he commanded, no preamble.

She never wanted the wedding to be a big deal, but as Lizard had predicted, it turned out to be quite a spectacle again. Alcohol really wasn't a good thing. Wasn't Mr. Marcus known for being able to hold his liquor? How much did he drink to get this drunk? He actually passed out in bed as soon as he got home last night. Jessica was frustrated because the newspaper was so unprofessional. The journalists from LN International Media somehow managed to sneak a photo of her and Mr. Marcus dining out together. In dim lighting, where she looked like she was about to punch him. The light was bad, making her skin look extra dark, and she was making an odd face, which, combined with the lighting, made

The sheet fell to my lap, exposing my naked breasts. “I really want you right now, but I need to kill first whoever is behind that door.” He groaned, sitting up. My reaction was instant. My heart raced. My eyes bulged. Was he serious? “Go to the bathroom. That’s probably Marco.” Carrying his gun, he got up from bed completely naked and man, he was damn hot. His body was like a sculpture by Giuseppe De Fabris. Those thighs were molded with pure muscles to perfection to his firm ass.

Mara I turned toward the voice and there was Marcus, sitting up in bed with that messy morning hair that made him look unfairly hot. He stretched a little, eyes locked on me, then stood up completely naked. His cock was already hard, thick and pointing right at me as he walked over. I felt my nipples tighten against the soft oversized shirt he’d given me last night, and yeah, I was staring. Almost drooling.

I’d barely closed the door when it opened again. Marcus stepped in, still shirtless, swim trunks hanging dangerously low on his hips. His eyes were dark with hunger as he locked the door behind him with a soft click. “Smart girl,” he murmured, stalking toward me. “Towel off. Now.” I let the towel drop to the floor, standing there completely naked except for the black bikini bottoms still shoved to the side. Cum continued to slowly trickle down my legs. Marcus’s gaze raked over me like he wanted to eat me alive. “Look at you… already leaking my load like a well-fucked little slut. Your stepdad is snoring in the room right below us, and here you are — ready for round two with his best friend.”

It hit the floor with a soft thud. Marcus stood completely naked in front of me. I was on the floor, looking up, and there was absolutely nothing left to the imagination. His cock hung heavy and thick between his legs, already beginning to stir. It was dark, veiny, and intimidating. Water droplets ran down the length of it, glistening under the bedroom lights. Neither of us moved. I should have looked away. I should have covered my eyes and screamed an apology. But I was frozen. My gaze was locked on him, my mouth slightly open. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, the scent of his skin filling my lungs.

My eyes close as I enjoy the feeling, I feel him kneeling before me. "Ready kitty?" I nod, smiling, keeping my eyes closed. I feel something scratching along my arm, I moan, feeling like I want more as the scratching moves and starts scratching down my chest and over my breasts. My eyes open, looking down at Marcus, the knife in his hand as he moves it carefully, every time he lifts the knife I watch as he places it on another part of my body, and the scratching continues.

He pressed in close, rubbed the swollen tip up and down her drenched slit, teasing her fluttering entrance, coating himself in her fresh squirt and leftover cum. “Beg,” he said, voice dark. “Please,” she answered instantly, voice trembling. “Louder.” “Please fuck me, Marco—please.” He slammed in with one brutal thrust, burying every thick inch to the hilt, stretching her open again in a single, claiming stroke. She cried out, bit her lip hard to stifle the sound. He fisted her hair, yanked her head back gently but firmly, arching her spine, forcing her to look out at the blazing ocean.

With his broad hands he unhooked her bra and threw it on the floor. Lisa bit her lips which was luscious to eyes. A small moan escaped from her brown lips when Damien bit hard on her nipples. "Ahhh...!!!" Celestine screamed and stood up covering her eyes. It was same as watching porn movie. "Fuck!!!" Damien cursed and left Lisa who was breathing heavily. "We can continue. Den is there to help her." Lisa said unhappily. "I am not in mood." Damien left fuming Lisa naked on bed. "Fuck you Celestine" she cursed her.