Marcus Scribner Nude Novels & Stories

"Fucking perfect." He lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, and Elena cried out. His hands went to her yoga pants, yanking them down along with her panties, and then she was completely naked in her kitchen while this stranger...this handyman....devoured her breasts. "On the counter," Marcus commanded. "Now." Elena scrambled up onto the counter, spreading her legs instinctively, and Marcus moved between them. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider, and then he was looking at her pussy with undisguised hunger.

She hugged me tightly, asking about school and stuff as she guided me into the house, and there he was. Marcus. He was at the kitchen counter, shirtless and sweating. He was barefooted. His chest glistened with sweat, his hair rough as though he had roughly ran his hands through them. I couldn't help but drool at him. His pants were on the lower part of his waist, the perfect V disappearing under the waistband, and the clearest, fattest outline of a half - hard cock I have ever seen in my life. I quickly lifted my eyes to avoid being caught drooling, and when I did, he was staring at me. A mischievous sinful smirk on his lips as though he had caught me red handed. I gulped.

Now he stood holding a mop handle, eyes wide, staring at the obscene tableau: his boss half-naked on the toilet, skirt bunched, thighs trembling, the vibrator buzzing furiously between her legs while another gush of slick pulsed out around it. “Shit,” he whispered. “Ms. Langford—I’m sorry—I didn’t—” He turned to leave, already backing up. “No,” she rasped. Her voice sounded wrecked. “Don’t.Help.” He stopped. Looked back. “Please,” she managed. “Turn… it off.” Marcus hesitated one heartbeat. Then he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He knelt between her spread thighs without a word. Close enough that she could smell the clean pine of his uniform, the faint sweat of a long shift.

The room was quiet except for my soft snoring. Then Marcus appeared on screen. Naked. Hard. He climbed onto the bed careful not to wake me slid between my thighs and pushed into my slick abused pussy slow and deep. I mumbled something incoherent shifted a little but stayed out. He fucked me gently rocking steady hips whispering things I couldn’t hear over the speakers. His face looked almost tender. He came inside me groaned low stayed buried for a long minute then pulled out. Cum leaked out of me mixed with the others. He wiped himself on the sheet kissed my forehead and left the frame.

Nick groaned, holding me tight as I shook violently, sobbing through the aftershocks. Marcus kept thrusting through it, drawing it out until I was boneless, tears streaming down my cheeks from the intensity. “Good girl,” he praised, voice thick. “Look at you. Squirting like a fucking fountain. So perfect.” When it finally ebbed, I collapsed fully against Nick, trembling. My body felt wrung out, empty, utterly spent. Marcus withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to his mouth to lick clean while watching me with dark eyes. “Taste yourself,” he said, offering the glistening fingers to my lips.

Click. The door creaked open. She stepped inside. Then froze. Marcus stood in front of the mirror, shirtless, his toned muscles bathed in the dim golden light of his room. But that wasn’t what stunned her. His pants were pushed halfway down, and his hand was wrapped firmly around his huge, aroused d*ck, stroking himself slowly, rhythmically. He groaned softly, his head tilted back, eyes half-shut in pleasure. His other hand held a jar of cream and oil — he dipped his fingers and rubbed it along his length, sliding smoothly over his skin.

'' Marcus sat on the floor, facing the wall, trying to concentrate so that he could think of a way to fall asleep. Just then, when he suddenly glanced on the wall again, he noticed a hole on it. A hole that can be reached by kneeling so that you could see through it in the level of your eye. Marcus smirked as he messed his hair. He knelt properly to have a good view of the inside of the room. The view was not kind of clear at first, but then, suddenly, he saw his older cousin, completely naked. He held his breath. Is he having sex? With whom?

He scrolled to a photo of Marina naked and having sex, showing off her amazing tits, and handed it to Micah. Micah’s eyes widened. “Damn, man,” he muttered, swiping through the photos. Caleb realized Micah was looking at pictures of Marina’s pussy and them fucking. Caleb held out his hand, and Micah returned the phone. Caleb looked down and saw the last photo Micah had focused on—a close-up of Marina’s pussy. “Damn, that’s a nice looking one!” Micah said.

I said, a little breathlessly. He led me to the bedroom. Marcus followed, his eyes never leaving me. My man started to undress me, his fingers slow, deliberate. My skirt came off, then my top, my bra. I stood there, naked, my tits already hard. He pushed me gently to my knees. Marcus stood before me, his eyes dark with desire. His dick was already hard, a formidable size, thick and veined. "Get to work, slut," my man commanded, his voice rough.