Marcus Scribner Nude Novels & Stories

As I passed the room where Marcus stayed, I noticed the door wasn't clicked shut. It was open just an inch. I shouldn't have looked. I should have kept walking. But my curiosity has always been my biggest curse. I stopped and peeped through the crack. Marcus was there. He was standing with his back to the door, shirtless. The light from the bedside lamp hit the planes of his back, revealing a map of muscle and old, jagged scars that made my heart skip a beat. He was broad, impossibly broad, his skin glowing like polished bronze. He was moving, probably reaching for a shirt, and I found myself frozen, staring at the sheer power of his frame like it was the first time I was seeing him shirtles

I watched Marcus climax inside another woman—his cousin—their sweat mingling. "Enjoying the show?" Marcus said as he finally pulled out of Eunice, standing in front of me, completely nude and sweaty. My throat tightened, a scream trapped inside. My mouth opened, but no sound came out. I needed someone to snap me out of the dream, but no one did, because it wasn't a dream. "What did you just do? Tell me this was a dream, Marcus," I managed to speak with a lump in my throat. My whole body trembled, goosebumps covering me.

Scrubbing floors. I exhaled sharply and glared at my reflection again. “You better enjoy this while it lasts, Sebastian Solmere,” I muttered under my breath. “Because this maid is the same one who’ll spill your blood.” The harsh scrape of my brush against the tiled floor came to a halt. I looked up—already annoyed—only to find Marcus standing in the doorway like he'd just witnessed a crime scene. His eyes were wide, flicking between me and the patch of floor I was scrubbing… or more specifically, the curve of my bent-over position and the undeniable glimpse of my underwear.

So….. here’s the idea. I’ll be starting a new mm erotica and yeah this is a sneak peak CALEB. I was already hard when Marcus walked in. dripping Precum soaking through my boxers, leaving a dark spot on the gray fabric like I'd fucking pissed myself. My phone was propped against a pillow on the couch, screen tilted so I could watch with one hand while the other stroked my dick through the cotton. On the screen was some random dude from Grindr. Blonde and in his Early twenties. Already naked on his knees in a bedroom I didn't recognize. Marcus wasn't in frame yet, but I could hear him… that low, commanding voice he uses when he's about to ruin someone.

Lena turned her head just enough to see. Marcus stood there, frozen at the edge of the pool deck. He was tall and athletic like Victor, with a solid build from years of staying in shape. His eyes widened as he took in the scene of Lena bent over with her swimsuit pulled aside, Victor’s cock still inside her, cum dripping down her legs. Marcus wore only a towel wrapped around his waist. He had come up for a late swim, unable to sleep. Instead of shock or anger, Marcus’s expression shifted. His eyes darkened with hunger. A slow smile spread across his face as he stared at Lena’s exposed body and the way Victor held her.

The pressure built fast and ugly, a raw desperate need. Then my bedroom door creaked open. Marcus stood there in nothing but loose gray sweatpants, his muscular chest bare, eyes wide as he took in the sight: me, naked, legs spread, fucking myself senseless with a thick dildo while moaning his name. “Fuck… Lena?” His voice was low, shocked, but there was heat in it. His eyes dropped to my dripping cunt, watching the toy plunge in and out.

“These tits have been teasing me for months every time you walked through my lobby.” He unzipped her skirt and shoved it down along with her panties in one motion. Sophia stood completely naked before him, her smooth skin flushed with embarrassment and arousal. Marcus stepped back, admiring her like a prize. “Turn around. Bend over the couch.” She obeyed, placing her hands on the back of the leather sofa, arching her back so her ass was presented to him. The cool air kissed her soaked pussy. She was mortified at how wet she had become.

“On the bunk. On your back. Legs spread.” She obeyed, climbing onto the firm mattress. The sheets smelled like him, Marcus stood at the foot of the bunk, slowly pulling his shirt off to reveal a heavily muscled torso scarred from years at sea. His shorts dropped, and his cock sprang free, thick, veined, and long, the head already glistening with precum. It curved slightly upward, intimidating and mouth-watering. “Hands above your head,” he ordered. He grabbed one of the ropes. The restraint made her arch, pussy exposed and dripping onto the sheets. “Look at that pretty cunt. Already winking for me.”

The door eased open, and Marcus stepped out. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs that clung to his powerful thighs and did absolutely nothing to hide the heavy, semi-hard outline of his cock. His hair was tousled from sleep, his broad chest and defined abs catching the low light. He looked dangerous. Masculine. Like pure temptation wrapped in muscle and sin. Our eyes met instantly.

The massive bulge in his shorts told her exactly how much he’d enjoyed the show. She yanked her hand away, cheeks flaming. “I—I thought you were working.” “I was.” He stalked toward her, every step predatory. “Until I looked out my window and saw my stepdaughter playing with her needy little pussy on my lounger like a desperate slut.” The crude word from his refined mouth sent fresh slick dripping down her thighs. Marcus stopped at the edge of her lounger, towering over her oiled, barely-dressed body. “Stand up.” She obeyed on shaky legs. He reached out and untied both sides of her bikini bottoms, letting them fall to the stone deck. Then he tugged the top strings loose until her heavy breas