Marcus Scribner Nude Novels & Stories

He smirked before pinching her nipples with both palms, earning a cry from her. Marcus’s eyes stayed locked on her bare body. He pinched both nipples harder, twisting them until Nina’s knees nearly buckled. “Ahhh...Marcus...” she moaned, biting her lip. He didn’t answer. He spun her around roughly and bent her forward over his desk, pressing her chest flat against the cold wood. One hand stayed on the back of her neck, holding her down, while the other slid between her legs and found her already dripping. “So wet already...” he muttered, sliding two fingers deep inside her without warning. “You came all the way here like this...naked under that coat...just to feed me?”

Serena was gone, probably to the dressing room, but her presence clung to me like her scent-floral, fierce, unforgettable. I knocked once on Marcus’s suite door and pushed it open, without waiting for a response. The sight hit me like a punch: There was Marcus, naked, pressed against a stripper in a silver bikini, her legs wrapped around his waist as he pinned her to the wall as he thrust into her pussy. Her moans mingled with the club’s bass, her nails raking his back, as his hands gripped her thighs. The room reeked of sweat and sex, and I froze, I felt my stomach twisting but not from shock, but from the stark contrast to what I’d felt with Serena earlier. This was intense, transactional,

The sight that greeted him made his blood run hot. Harper was lying on her back in the middle of the bed, legs spread wide. Her bikini top was pushed up, exposing her full breasts. One hand was squeezing her nipple while the other was buried between her thighs, fingers pumping in and out of her wet pussy. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back, lips parted as she moaned his name again and again. “Mr. Reed… oh god… please…” Marcus stood there, one hand still on the door handle, staring at the filthy, beautiful sight of his daughter’s best friend fucking herself while fantasizing about him.

He pulled me off suddenly with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting my swollen lips to his cock. “Stand up,” he ordered. “On your feet, princess. Let me see that dripping little forbidden pussy that’s been aching for me all night.” I rose on shaky legs. Marcus immediately pushed the silk robe off my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet. I stood completely naked in front of him. His eyes raked over my body hungrily — my hard nipples, my heaving breasts, my smooth shaved pussy that was visibly dripping down my thighs. “Beautiful,” he growled. “So fucking perfect.”

“What are you doing here? Get out!” Marcus stepped into the room, calm and unhurried. He was tall and muscular, his shirt stretched tight across his broad chest. A cold smile played on his lips as he stopped at the foot of the bed. He turned his phone screen toward her. The video he had just recorded played clearly: Rebecca with her legs wide open, fingers pumping into her soaked cunt, moaning at the domination scene. “Look at this,” he said, voice deep and steady. “So clear. Your face is unmistakable. Your pussy too.”

Marcus left the room quietly and tears formed at the bream of my eyes after several minutes of struggling in the position and burning sensations. I couldn’t resist the vibrator inside my pussy as I began to drip and the tingling became intense. I Moan loudly grinding my hips up and down to the moving vibrations I hate to be helpless this way, the more I struggled to move the vacuum spread my legs wider. “Fuck!” I cursed out when my eyes caught the view of Marcus walking in gorgeously naked with water dripping from his hair. I was thrilled with the view. He looks so perfect with his rib well carved and his member standing hard and fleshy.

But I don't have an imagination, or at least one that's creative enough to come up with something as incredible as Marco. Sabrina licked her bottom lip as Marco hooked his thumbs behind the elastic waist strap of his underwear. Her eyes went from his face, past his muscular chest and all the way down his abs. She followed the lines of his hips, as he pulled his underwear down. Inch by inch, he slipped them off until they got past his knees and fell to the floor at his feet. He now stood next to the bed, gloriously naked and fully erect.

“It was perfect. You’re perfect.” She fully turned her nude body around, facing him. Marcus' eyes expanded. For sure, she was deliciously nude. He couldn't help but smile as he caught glimpses of her dripping in pure prettiness. Her sizable breasts and those cherry nipples quickly had the attention of his rod, who didn't know enough to fake sleep. His rod rubbed against the sheet, standing at attention.

“Up. On the bed. Ass up.” Natalia scrambled onto the mattress, face down, knees spread, arching her back like an offering. Marcus yanked her bikini bottoms down her thighs, leaving them tangled at her knees. He spread her open with both hands—thumbs pulling her cheeks apart so he could see her dripping cunt, swollen and pink. “Look at this mess,” he growled. “Soaked from just sucking cock. You’re fucking drenched, baby girl.” He dragged two fingers through her folds, collecting her slick, then pushed them inside—deep, curling, pumping fast. Natalia cried out into the sheets, hips rocking back to meet every thrust.

TATTOO SEX WITH CLIENT My heart was hammering so hard I was sure Marcus could hear it. This was my first solo client, and of all people, it had to be him _Marcus Kane. The rock musician whose music I’d secretly listened to for years. He lay on his side on the chair, shirtless, his lean, muscular torso exposed just for me. His ribs were a blank canvas, and I was trying desperately not to stare at the way his body moved with every breath.