Marcus Scribner Nude Novels & Stories

“That’s ridiculous. You’re unbelievable.” He smirked, stepping even closer until I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. “Scared you’ll fail the test, Nurse? Or scared you’ll like it too much?” The challenge stung my pride. Against my better judgment, fueled by a mix of denial and lingering desire, I agreed with a sharp nod. Marcus wasted no time. He pushed me gently but firmly against the wall, his large hands steady despite his injuries. He pulled down the front of my scrubs and bra in one smooth motion, freeing my full breasts.

So tell me… who is the real tormentor here? His words cut deep. And the worst part is that Tania doesn’t deny them. She shakes her head, unable to speak, and crawls even closer to him, her hands trembling as they cling to the fabric of his pants. — Take me back, Lucas, please… I’ll do anything you want… anything… Her voice is broken, torn, and I look away, unable to bear this sight. Alexandre, however, does not look away. His voice falls, icy, sharp:

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.

The air smelled of oil, rubber, and old sweat. Marcus stood in the center, shirtless, jeans low on his hips, cigarette dangling from his lips. “Close the door.” Click. He didn’t move toward her. Just stared, smoke curling around his face, letting the silence stretch until her pulse hammered in her clit. “Strip. Slow.” Seraphina peeled the dress over her head and let it fall. Naked, marked, shameless. His gaze raked over every bite, every welt, every fingerprint he’d painted on her skin. His cock was already straining, a wet spot darkening the denim.