Marcus Scribner Nude Novels & Stories

he grunted. After a few minutes of intense oral play, Marcus pulled me up and spun me around. He hiked my ass into the air, presenting me to the main camera. He reached for a bottle of lube, the liquid cool against my heat as he worked two fingers into my pussy, stretching me wide. "You're so fucking wet," he mused for the microphones. "Look at this. She's dripping for the fans."

The solarium was massive—vaulted glass ceilings, glass walls, sunlight pouring in like it had somewhere to be. Marcus stood at the center of it all, shirtless, barefoot, and bathed in gold. He looked like some tragic painting: ancient myth meets tabloid royalty. A bottle of bourbon rested near his feet, already a quarter empty. Again, like the first time we met, he was shirtless and drunk. Also again, I couldn’t seem to look away.

"You know what I'm here for Marcus' '. Miss Shina said, seductively licking her lower lips. "Miss Shina, I can't be doing this with you right now, I'm expecting…" Marcus couldn't finish his statement as he noticed Shina taking off the buttons of her shirt. She refused to listen to his excuses as she was aiming for her selfish pleasure. "It won't take long Marcus". Shina assured as she stood up from the chair and stripped out of her dress. She took off her bra and pulled down her underwear, leaving her totally naked. Her two tender breasts were round but small , her public arena wasn't shaved but it looks alluring in his eyes. Without waiting for Marcus to complete his statement she strode to

His name flashed across the screen, and for a second, I just stared at it before answering. “Hello?” The moment the call connected, noise flooded through the speaker. It was loud and chaotic, music pulsing heavily in the background, the deep bass vibrating through the line in a way that made it impossible to ignore. There were voices layered over it, laughter, high-pitched squeals that sounded distinctly feminine. “Hold on,” Marcus’s voice came through, slightly muffled. There was a shuffle, then his voice again, clearer this time. “Move a little, princess,” he drawled lazily. “Daddy has to attend to something.”

I wanted him to see. Marcus lived alone next door. Tall, quiet, with intense dark eyes that always lingered a second too long when we passed each other. I had caught him watching me sunbathe more than once. Tonight I was done pretending. I climbed out of the pool and sat on the edge, legs open toward the nearest camera. My fingers moved faster between my legs, rubbing my swollen clit while I moaned softly into the night. The water dripped down my skin. I pushed two fingers inside myself, pumping slowly, imagining his eyes on me through the screen. My moans grew louder. I didn’t hold back. I wanted him to hear everything.

“That’s not supposed to be public knowledge?” “No shit.” Bryce blinked rapidly, then looked at Hannah. “How do you know?” She shrugged innocently. “I saw them naked.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Oh,” she added thoughtfully, “and Marcus is pierced as fuck.” Bryce barked out a laugh immediately. “Were you checking him out?” “It was kinda hard not to,” Hannah defended instantly. “The man was standing there fully naked with his whole situation on display.” “My whole situation?” I repeated flatly.

The pleasure built, my hips lifting off the bed as I chased release. The door creaked open. I froze, eyes wide with terror. Marcus stood in the doorway, shirtless, wearing only his sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His dark eyes locked onto my spread legs, my fingers still buried inside myself. “Well, well,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “What do we have here?” I yanked my hand away and scrambled for the covers, my face burning with humiliation. “Marcus! Get out! I—I thought you were gone!”

she demands, voice muffled against my skin. “I… I need it,” I whimper. “Please…” She laughs darkly and forces my tits together again, sucking both nipples at once. The sensation is too much. My cunt clenches on nothing, dripping steadily down my ass onto her papers. Marcus steps closer, unzipping his jeans. His cock springs out—thick, veined, already leaking. He strokes it slowly, eyes locked on my chest. Dr. Kane notices. “You want these tits wrapped around your cock later, don’t you?”

Marcus grips the lead and holds me in place. Marcus thrusts quickly, screaming I fall forward, the collar pulling me back up and choking me as he moves quickly, his hips not stopping or slowing. My screams get louder as they both work together, my body beginning to crumble as I feel the orgasm ready to take control whether I let it or not. Screaming I try moving my arms, my legs trying to close to stop the orgasm. The earpiece being removed, my body ready for their words. “Does my little slut want to come?” Marcus’s voice pushes me closer to the limit, crying I nod, my body feeling like it is burning. The feel of the blade pushing against my back makes me scream, Jackson’s hands holding me s

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.