Marcus Scribner Nude Novels & Stories

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.

“You’re never going back to God. This body is mine now.” Marcus didn’t slow down. He kept Claire pinned in the mating press, her thick thighs folded back against her soft breasts, her habit bunched uselessly around her waist. His massive cock slammed into her soaked pussy with deep, punishing strokes, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing obscenely in the tiny convent cell. “Fuck—look at you,” he growled, sweat glistening on his scarred chest. “Legs spread wide for a convict in your own bed. That tight little nun cunt is creaming all over my cock like it was made for sin.”

He grinned at me and sauntered over, a drink in hand. “Finally, man,” Marcus said, clapping me on the back. “I don’t understand your celibacy era, but it’s about time you got back in the game.” I forced a laugh, even though my insides twisted. “Says the man without a wife or girlfriend.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, but you’re not me. Seriously though, Sabrina looks good on your arm. You two make a good match.” I nodded, trying to ignore the tightening in my chest. I didn’t need Marcus’s approval. I needed to get through this night without falling apart.

Marcus stood at the foot of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, revealing that sculpted chest, the trail of dark hair leading down to the massive bulge in his jeans. “On your back,” he ordered. “Legs up. Show me that pretty pink hole.” I obeyed instantly, knees to my chest, reaching down to spread myself open for him. The cool air hit my rim and I shivered. Marcus’s eyes darkened. He dropped his jeans and boxers, and there it was—his cock, heavy and thick, already dripping pre-cum from the slit. He stroked it once, slow, smearing the wetness.

“Let’s give them a show.” He yanked the lingerie top down, exposing my breasts. The crowd murmured approval as he cupped them, his thumbs brushing my nipples. Adrian stepped closer, tugging my bottoms off, leaving me bare, chained and vulnerable. “Spread your legs.” I shifted my feet apart, trembling. Marcus’s hand dipped between my thighs. “She’s soaked already,” he said, loud enough for the room to hear. “Pathetic,” Adrian muttered, but his eyes gleamed. He unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it aside. “You want this, don’t you?”

I look over to Marcus, who is unzipping his pants, and he shrugs his shoulders as if to say what am I supposed to do? I moan and grip the sheets as Nathan makes me feel so good. His tongue rubs against all the sensitive parts of my length while Marcus openly strokes himself. Everyone says I'm the horny one but Marcus is even worse than I am! I writhe and try to move my hips to make Nathan suck faster but he holds my hips to the bed tighter. I put my hands on Nathan's head but Marcus comes over and holds my wrists together. He kneels beside my head so I take the hint and start sucking his erect member. I try to pull my hands out of his grip so I can touch him but he holds on tighter and gives

I had to cover my mouth with my hand to stifle a moan. Marcus didn’t stop. He kept fucking me in slow, powerful strokes while pretending to scroll through my essay on the screen. His other hand slid down my stomach — still mostly flat, but already carrying his secret — and moved lower. I gasped when I felt two thick fingers press against my asshole. “Uncle Marcus…” I breathed in warning. “Shhh. Keep writing, baby.”

Now she was in a train bathroom letting a stranger do whatever he wanted to her. Marcus pulled her skirt down and off. She stood there completely naked except for her shoes. He looked at her curvy body with hunger. "You are gorgeous. So thick and soft. I am going to ruin you for other men. After tonight, no one will ever fuck you as good as I do."

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.