Marcust Pick Up Line Novels & Stories

Marcos pov “Pick up, Mother.” I press the phone harder against my ear like that’s going to force her to answer. The fog sits heavy on the street, swallowing sound, swallowing movement, but my eyes stay locked on the townhouse across from me. The line keeps ringing, Once…Twice…Three times, nothing!!! My jaw tightens, I pull the phone away and stare at the screen, then dial again immediately. “Pick up.” My voice comes out lower this time, she knows the signal.

He walked back to his seat and put the phone which was ringing on loud loudspeaker. The phone kept ringing and went into voicemail. Marcus fixed his eyes on me. “Why is she not picking up my calls?” “I…she.. is currently not at home,” I answered. “I know, I have been monitoring you for days now!” He yelled. His voice made me flinch. He dialed the number again. She answered this time. Since the phone was still on speaker, we could all hear the sound of loud music blasting through the phone. This was a total mistake.

She said for the bodyguard to bring out his phone. She collects it dialing her mother's number while she cries. At the McCollum mansion, Gerald smiled at his wife who was preparing for bed, the heated moment still lingers in his head making him chuckle. “Why are still smiling?” Martha asked rubbing her hands and her neck when her phone began to ring. “Who’s this?” She asked looking at the unknown number. “Who’s that?” Gerald asked Martha who shrugged her shoulder. “ pick it up and put it on the loudspeaker,” he said for Martha to slide the green button and pick up the call then put it on the loudspeaker.

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He reached for his phone and dialed a number he had not used in years. He waited until the line connected. He spoke softly. He is back. A pause. Yes. He is exactly where you said he would be. Marcus’s eyes gleamed. And he is in love.

Marcus followed with a groan, flooding her, holding her there while it slipped down toward the sweats still trapped at her knees. He pulled out. Watched. Pushed it back in. Then the dead phone on the table lit. One bar. Then two. Home. Video request. Marcus stared at it. Sadie stared at him. He declined video. Answered audio. Sadie was still bent over the couch with his cum leaking out of her. “Hey,” Marcus said, voice almost even. “Signal’s been garbage.” His wife’s voice filled Cabin 9, warm, familiar, asking if he was eating, if the team was behaving, if he missed the dog.

Richard advised . “ Thank you …” My phone beeped and it was martins calling “ He is calling you, We should hurry back, I guess it’s time to leave now ,You should take the call too …” Richard suggested and I answered the phone call . “ What took you so long to take my call , What are you guys doing? Where are you guys? I will come and pick you up “ Martins blurted out immediately the call connected . “ We are on our way now … it was just a walk .. Byee” I said making moves to end the call .

She mumbled the minute she had the call picked. Silence! She waited yet nobody said anything, the other end was dead silent. "This is time to say something or I will hang up." Maria threatened, looking in the mirror. She grabbed another towel and wiped her wet hair, "who is this?" She repeated herself and again got silence as a response. Maria groaned, annoyed and made to hit the red button when a very deep male voice said, "Hello, Cup cake!" "Jake" Maria mumbled, nervously almost dropping the phone. The Hell?!

"Don't worry I will keep you busy" I said and knelt down and started to put my hair up. "Try to keep up". I said and winked at him. As soon as I tasted the glistening tip and he sighed loudly. "That felt so good,baby". The phone rang again, he answered it like it was a threat. “Speak!" I focused on his twitching member, loving the fullness in my mouth. “Let me introduce myself. I am Marcus. I called Charlotte a few minutes ago. Thought I’d reach out to you to put things straight”

But favors always came with a price — and this one might serve him well later. He tapped his fingers on the desk, thoughtful, then reached for his phone and called Serena, Julian’s stepmother. She picked up quickly, her tone breezy and amused. “Well, well. To what do I owe the pleasure?” The noise in the background suggested she was mid-conversation — someone pitching her something, probably another boutique. A moment later, the background chatter faded. “Just checking in,” Marcus said, voice calm. “Checking in?” She laughed softly.