Page 80 of Our Broken Pieces
“Look at me, princess.”
Chapter Fifty-Six
Marcus
She turns her face toward me slowly, her eyes hazy, cheeks flushed, and her chest rising and falling rapidly. Tear tracks stain her skin, and the sight hardens me instantly. I’ve often experienced dacryphilia, but I’ve never felt it as strongly as I do at this moment. Seeing her cry like this, not from sadness or fear, but from the overwhelming mix of pleasure and pain, drives me wild. It’s raw, unguarded, and breathtaking.
“Fuck, princess. You’re so beautiful when you cry.” I brush a strand of hair behind her ear, and she leans into my touch, so trusting, so vulnerable.
“On your back. Now.”
As I strip down, my hand wraps around my throbbing cock. She shifts on the bed beneath me, her body trembling with need.“How do you feel right now?” I ask, needing to hear it, needing to make sure she’s still with me.
“I want to come. I want you inside me. I feel… everything.”
“No need for your safe words?”
“No. Please, Marcus.” Her voice is thick with desperation, her body writhing beneath me. “I need you.”
“I’m right here, Gigi.” I drag my cock up and down her pussy, sliding with ease. “Already soaked for me, aren’t you, princess? Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.” She looks down, watching my dick move against her. “God, Marcus, I’m scared of how big you are.”
“We’ll make it fit. Just breathe.” With that, I grip my dick and slowly slide in, her wet warmth surrounding me.
“Oh my God.” Her eyes close and her hands grasp my waist.
I start moving, pushing deeper with each stroke. My eyes squeeze shut with how tight she is, how her pussy feels like it’s molded to my cock. “Goddamn it, Gigi, your cunt is fucking perfect.”
“Deeper, Marcus, please.”
I lower to my elbows and thrust balls-deep into her. I bury my face in her neck, breathing her in as I suck and nip at the delicate skin. The sounds coming from her lips drive me harder, making me sink my teeth deeper. I don’t care if I leave marks. She’s mine from this moment on.
I press back up to my hands, looking down at her. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes dark green. “Whose pussy is this, Gigi?”
“Are you claiming me, Marcus?”
I gently slap the side of her breast, her eyes open wide.
“Answer me. Whose.”
Thrust.
“Pussy.”
Thrust.
“Is this?”
Her nails scrape the skin of my biceps. Her eyes focus on mine. “Yours. Fuck, Marcus, it’s yours.”
“Remember that, princess, because once I paint the walls of this cunt with my cum, your body is mine.”
“Yes, Charming, take it.” She pants. “God, I’m going to come, keep going.”
I angle my hips and drive into her at an intense pace. I feel her tighten around me, drenching my dick. With the sensation, I feel my muscles tense.
“Come with me, Gigi. Fuck, come with me, please.”
