Page 1 of Asphyxia
Chapter 1
Madison
“Youcangoharderthan that.” My voice was a breathless purr as I clung to the vanity, one hand wrapped over the edge and the other pressed against the mirror for leverage.
Heady moans from the both of us echoed throughout the bathroom.
I looked into the mirror, catching his baby blue eyes with mine, noticing the smirk of satisfaction on his face as he continued to pound into me from behind.
His hand reached around to play with my clit, and I arched my back, pressing my forehead into the counter and biting down on my bottom lip.
Fuck, he felt so good.
“M—more,” I whimpered, angling my hips for him to go deeper, my breaths shortening with every thrust.
He smacked my ass so hard the sting lingered, and a moan with his name broke through my lips.
“Marcus. Pl—ease.” I cried out as he smacked me a second and third time.
I loved it when he spanked me—the sting from his hand bled into pleasure that radiated through my body and down to my throbbing cunt.
“Let go then, kitten. Show me how you purr.” Marcus growled, thrusting harder into me and pinching my clit between his fingers, tugging on it slightly.
My cunt clenched around his cock as I came, both hands now gripping the vanity for dear life as my orgasm ripped through me.
Marcus drove into me one last time, my head nearly hitting the mirror as his cum burst from his cock deep inside of me. His sweat-drenched chest pressed into my back as I relaxed on the counter, catching my breath.
“How was that for you?” He murmured, pulling my hair to the side and sucking on my neck as he panted, my skin tingling from his gentle touch.
“I could go again if that’s what you’re asking.” I chuckled, tilting my head to meet his eyes in the mirror once again. “How about you?” I breathed, my eyes dropping to his lips in the reflection.
Marcus was a pretty boy to stare at, with his dark, unkempt hair, clean-shaven face, and perky nose.
“Fuck, I think I’m tapped out after three rounds already this morning. How can you still want more?” Marcus huffed insurprise, pressing his hands against the vanity on either side of me and pushing himself up.
I melted even further into the cold marble as he pulled his thick cock out from between my thighs, stepping away to grab a towel to clean himself off.
Pushing myself up to stand, I rested my hips against the counter, bending forward slightly to fix my black eyeliner. I had just finished applying my makeup and drying my hair when Marcus barged into the bathroom to have his way with me.
We were greedy for each other and have been since we met. I couldn’t get enough of him. He was so young and energetic. I loved fucking younger men; they always had the stamina to handle my needs.
“I always want more of you—” I turned, stepping into him while biting my lip as our noses barely touched. “Fill me up, baby boy.” I giggled before pressing a tender kiss to his lips, tapping his soft cheek lightly with my fingers, and exiting the bathroom.
Marcus adjusted himself into his jeans before following me into the bedroom, where I started pulling on my scrubs for work.
He leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom, his eyes raking up and down my body as I put my long, white blonde hair into a messy bun.
“Working late tonight?” He asked, licking his bottom lip before biting it when his eyes landed on my tits.
“ED shift, so yeah…” I responded as I looked down and noticed a blood stain on my top. Pulling it back over my head, I dropped it tothe floor before searching for a clean one to wear instead. “Don’t wait up for me tonight.”
“You know I’ll always wait for you, kitten.” He paused, considering his words, but I already knew what he was about to say before he opened his mouth again. “I’ve been waiting for you—”
“Can we not do this right now, Marcus? I’ve been over this with you; I’m not ready yet.” I sighed heavily, exhausted from being overworked and—as of recently—overfucked—courtesy of Marcus, but that part I thoroughly enjoyed.
My recent schedule change at the hospital had been crazy; late nights and early mornings left little time for me to sleep between shifts. Some days, I considered quitting and starting a new career.
The stress of it all had me craving sex like an addict, and Marcus had been the most convenient source of guilt-free fucking since we met at The Landing over six months ago. I never told Chyler or Alexis about him—he’s my dirty little secret—my guilty pleasure.
