Page 14 of Dangerous Allure
He sucks harder, pulling me under, and I can’t hold back any longer. “Yes, oh God, yes. Please, please, please.”
“Not without me.” He pulls away, and before I can even register the loss, he’s thrusting his cock deep inside me. Thefullness is overwhelming, stretching me to the brink as he rides me on the counter, his hands grabbing at my breasts, his thumbs flicking over my nipples. His dark hair falls over his forehead, his eyes closed in pleasure, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
“God, Marcus,” I moan, his name a prayer on my lips as an orgasm rips through me, every nerve firing in perfect harmony. He continues to fuck me, his hands gripping my thick thighs as he pulls me up onto his waist, carrying me to the small chair that sits in the corner.
He spins me around, bending me over the arm. “Ass in the air, sunshine. I’m about to make this pussy really purr.” The smack of his hand on my cheek makes me jump, a fresh wave of arousal pooling between my legs. He slides a palm up my spine, feeling every ridge, pushing me down over the arm, leaving me wide open to him. “Mmm, love my pretty pussy. My gorgeous, future wife.”
His fingers slide through my slickness before thrusting back inside me, his hands gripping my hips as he pounds into me, hitting deep, nearly painfully.
“Mm, I want this ass,” he purrs, his finger teasing my back entrance. “So fucking wet, I don't even need lube,” he growls, sliding his finger inside and causing me to moan. It's so wrong but feels so good. “Feels so fucking tight when I'm inside you from both ends,” he grunts, thrusting in and out of my pussy while fingering my ass.
“I can't take it anymore,” I groan.
“Sure you can. Feel it. Feel me taking you. Owning this sweet body. This pussy, this ass,” he says, punctuating each word with a thrust. “It's mine. No one's been here but me.” He removes his finger and teases the head of his cock at my other hole. “Gonna take you here, sunshine. Are you ready?” I half-moan, half-beg as nerves flutter through my stomach. His cock is thick and hard as steel, how will it fit? But the memory of his fingers filling mefrom both ends sends pleasurable shivers through me and I give in.
Slowly he presses against my back entrance, taking his time before pushing inside and causing a mix of pain and pleasure to shoot through my body. “Do you want me to stop?” he asks, running his hands over my body and sending shivers down my spine. “Should we wait until we can get some lubrication?”
"No, I...it hurts, but I like it..." I say as he tightens his grip around my waist.
"Fuck... yes... fuck me, baby," he murmurs as his hands caress and knead my backside. "So hot and tight for my cock." His words make me dizzy with desire as he slowly breaches the muscle and fills me completely. Pleasure spreads through me, surrendering to him and his sweet intrusion into my forbidden entrance.
"Fuck, babe," he grunts as I feel him pushing into me, his hands gripping my skin tightly. "You're so tight and perfect," he moans, slowly thrusting in and out of me while massaging my ass cheeks. I can't help but throw my head back in pleasure, the combination of pain and ecstasy overwhelming me. "Tell me how much you want me," he demands, his grip on me tightening as he picks up speed.
"Please, harder, faster," I gasp, my body craving release from his touch.
"I can't get enough of you," he growls, one arm wrapped around me while his other hand works its magic on my clit. I cry out as waves of pleasure wash over me, my body going limp against him. He supports my weight as we both reach our climax, his movements slowing before coming to a stop. We collapse onto the chair together, his arms and hands caressing my skin.
"Nothing beats holding you after making love to you like an animal," he whispers into my ear before gently pulling out of me.He carries me to the small bathtub and starts running hot water for us to soak in.
"I'll make dinner while you relax," he tells me with a loving smile before leaving me to soak in blissful contentment. I’ve never been so thoroughly worked over, and I’m deliciously glad for it. Marcus owns me now. In every single way. Whether I like it or not, he’s taken me to places I never imagined, and I’ve loved every second.
“I don’t think I can eat after that,” I say with a gulp as he settles me into the hot water, dropping in a fizzing bath bomb.
“I’ll feed you,” he replies, kissing my lips, his hands caressing my skin and easing away any lingering soreness. “Watching you eat is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and I want you to do it as much as possible. I want you healthy and ready to have my baby.” His palms glide over my hips, pulling me closer with slow, deliberate movements. “And then I plan to eat you as much as possible. I hope you’re ready.”
I bite my lower lip, unable to suppress the broad smile stretching across my face. “I think I was born ready to be yours.”
He grins, tapping my lips lightly before rubbing them with a reverence that sends warmth through me. “I know you were.”
Chapter Eleven
Marcus
The main stage is vibrant with lights and decorations a few nights later, the air thick with the lingering energy of the audience’s applause. Clara and I stand to the side, our hands intertwined, feeling the weight of the moment. The final act concludes, the performers taking their bows as the crowd roars with approval.
Dante steps forward, his presence commanding immediate attention. He raises his hands, calling for silence. The performers and audience turn their focus to him, anticipation buzzing in the air. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Dante begins, his voice booming with pride, “tonight, we witnessed a performance unlike any other. The chemistry and talent displayed by Clara and Marcus have set a new standard for our circus. Theirs is a new act, one they’ve only been performing for a few nights, they were incredible, right?”
He gestures towards us, and the crowd erupts into applause once again, their excitement almost tangible. Clara squeezes my hand, drawing strength from my steady presence. I glance at her, seeing the mix of pride, excitement, and a hint of nervousness in her eyes.
Dante continues, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “It is with great honor that I declare Clara and Marcus our new starring act. Their unique bond and profound impact on all of us are undeniable.”
The applause swells, a wave of sound that crashes over us. I feel a rush of emotions, the reality of our achievement sinking in. We’ve worked so hard for this, and now, we’re being recognized in the most public way possible. Clara’s eyes shine with unshed tears, and I give her hand another reassuring squeeze.
As Dante wraps up his speech, the performers begin to filter off the stage, the celebration already beginning. The circus grounds are alive with activity, performers and crew members congratulating us, their praise heartfelt and enthusiastic. The energy is infectious, but I can see Clara still reeling from the intensity of the experience.
Clara finds a quiet corner backstage, needing a moment to catch her breath. I follow her, my eyes filled with concern and love. I gently take her hands, pulling her close. “Clara, you were incredible tonight. Like every night,” I say, my voice soft but firm. “I know this is a lot to take in, but you need to know how amazing you are.”
She looks up at me, her eyes filled with uncertainty and lingering nerves. “It’s just… so overwhelming. I never imagined we’d come this far.”
