Page 106 of Marcus: Sins of the Father

She moans, her head dropping.

Blood rushes to my dick, and it stands at attention. My thumbs brush over her hard nipples, strumming back and forth, and she moans again. I lean forward and nuzzle her ear, shushing her as I pinch and tug at them.

Her breath quickens, and she wiggles, silently begging for more. Trailing a hot, wet path to where her throat meets her shoulder, I can’t resist biting as I pinch down with my fingertips.

She moans louder, and it’s such a fucking hot and sexy sound, I could listen to it all night

I release her nipples and move my hand between her legs to swirl my fingers around the opening of her pussy. “Such a good girl. My baby is dripping wet for me, isn’t she?”

Her body quivers as she stays where I put her but peers over her shoulder, watching and waiting. The heat in her half-lidded gaze has my dick bobbing again.

I kneel on the floor and press kiss after kiss up her thighs, slowly alternating from one side to the other, dragging out the anticipation while rubbing my beard along her skin.

She curls her fingers, fisting the sheets tight but staying right where I put her.

I like how I’m getting to her; I like how her thighs quiver, her breathing accelerates, her hips writhe, and that pretty pussy waits for whatever I want to give it.

I slide my palms up her thighs until my thumbs hover over her pussy lips.

She whimpers as I brush the pads over her. That first barely-there touch has her jumping in response.

My thumbs stroke her slowly, over and over, and I watch her flood in response. Drawing small circles, I take my time, until she’s soaked and shaking from my caresses.

“My beautiful, sweet Brandy. You’re so damn wet for me.”

“Marcus, please—”

“Shh, baby. You’ll wait as long as I want, or I’ll spank that pretty ass of yours.”

She stutters in a ragged breath and writhes but stays quiet.

“Good girl,” I say in a low growl. “You deserve a reward.” I dip my head and press the flat of my tongue in a long, slow swipe along her clit.

She moans, but stays there, so open for me, so vulnerable. That’s how I want her.

I dip my head again and lap, my tongue teasing her clit stroke after stroke, then delving inside her pussy and taking that wetness and coating her clit with it. It glistens and stands out like a tight nub from her swollen pussy lips. I like it wet like that, and I plan to keep it that way all night.

I brush my beard over her, and she stutters in a breath.

I sink two fingers inside and search for her g-spot. She’s tight and wet and hot as fuck. I find it, and she bucks. Damn, if that doesn’t fire me up.

I fuck her with my fingers, my thumb not letting up on her clit. Her ass presses back to meet each thrust, eager for more, and I give it to her.

She’s getting close to orgasm, and her movements become more frantic, urgent, and desperate. Her breath pants in and out. “Please, Marcus. Fuck me.”

I take my hard cock in my hand and stroke it, base to tip, twisting at the head. At the same time, I rub my other hand over her soft, lush ass cheek. “You’ve got a pretty ass, baby.” Then I smack it. “But a bad girl gets her pretty ass smacked when she doesn’t listen.”

She yelps but pushes her ass up higher, and I smile, giving her another one.

“You like that, baby?”

She groans and nods as I smack her cheek again, watching it jiggle so pretty as that soft skin begins to pink. My eyes trail down to her pussy, and it’s drenched from her arousal.

“So insatiable. Such a naughty girl I’ve got on my hands. What am I going to do with her?”

Coming to my feet, I bring the head of my cock to her opening and circle it, teasing and tormenting her, making her wait until she drops her head, whimpering.

“Tell me you want me.”

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