Chapter 2: Chapter 2
The leather creaked softly beneath us, the rhythm of our bodies a symphony of skin against skin, a chorus of moans and gasps that echoed through the dimly lit penthouse. Marcus's cock pounded into me, his hips slapping against my ass, the sound filling the room like a primal drumbeat. My body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation, every muscle taut with the effort of meeting his thrusts.
I could feel the sweat beading on my skin, my hair plastered to my forehead, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
Each thrust of Marcus's cock sent shockwaves of pleasure through me, my body trembling with the force of his assault. His fingers dug into my hips, leaving bruises that I knew would be there for days, marks of his possession, his control.
"You're mine, Amelia," he growled, his voice harsh and possessive. "Every inch of you. Every fucking part."
I cried out in agreement, my voice a hoarse scream. "Yes, Marcus! Yes, I'm yours!"
He leaned forward, his chest pressing against my back, his hot breath against my ear. "Say it, baby. Say you're my little slut.
Say you're my dirty little whore who loves to be used," Marcus demanded, his voice a harsh whisper as he pounded into me. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, growing impossibly harder, impossibly thicker. The friction was electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
"I'm your little slut, Marcus," I moaned, the words tumbling from my lips like a confession. "I'm your dirty little whore. I love it when you use me.
Fuck your little slut," I begged, my voice raw and desperate, my body writhing against his.
Marcus groaned, his hips snapping against mine with even more force, his cock driving deeper into me with each brutal thrust. Beg for it. Beg for my cock," he growled, his voice laced with dark pleasure.
The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, a filthy symphony that only served to heighten my arousal. I could feel my orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure in my lower belly, ready to snap.
"Please, Marcus.
Please, fuck my little cunt. I need it. I need your cock," I begged, my voice hoarse with desire, my body writhing beneath him.
Marcus let out a primal growl, his hips snapping against mine as he pounded into me with an intensity that left me breathless. The room filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together, our moans and gasps mingling with the obscene squelching of my pussy as it clenched around his cock. Take it like the dirty little slut you are," Marcus grunted, his fingers digging into my hips, his grip bruising.