Marcus's grip tightened in Susan's hair, urging her to take more of him into her mouth. She gagged slightly as the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, but he didn't let up, forcing her to adjust to his girth. Her tongue swirled around him instinctively, her lips sealing tight as she sucked with a rhythm that made him groan deeply. She's better at this than I expected, he thought, his hips rocking slightly, thrusting into her mouth.
Susan's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. I hate this, she told herself, even as her body responded to the raw dominance of the man before her. Her nipples hardened. and she could feel the slickness between her thighs growing with every suck, every lick. She hated how good it felt to please him, how her own arousal spiked with every moan that escaped his lips.
"That's it, Susan," Marcus growled, his voice gravelly with pleasure. "Take it all. You're mine now."
Her eyes flickered up to meet his, and she saw the dark satisfaction there. It sent a shiver down her spine, but she didn't stop. Instead, she hollowed her cheeks, sucking him harder, her tongue sliding along the underside of his shaft. He let out a harsh curse, his hips bucking involuntarily as he fought the urge to come too soon.
When he finally pulled away, Susan gasped for air, her lips swollen and glistening. Marcus looked down at her, his chest heaving, a predatory grin on his face. "On your feet," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Susan obeyed, her legs trembling as she stood. He didn't give her time to recover, roughly turning her around and pressing her against the wall. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts. So firm, so perfect, he thought, squeezing them roughly, eliciting a soft whimper from her.
"You've been teasing me for months," he said, his breath hot against her ear. "Always strutting around like you're untouchable. But look at you now—soaked and shaking, just for me."
His words sent a fresh wave of heat through her body. She wanted to deny it, but the evidence was undeniable. Her panties were drenched, and she could feel her pulse throbbing between her legs. Marcus slid a hand down her stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of her skirt. He groaned when his fingers found her wetness, sliding easily through her folds.
"Fuck, Susan," he muttered, his fingers circling her clit with brutal precision. "You're dripping for me."
She bit her lip to stifle a moan, but it escaped anyway, high and desperate. His fingers moved faster, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her legs buckle. She braced herself against the wall, her hips rocking against his hand as pleasure built inside her.
"That's it," Marcus encouraged, his voice rough with desire. "Come for me, Susan. Let me feel you."
Her climax hit her like a freight train, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she cried out, her body trembling uncontrollably. Marcus didn't let up, working her through it until she was gasping for breath, her knees threatening to give out.
When she finally stilled, he withdrew his hand, bringing his fingers to his lips and licking them clean. "Delicious," he murmured, his eyes locked on hers. "But we're not done yet."
He spun her around again, yanking her skirt up and tearing her panties off in one swift motion. She gasped at the sudden exposure, but he didn't give her time to protest. In one fluid motion, he lifted her, pinning her against the wall with his body as he lined himself up with her entrance.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he growled, his cock pressing against her slick folds.
Susan shook her head, but the way she instinctively arched her hips betrayed her true feelings. Marcus chuckled darkly before thrusting into her in one hard stroke. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely.
"Fuck," he groaned, his head falling back as he savored the feeling of her tight heat around him. "You're so damn perfect."
He began to move, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into her. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, mingling with their ragged breaths and Susan's soft whimpers. Each thrust sent shocks of pleasure through her body, and despite herself, she found herself meeting his movements, urging him deeper.
Marcus gripped her hips tightly, his pace relentless as he pounded into her. "Look at me," he demanded, and Susan's eyes fluttered open to meet his intense gaze. "You're mine now. Say it."
She hesitated, but another deep thrust had the words spilling from her lips. "I'm yours," she gasped, her voice trembling with need.
"Good girl," he growled, slamming into her harder. His fingers found her clit again, rubbing in tight circles as he drove her toward another orgasm.
Susan's cries grew louder, her body coiling tight as pleasure built inside her once more. When she came this time, it was even more intense than before, her nails raking down Marcus's back as she screamed his name.
He followed shortly after, his thrusts becoming erratic as he buried himself deep inside her, spilling his release with a guttural groan. They stayed like that for a moment, both trembling with the aftershocks of their orgasms.
Finally, Marcus pulled out, lowering Susan to the ground. Her legs wobbled, and he steadied her with a hand on her waist. "Still think you hate me?" he asked, a smug smirk on his face.
Susan looked up at him, her mind still foggy with pleasure