Chapter 2
Marcus remained buried inside her, already thickening again. The residual heat of his first climax still slicked her inner walls, and every subtle shift of his hips sent another thick pulse of come sliding down the crease of her ass. Elena’s thighs trembled where they straddled him. Sweat cooled on her spine. The storm outside had intensified; rain struck the glass in continuous sheets while distant lightning flickered across their bodies.
He did not give her time to recover.
One large hand fisted in her hair and pulled her head back. The other gripped her hip hard enough to leave fresh marks. “Up,” he ordered. “I want that mouth.”
Elena rose on shaky legs. His cock slipped free with a wet sound, heavy and glistening. She dropped to her knees between his spread thighs on the couch. The marble floor was cold against her bare skin. Marcus held his shaft at the base and tapped the swollen head against her lips.
“Open.”
She did. He pushed forward at once, filling her mouth in one long stroke until the head nudged the back of her throat. Elena gagged once, eyes watering, then forced herself to take more. Marcus groaned low in his chest and began to fuck her face with short, controlled thrusts. Saliva ran down her chin and dripped onto her bare breasts. He kept one hand locked in her hair, guiding the pace, while the other reached down to pinch and roll a nipple.
“Look at you,” he rasped. “Choking on it like you were built for this. Throat open, eyes wet. Take it deeper.”
Elena hollowed her cheeks and pushed forward until her nose pressed against his abdomen. The thick vein along the underside pulsed against her tongue. Marcus held her there for several heartbeats, letting her struggle and swallow around him, before he released the pressure. She pulled back with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock. He gave her only a second before driving back in.
He fucked her mouth with increasing force, hips rolling, the wet sounds of her throat working around him loud even over the storm. When she reached up to cup his heavy balls, he growled approval and thrust harder. Elena’s jaw ached. Tears tracked down her cheeks. Still she took every inch he gave her, tongue swirling, throat relaxing, until he abruptly pulled free.
“Enough.” His voice was rough. “On your hands and knees. Ass up.”
She obeyed at once, crawling onto the wide couch and presenting herself. Marcus knelt behind her, spread her cheeks with both hands, and spat directly onto her swollen cunt. The warm wetness slid down over her clit. He rubbed the head of his cock through the mess of spit and earlier come, then slammed home in one brutal stroke.
Elena cried out. The angle was deeper than before. He set a punishing rhythm immediately—long, hard thrusts that forced her forward with each impact. The couch creaked. Her breasts swung beneath her. Marcus reached around and found her clit again, rubbing it in tight, merciless circles while he pounded into her.
“You’re still so fucking tight,” he snarled. “Even after I filled you. This cunt doesn’t know how to quit.”
He pulled out suddenly, leaving her empty and clenching. Before she could protest he pressed the slick head lower, against the tighter ring of her ass. Elena tensed. Marcus leaned over her back, one hand still working her clit, and spoke against her ear.
“Relax. You’re going to take me here too. Every inch.”
He pushed. The initial stretch burned. Elena’s fingers dug into the cushions. Marcus worked the head past the resistance with steady pressure, then paused, letting her adjust while his fingers continued their relentless circles on her clit. The dual sensation—pain edged with sharp pleasure—made her moan helplessly.
“That’s it. Open for me.” He sank deeper in slow increments until he was fully seated. The fullness was overwhelming. Elena’s breath came in short, broken pants. Marcus stayed still for a moment, then began to move—short, grinding strokes that gradually lengthened into deep, steady fucking.
“Fuck, look at this,” he muttered. “My cock buried in your ass while your cunt drips all over the couch. Filthy.”
He increased the pace. One hand stayed on her clit; the other gripped her shoulder for leverage. Every thrust drove her forward. Elena pushed back to meet him, chasing the building pressure. When he slapped her ass hard enough to leave a bright handprint, the sting shot straight to her core. She came with a choked cry, inner muscles clamping around the thick intrusion in her ass. Marcus groaned and fucked her through it, never slowing.
As the last tremors faded he pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and shoved her thighs wide. He drove back into her cunt without warning, the change in tightness making them both hiss. Come and spit made the slide filthy and loud. Marcus braced himself over her and pounded hard, the slap of skin against skin rapid and wet. Elena’s nails raked down his back. He bit her lower lip, then her throat, leaving a fresh mark.
“Come again,” he demanded. “Now. All over my cock.”
His thumb found her clit and rubbed with brutal precision. Elena shattered a second time, harder than the first. Her walls pulsed and milked him. Marcus held deep and followed her over the edge, flooding her with another thick load. He stayed buried, grinding through the final spurts until the last drop was spent.
They collapsed together, chests heaving. Outside, lightning split the sky. Marcus’s cock twitched inside her once more, still half-hard.
“Bathroom,” he said after a long minute. “I’m not finished with any of these holes.”
Elena’s answer was a low, wordless sound of agreement as he lifted her and carried her toward the master suite, their combined mess already sliding down her thighs.