He flipped me onto my side, one leg hooked over his arm, driving deeper from a new angle. His fingers found my c**t again, rubbing fast as he pounded.
'c*m for me,' he ordered, his voice rough. The command pushed me over, my p***y clenching around his c**k, orgasm ripping through me. I cried out, body shaking, waves of pleasure crashing. But he didn't stop, f*****g me through it, his dominance unyielding.
Marcus pulled out suddenly, flipping me onto my stomach again.
'Ass up,' he said, slapping my cheek lightly. I obeyed, presenting myself, p***y dripping. He entered me from behind, one hand fisting my hair, pulling my head back. The angle let him go even deeper, his balls slapping my c**t.
'You love this, don't you? Being taken like this.' His words hit my soul, affirming the passio
