Adrienne
Marcus had been at my house for three straight days.
We barely left the bedroom except when he dragged me to the kitchen to “feed me properly.” Right now, I was bent over the dining table with my robe around my waist while he f****d me slow and deep from behind.
“Marcus… f**k,” I moaned, gripping the edge of the table. “You’re going to ruin me for any other man.”
He gripped my hips tighter and thrust harder. “That’s the plan, Adrienne. This p***y is mine now.”
I pushed back against him, smiling even as I moaned. “So possessive for a man who was supposed to leave after one night.”
He leaned over me, chest against my back, and bit my shoulder. “You’re the one who kept begging me to stay. ‘One more round, Chef. Make me breakfast naked. f**k me in the shower.’”
I laughed breat
