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Forbidden Drip (2)

Forbidden Drip (2)

Elena’s POV

Marcus didn’t waste another second. He hooked my legs over his strong arms and spread me wide open on the workbench. The thick head of his c**k nudged against my entrance again, still slick from my orgasm. With one smooth thrust he buried himself back inside me, stretching my sensitive walls until I felt completely full.

I gasped sharply, my back arching off the rough wood. He felt even bigger in this position, pressing deep into places that made my toes curl. Marcus started moving immediately, f*****g me with long, powerful strokes that made my breasts bounce inside the thin sundress. Each thrust pushed a wet, filthy sound from my body as his heavy c**k plunged into my soaked p***y.

“God, you’re tight,” he groaned, his eyes fixed on where we were joined. “Look at how your cunt swallows every inch.”

I moaned loudly, my hands gripping the edges of the workbench for support. The angle let him hit the perfect spot deep inside me with every stroke. Pleasure rolled through my body in hot waves. I could feel another orgasm building already, fast and unstoppable.

Marcus leaned down, his mouth finding my neck. He sucked and bit the sensitive skin while his hips kept slamming against me. His balls slapped rhythmically against my ass, the sound echoing through the quiet garage. I wrapped my legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper, desperate for more.

“Harder,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Please… f**k me harder.”

He gave me exactly what I asked for. His thrusts turned brutal, pounding into me with raw force. The workbench made sounds beneath us as it creaked. My moans turned into sharp cries as he drove deeper than before, the head of his c**k kissing my cervix with every stroke. Sweat glistened on his chest and arms as he used my body to work off my debt.

Suddenly he pulled out completely, leaving me empty and whimpering and before I could protest, he flipped me onto my stomach again and yanked my hips up high. My ass was raised, p***y and tight little hole completely exposed to him.

I felt the blunt pressure of his c**k against my ass. He rubbed the thick head in slow circles, spreading my own wetness over my tight ring.

“You’re going to take it here too,” he said, his voice dark and rough. “Every hole pays tonight.”

He pushed forward slowly. The stretch burned in the most delicious way as his thick c**k breached my tight asshole. Inch by inch he sank into me until his hips pressed flush against my ass cheeks. The fullness was overwhelming — dark, forbidden, and so intense I could barely breathe.

Marcus stayed still for a moment, letting me adjust to his size. Then he started moving in slow deep strokes at first that gradually grew faster and harder. The sensation was completely different from my p***y , it was tighter, darker and more wicked. Every thrust sent sparks of pleasure mixed with the sharp stretch.

“f**k, your ass feels incredible,” he groaned, gripping my hips tightly. “So hot and tight around my cock.”

He found my c**t again, rubbing it with firm fingers while he f****d my ass with steady, powerful strokes. The dual sensation pushed me toward the edge faster than I expected. My moans grew louder, turning into desperate pleas.

Marcus slapped my ass hard, the sting blooming into heat. “Come with my c**k buried in your ass,” he ordered. “Show me how much you love paying your rent like this.”

The dirty words sent me flying. My orgasm exploded through me with shocking force. I cried out, my body shaking violently as my p***y gushed and my asshole clenched rhythmically around his thick shaft. Waves of intense pleasure rolled through every nerve.m as marcus kept thrusting through it all, f*****g my spasming ass while I fell apart beneath him.

When my climax finally started to fade, he pulled out with a wet sound. He flipped me onto my back once more and climbed onto the workbench, straddling my chest. His heavy c**k hovered above my face, glistening with my juices.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded.

I parted my lips eagerly. Marcus stroked his thick shaft twice before thick ropes of hot c*m erupted across my tongue, my cheeks, and my breasts. I swallowed what landed in my mouth, moaning at the salty, masculine taste. He kept stroking until every drop had painted my skin.

Marcus looked down at me, my dress still pushed up around my waist, face and t**s covered in his c*m, p***y and ass still pulsing from being thoroughly used.

He ran a thumb across my lower lip, smearing a streak of his release. “Rent’s covered for this month,” he said, breathing hard. “But next month the price goes up and you’re going to pay it with interest.”

I looked up at him, c*m dripping from my chin, body still trembling with aftershocks, and smiled.

“I’ll be here,” I whispered. “Ready to pay whatever you ask.”

Marcus helped me sit up, his hand gentle on my back now that the intensity had passed. But the dangerous hunger in his eyes told me this arrangement was far from over and deep down, I didn’t want it to be.