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mark is aware of the desire you have for something more than sweet and soft kisses, something more than the slow strokes of nights passed, something that lays hidden in him, too afraid to be shown for fear that he’d go too far, that he wouldn’t be able to stop until he’d laid claim to your body in a way that lovemaking just couldn’t do.
so when he says no, it doesn’t come as a surprise. you’re understanding. you know where he's coming from, honestly. you’ve been there, know how it feels to look at someone and feel foggy, like you won’t be satisfied until you’ve had all of them, devoured them until you’d had your fill. but you also know that you want that from him, want him to take what he wants, needs, from your body and leave you ravaged. you trust him to do exactly that and not go too far, not breach your boundaries. and you think you have a way to make him snap.
sleep doesn’t come easy that night, slight frustration overtaking your thoughts, but you stay understanding. mark can’t sleep either, mind plagued with a back and forth. he knows you want it, want that primal side of him to be let free, to be allowed to run wild. and god, does he want it too. but he’s so scared, too afraid to go too far to even touch you.
you go to bed that night, slightly frustrated at mark’s refusal to touch you, but understanding all the same. mark, on the other hand, can’t sleep. his mind is plagued with a back and forth. he knows you want it, and he wants it too. but he doesn’t want to hurt you. he loves your body, always has, always will, and has dreams of seeing you completely at his mercy. but he doesn’t want to see you that way, afraid he’ll go too wild if you let him have you like that. he falls asleep, still playing a mental tug-of-war with himself.
“i know you like just what you see when i walk by
you take your time and you travel my world with that look in your eyes”
when he wakes up the next morning, he has no idea what he’s in for. bless his poor heart, you’ve been teasing him all day. from the moment you woke up, you were plotting, planning ways to get him to just give in. you hop in the shower first while he makes breakfast, bringing it back to your bedroom.
usually, you’d wrap yourself in a robe after getting out of the shower and eating breakfast. today, though, you walk into the room fully unclothed, body shining with the remnants of your bath, water droplets falling down your skin.
he takes notice immediately, though he tries to hide it. he remembers last night’s conversation, and he thinks he knows what you’re up to. he tries to pay you no mind, but he can’t help but sneak peeks at the way you dry off, making a show of bending over and displaying yourself to him while he makes a show as well, purposely turning away, focusing on his food as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world. you both keep up small talk, though it’s overlaced with tension that couldn’t even be cut with a knife.
he doesn’t break though, and you get dressed with an internal sigh, but you’re not stopping here. you want him, and today you’re going to get him, no matter what it takes.
later, while you two are making lunch, you’re at it again, much to his dismay. it’s already been hard enough for him to keep his eyes and hands off of you, with the tiny little shorts and almost see-through shirt you throw on after your shower making you all the more tempting. he’s by no means a horn-dog, but he loves your body, and the way you know just how to make it look so inviting. from the endless bending over to get things that were obviously accessible without needing to lean, to the “accidental” brushing up against him, to the way you so shamelessly eye him, he’s struggling. you’re so damn beautiful, and he’s so close to bending you over the counter and taking you right there.
and you know it. you can see, damn near feel his desire radiating off of him, eyes tracking your every move. you feel his eyes on you when you bend over. you feel the way his body tenses up when you brush against him. and you see the way his eyes flit to yours when he catches you eyeing him. he wants you so bad, and you can tell. he’s so close.
when you spill your leftover drink on yourself while taking your plate to the kitchen after lunch, he thinks nothing of it. he continues the show you both were watching, scrolling on his phone as well. the want from earlier has almost worn off, and he thinks you’re done with your antics. how could he have been so wrong.
and now, when you walk past him in nothing but his shirt and a skimpy pair of panties, he cracks even more than he already has. your body has always been so damn beautiful to him. the roundness of your tits, the bounce of your ass, the thickness of your thighs and the thought of what lies between them, he’s addicted. and right now, with you doing everything in your power to get him to ruin you, they all bring him a step closer to it.
he’s bound to crack soon, you think to yourself. you can see the way he looks you up and down, eyes hooded, tongue poking out to wet his lips. but still, he hesitates. he doesn’t let go the way he so very badly wants to. but he can feel his control getting foggy around the edges. he doesn’t know if he can last much longer.
"your smile is like the first rain out of the summertime
your soul is kind
my, my, my”
you walk over to him on the couch, taking up the space beside him. you can’t help but notice the way he tries to keep his composure, smiling at you with his cute little grin, trying desperately to maintain an air of unbotheredness. you love this side of him, the gentleman who holds open doors, who gives you his jacket, who pulls your chair out for you. but you know he has it in him. it’s so obvious that he wants to wreck you. but even now, though you can see his desire swirling right under his skin, begging to be let go, he holds himself back. he can’t hold back forever though; and you know it. he just needs a little more. just a little.
“you know that i love our long nights
you're starin' in my pretty brown eyes
and i can see you bein' polite
but come on baby, take a long bite, bite”
he tenses up when he feels your hand trailing up his thigh, fingertips grazing lightly, stopping at the hem of his basketball shorts. you think about slipping your hand underneath the fabric, but you’re stopped when he calls your name.
“yes, markie?” you answer as innocently as you can, though your hand is so close to his hard-on. he’s entranced, confused at the way you can talk like this while you’re touching him like that. he wants to move your hand away, to get up and move somewhere else in the house like he's done in the past when you’ve gotten like this, but he can’t. he’s stuck. you’ve almost got him.
“what are you doing?” he asks shakily, eyes not leaving your hand, and you grin internally at the way he’s obviously so very affected. you’re not going to lie to him. you move your hand ever higher, fingers brushing over his cock, separated by nothing but the thin layer of cloth of his basketball shorts, noticing the twitch of his leg and the hitch of his breath, and answer him again. “i just want you to take me like you want to, mark. you keep trying to be nice but i don’t want nice, i want you to use me like a toy. i can take it. i want it so bad.”
he’s stunned at your response, not knowing what to say. you’ve never explained that much, told him you could take it, said things like that. he breaks even more with your words, mind getting even foggier with every sentence you utter.
you can see your words turning his mind into air, and you swear you feel him harden under your touch. and then he’s standing up, walking away into the kitchen, and you’re left wondering if you’re going to be able to get him to give in today.
you’re not giving up, you decide. one last try, and then maybe you’ll try again later. but you’re gonna try one more time.
“mark.” you call out, following him into the kitchen. he’s hidden by the refrigerator door, rumbling around in the fridge, looking for something, anything to distract him from you. he’s so close. you’ve got him, and he knows it. he just hopes he can distract himself long enough to get away from you and your siren-like advances, your words that loosen his hold on his own brain and tighten yours. he grabs the pitcher of lemonade, reaches into the cabinet for a cup, hoping getting a drink of something will clear the blurriness in his mind. you have a grip on him today and he’s not sure he can shake it. but he still doesn’t want to hurt you.
"you're fallin' for me, baby
i know i make you crazy”
he hears you talking through a muddle of thoughts in his mind, your words adding more fuel to the fuzzy fire.
“come on mark, please. i want you to take me so bad, make me yours, make me dirty.”
“like when the clouds are hazy you like to smell my daisies”
he’s almost gotten to this point before, and his brain felt just like it does now. and that’s why he doesn’t want to go there again, because he liked how it felt. and he knows, he knows that if he goes there again he’s not stopping until he’s had his fill. and that’s what he’s afraid of. and he knows he might be too far gone this time.
"i can see that you wanna up
i smell on your cologne”
“come on baby, don’t you wanna see me bent over for you? i’d be so wet and so tight around your cock. i’d do whatever you told me, take whatever you gave me, i’d be such a good girl for you.” you pour every ounce of pleading and begging and seductiveness into that last try, staring him dead in his eyes, ones that flit from your face, to your lips, to your exposed chest and thighs, and finally to the wall behind you, but never once meet your gaze. because he know if he looks you in your eyes he’s done for. but something in him doesn’t even care.
mark doesn’t respond. and with that, you give up. maybe next time, you think. you give him one last look before turning around and leaving the kitchen, embarrassment creeping up on you as you process what you’ve just done. your mind races as you think about exactly how you’re going to face your husband after this ordeal, scenes of the confrontation afterwards playing through your mind.
mark stands in the kitchen, breath shaky, mind hazy, body aching in want. no matter how much he drinks he still can’t help the dryness of his throat, calm the beating of his heart. for so long he’s been afraid of reaching this point, scared of what he would do if he got this far gone. but when you beg so earnestly, and tease so menacingly, how could he resist? and that’s when his brain clears just enough to know that he’s done. today’s the day you’re both going to get what you’ve wanted for so long. you’ve made his mind too hazy to think straight.
and before you both know it, you hear a growl rip straight from his chest and he’s dropping the glass in his hand, snatching you out of your thoughts, bounding across the living room and clearing it in three steps.
“be tough now don't be lazy”
and then his hand is in your hair, yanking you so hard you would have fallen without the couch to catch you, and you’re bent over on display for him with your shirt flipped over your ass, mark’s hard-on pressed directly into it.
“come love me like you hate me”
“god, you’re such a little tease. prancing your pretty ass around here in this little pair of panties.” he says through gritted teeth, snapping the waistband against your skin, growling when you whine. “you want me to be mean, baby? want me to slut you out, yeah?”
you’re still stunned, even though you brought this upon yourself, so you don’t answer. “i asked you a fucking question.” mark grits out through clenched teeth, yanking your hair again and bringing his mouth to your ear. “you did all this, and now that you got what you wanted, you’re frozen, hmm? where’s all that mouth you had just a second ago, baby?”
you still don’t respond, too shocked at the way he snapped so instantly, the last few seconds a blur. at your silence, he’s just fed up more.
“god, you drive me fucking insane. i tried to hold it, i tried so hard, but whores can’t control themselves, can they baby?” still no response from you, only whines and whimpers from the sting of his pulling on your hair and the overwhelming situation.
“and now that i’m gonna give you this dick just the way you asked, i can’t get a peep out of you. fucking answer me, slut. tell me you want me to treat you like the dirty little thing you’ve been acting like all day.”
“love me like you love me
like you hate me”
you recognize his words as a sign of consent, asking even though that’s what you’ve been saying all day, and you love him more for that. you gain your wits back enough to answer and tease just a little more, pushing yourself back onto him, fucking with his mind more when you beg him to treat you like his little slut.
he’s pushed even further into this blurry headspace by your words, even more willing to give you what you want. “oh yeah?” he asks, letting go of your hair to grab your wrists in one hand, the other ripping your panties straight off your body. he takes a look at them, chuckling at the way you’ve damn near ruined the thin piece of fabric with your arousal.
"love me like you love me
like you hate me”
“god, what a slut. i’ve barely even touched you and you’ve already soaked through this pretty pair of panties. what a shame.” he says in a way you can only recognize as sadistic. you don’t know what to say, cheeks heating up at the way you’re fully bared to him and your slick-soaked panties are under the judging gaze of his eyes. he drops them somewhere near his feet, turning his attention to your core and the way it’s absolutely dripping.
“look at you, baby.” he coos in awe at the way you’re so turned on, spreading your ass with one hand. “you’re soaked. i bet i could fuck you just like this, slip right in.” you feel him run his fingers up and down your slit and you hear him chuckle darkly before slipping two fingers inside you. the stretch burns in a way you love, and it’s another thing mark has never done, always starting with one to prevent you any pain. he takes in the way you whine once more, pumping his fingers in and out of your wet heat.
“oh, you like that?” he asks, and though his words sound sweet, you hear the absolute venom behind them. you don’t know if you should answer, don’t know if he’s gonna pull away if you say yes. and, a part of you still wants to piss him off, just a little more.
“no.” you say through a moan, “ ‘s too soft.” his fingers go still inside you, and you realize you may have fucked up, his irritation with you almost palpable.
you receive no response, you only feel him pull out and plunge three fingers into your core, pumping rapidly. he knocks the air out of your lungs, tightening his grip on your wrists when you try to writhe away from him, body registering that you’ve bitten off more than you can chew.
his name falls from your lips in a moan, eyes shutting as you try to take in the feeling. “fuck.” you breathe shakily, eyes closing in the mix of pain and pleasure. he takes notice, stops his movements to speak.
“if it’s too much, the safeword is hazy, okay?” you’re still coherent enough to understand what he says, nodding in affirmation before repeating the word back to him.
“hazy.” you echo, relaxing your body before he starts his pace again, stroking your walls like he’s never done before. it burns in a way so unfamiliar, a way you’ve wanted for so long. he’s rough, movements fast and uncaring.
“can’t believe you’re such a whore. pussy dripping just from me talking to you a little mean. so easy, so ready to be ruined.” you can’t do anything but whine and moan as the pain begins to turn into pleasure and you start to rock back on mark’s fingers. mark sees you begin to cant back onto him, and he laughs in awe. “oh my fucking god, you’re so fucking filthy.” he growls. that only adds to the pleasure building up in your belly, the familiar feeling creeping up on you, but in a way you’ve never felt before.
“touch me like you
touch me like you hate me”
“you always said you wanted it rough, wanted me to treat you like you’re nothing but a hole.” you can’t muster anything but whimpers of his name already, chills running through your body at his words, wondering how this is the same man as before. you sob out a moan when he brings his thumb down to rub at your clit, burying your face in the cushions, trying to mask how wrecked he’s got you already. and when he speaks again, you know you’re doomed.
”if i had known you were this fucking hungry for me to fuck you stupid, i would have bent you over and used you like a little fucktoy a long time ago.” you feel his words spread throughout your body, sending tingles straight down between your legs. “all that mouth just for you to end up speechless. fucking shameful.” at his words, he curls his fingers up to hit that spot; the one that’ll have you seeing stars in seconds. you can’t even fathom what he’s doing to your body, brain trying to rationalize how he can make you feel like this so soon. you let out a strangled moan, toes curling and hips rocking even faster.
“ ‘m gonna come.” you slur, shuddering and whining when he just speeds up more.
“so fast, baby. so fucking easy. got you falling apart from just some fingers. didn’t know i’d married such a slut.” you can’t do anything but clench around his fingers, pleasure growing inside you, thrown for a loop at his words. he feels you tighten and sees the way you rock back on his fingers, orgasm approaching. “you gonna come so soon? fucking pathetic.” he spews, working that spot inside you even harder.
your moans climb louder and louder and you’re so close, moaning mark’s name again in warning. “gonna come.” you say as your body shakes again and you tense up, tightening around mark’s fingers. his name leaves your mouth again as your thighs tremble and your eyes close even harder, and you’re building and building and building, on the edge of the pleasure he’s giving you.
until he pulls away.
“no you’re not.” he says simply, kneeling down, eye level with your core. “you’ll come when i fucking let you.” and then he’s diving into your heat, licking at your slit like he’s never tasted you before, flicking your clit with his tongue the way he’s been afraid to do. “always wanted to bend you over and fucking ruin you. eat this sweet little pussy until you’re begging me to stop.” half of you is still reeling with the fact that mark just denied you an orgasm, something he’s never done, terrified at the premise of your orgasm being out of reach. but the other half, the half that’s registered he’s eating you out from the back, is reeling in pleasure, feeling so dirty but so happy you’ve gotten what you wanted. but something else inside you knows that you’re not getting out of this easy.
he brings a hand up to slap your ass, gripping it as he dips down to take your clit into his mouth and suck, the sound resonating throughout the room. you’re flustered, shy at the way he’s so filthily eating you out, unabashed at the way he’s face deep in your heat and you’re bent over a couch. he kneads the flesh of your ass as he licks a stripe up your folds, bringing his other hand up to spread you open for his tongue. “so fuckin’ messy, baby. sloppy little thing.” he murmurs into your core, his words spreading the infectious hold he has you in, your entire being succumbing to his whim. that sweet feeling of release starts to creep up on you again, never fully leaving your body from your last buildup. your brain has already started to crumble, piece by piece into mark’s hands, crushed by your husband in a way you’ve never felt.
“love me like you, love me like you hate me”
“mark, think i’m gonna come.” you warn, hoping he’s gonna give it to you this time, but dread seeps into your bones when you receive no response. “please.” you beg, the thought of your high being so far away almost unbearable, body aching to let go, to give yourself over to him, to submit to the pleasure he’s spreading through your veins like a drug. his tongue flicks at your clit again and you jolt, your cheek rubbing against the fabric of the couch cushion as he circles the bud with his tongue, drawing you farther and farther into this untapped reserve of bliss. you try not to lose yourself, knowing you won’t be allowed to come, but you can’t help it with the way he works you so well.
“i’m- mark i’m gonna come.” you whine, some part of you wanting him to pull away, to become what you’ve wanted of him for so long. he circles your clit once, twice more, and then he’s pulling away as you start to shake again. you cry out in frustration, knowing your fate was sealed but not being able to handle it all the same.
“little aggression
it always sets my heart on fire
i pay attention
yeah, don't be shy, know it's in you like knives"
your back meets the couch as flips you over, yanking his shorts and underwear down his legs in one fell swoop. he’s so painfully hard, been hard since you started up this morning. you’re knocked off your rocker, your brain has barely registered what’s happening. you catch his eyes and see something you’ve never seen before, pure desire mixed with something so carnal. he returns your gaze, knocking your legs apart with his knee, settling himself between them.
he doesn’t do anything but look, just admires your body, the way you’re so fucked out and still wearing his. he thinks he could get used to seeing you like this, red eyes and messy face, eager to be fucked senseless. “look at you, baby. laid out like a proper slut.” you try to close your legs out of embarrassment, but he’s not having it, yanking your legs open with one hand, pinning your wrists down with the other. “ah ah, baby, where’s that filthy little thing from earlier, walking around, showing that pretty ass off? lemme see you be my slut now.” you think you might lose your mind, squirming in his hold. he doesn’t pay any mind to your movements as he reaches down between you two, sliding into you with a moan.
you’re so sensitive, can barely think, feels like all your nerves are on fire. mark makes it no better as he starts to talk again, making you feel so dirty but so good.
“you have permission to shake my world 'til it falls down
then pick me back up, don't you know you're my guy?”
“is this how you wanna be fucked? pinned down to a couch, legs held open?” he feels so good inside you, so different in a way you love. there’s no sense in denying his question, body shaking as you nod as best you can with the way he’s driving into you. “such a dirty little thing, can’t believe i have such a slut for a wife.” his hips snap into you wildly, reaching deep with every thrust. mark’s brain is still clouded, arousal morphing him into something even he doesn’t recognize. neither one of you could anticipate the way he wraps a hand around your throat, pressing lightly. and when your mouth falls open in a silent gasp, he can’t help it, angles himself over your mouth and spits.
“you know that i love our long nights
you're starin' in my pretty brown eyes”
“swallow it.” its an order, one that you obey as soon as he utters it. the way he coos at you contrasts so vividly with his rough strokes, the same man proclaiming you as his “good little slut” pounding into you like it’s the only thing he wants to do. whines and moans and whimpers slip from your lips to meet mark’s promises to fuck you stupid, to make you think twice before ever teasing him like that again. it’s thrust after thrust after thrust, wrists probably bruised as he holds you in place, makes you take his dick the way you begged. that feeling creeps up on you again, takes hold of you until warnings spill from your mouth and your body buzzes like a live wire. and when he angles his hips, grabs yours and starts to hit that perfect spot, you know you’re done for.
“and i can see you bein' polite
but come on baby, take a long bite, bite”
“gonna come.” is all you can say, eyes rolling back and mouth falling open. it builds him higher, gives him more control over you, makes him want to wreck you until all you can do is say his name over and over while he fucks you the way you’ve both wanted for so long. his hand flies down to your clit at your admission, rubbing in tight circles, blanking your mind even farther. he’s determined, bringing you to the brink, fucking you right to the edge and you’re so close, so so so close-
until he slows down and his hand flies away from that bud, pulling wrecked sobs from your mouth as you thrash in his grasp, begging, pleading with him to let you come.
“fuck, please mark, i need it so bad, so so bad.” you’re babbling at this point, only needing to come, for him to give you the pleasure of that sweet release. tears slip down your face in frustration and it only satisfies mark more, shows him the power of having you like this, helpless and desperate, depraved and stripped down to nothing but a pathetic mess. the hand not holding your wrists grabs your face, grips your chin and forces you to look at mark in his eyes.
“look at yourself, baby, you’re fucking pathetic. crying over some dick.” you should be embarrassed, ashamed of the way you’re damn-near groveling at his feet just for his cock, but the ability to care left you a long time ago. you’re praying to him at this point, asking him to forgive you and just let you come. he’s still gazing, almost glaring at you as he thrusts slowly, taking in the way you need him so badly, wondering why he didn’t do this sooner.
“the slut wants to come?” he murmurs, speeding up just a little, just enough to have you mewling for more. you nod before he even gets the words out, completely broken and needing nothing more than him to fuck you until you’re screaming his name. his hand slides from your chin to your lips, pushes his pointer and middle finger into your mouth until you gag, chuckling darkly at the sound. he thinks he’s never seen anything more arousing until you start to suck. he can’t quite process the way you’re so open to everything he’s doing to. you’re spread open on a couch, hands pinned down and sucking on his fingers, wearing his fucking shirt, taking everything he gives you and begging for more.
you’ve fucked his mind up too much now. he’s so far gone. you can see his eyes glaze over as he speeds up again, raises up to grab your hips with one hand, fucks into you with new purpose. he still wants to punish you, to take out the frustration that you gave him with your silly little antics. but there’s also something new in him. he wants to make you come now. he wants to take from you until he’s satisfied, until you can’t fucking think. and that’s exactly what he’s gonna do.
“fuck me, baby, you’re such a dirty little thing. sucking on my fingers while i fuck this slutty little pussy.” you’re floating now, the praise and the degradation and the way he’s fucking you like you’re nothing but a toy all mixes together, sending you places you’ve never been before. you’re not speaking right, babbling and cooing, mixes of please and mark’s name spilling from your mouth. he’s building you up again, impossibly high, pleasure shooting through every nerve in your body until you can’t feel where you end and this feeling begins. his grip on your hip is the only thing grounding you, tight enough to bruise, to leave marks you’ll admire tomorrow.
his hips seem to never falter, determined to get you there, to fuck you up as bad as you have him. he’s got you close now, teetering over the edge of a cliff that you need so badly for him to plunge you headfirst off of.
“c-close.” you attempt to warm, though it comes out garbled and choppy from the way he fucks you with no remorse, holds nothing back from you. he pushes his fingers down into your throat once more, relishing the way you gag, before he brings them down to your clit, circling how you taught him way back when. your body wants to cave in, to run from the pleasure, but mark stops you as soon as he sees that, whispers “take it baby” and pushes your hip down, pinning you to the couch once again. it’s building up with a vengeance this time, you know you’re screwed. and when mark leans down next to your ear and gives you that one command, you’re done.
“come.”
it’s something you’ve never felt before, the satisfaction of being given an orgasm that you’ve been denied. it spreads through you like honey, the sweet feeling taking over your senses until you can only shake and whine and choke out attempts at his name while he fucks you through it, doesn’t stop his thrusts or his circles on your clit. it’s almost maddening, the way he’s dunked you into this unfathomable pool of pure fucking pleasure, the way it fills your nose and throat and mouth with screams, and your eyes with tears, and your body with shakes until you’re nothing but a mess beneath him.
he talks you through it, tells you how fucking filthy you look like this, shaking and crying just from him fucking you. you can barely even hear him as wave after wave hits you, clouds your mind, makes him sound like he’s speaking through a fog, barely registering a word he said.
this is what he wanted. this is what he used to fear if his mind got too hazy.
“you're fallin' for me, baby
i know i make you crazy
like when the clouds are hazy
you like to smell my daisies”
he has no fear now, though, not as he keeps rocking his hips into you even after your orgasm subsides. he wants to see you come again, needs it like fire needs air. he wants to fuck you stupid now. and that’s exactly what he’s going to do. you have no time to come down as he picks his pace up again, frees you from his grip and maneuvers your legs over his shoulders.
“i used to be so scared to fuck you like this, but you always get what you want, yeah? you’ll do anything for some dick, even slut yourself out.” god, he knows just what to say to bring you to ruin, what buttons to press and what spots to hit. its so obvious, as he angles his hips to hit that spot once again, that you are his to control. you’re putty in his hands now, only able to react to everything he does; it’s senseless, the way he has reduced you to nothing but feelings.
and you’ve done the same to him, chipped away at his reasoning and sound mind until all that is left of him is pure want. mark can no longer tell where the want ends and he begins. in this plane you’ve sent him to, in this state of mind he’s in, there is no rational thought. there is only the need to fuck you, the need to make you come until you’re as fucked in the head as he is now.
the only thing grounding him is you. the way you whine and moan for him, your mad clawing at him as you try to bring your being back down to earth, and how fucking good you feel as he thrusts into you like a man gone mad. and really, he has, driven even farther into this headspace when you start to warn him of your impending orgasm, your whines breaking through the fog and setting him on the solid ground that is making you come again.
you can see the determination radiating off of him, feel it in his strokes and his circles on your clit, hear it in his tone. “be a good slut and come again. if you can’t do shit else, i know you can come for me.” fuck, you’re done. how does he do it? how does he know what words to string together to bring you to and over the edge? you’ll think about that later; now, as he works you through another orgasm, you have no thoughts. you are not yourself, you are just what mark has made of you. and that’s fine. god, it’s more than fine. it’s almost sinful with how perfect this feels, shivers and shakes racking through your body while mark treats you the way you’ve longed to be, talks you through it, murmurs “such a fucking slut” into your ear. and then he’s pulling out, turning you over, bringing you right back to where you started.
“i can see that you wanna
i smell on your cologne
be tough now don't be lazy
come love me like you hate me”
this is how it all began, face down in the couch cushions, ass in the air for mark. he gives you no reprieve, enters you just as quickly as he slipped out, starts his pace up again. it’s too much, your brain can’t handle the way he sinks the pleasure into your skin, the way he just won’t stop. “mark, mark, oh my god, please.” you beg, whine, cry, just needing to express what he’s doing to you, the way he’s fucked you up so bad. he doesn’t care, doesn’t wanna hear you beg for him to stop after what you pulled earlier, the way you fucked with him to make him like this.
“shut the fuck up.” rips from the back of his throat as he grabs an arm to pin behind your back, pushing you farther into the couch. tears slip down your cheeks as he just keeps fucking you, plowing into your hole like it’s hard-wired into his brain. you turn your head sideways to breathe and you catch a glimpse of his face, barely recognizing the look gracing his features. “take this dick and thank me for it.” he says at the sight of your tear-stained face, the way you silently beg him to give you some slack. he’s merciless, the way he treats you. unrelenting in his thrusts, angry with them. he can’t help but speak his mind now, not scared to go there with you.
“you’re such a slut, but i think you know that. all i wanted to do was be nice to you, but you didn’t want that, did you baby?” he’s patronizing with his tone, grip bruising your arm and hip, fucking into you like it’s all he wants to do. “walked your pretty ass around here in those tiny little panties, doing whatever you could to piss me off.” he moves his hand from your hip to your hair, yanking it again, leaning down to speak directly into your ear, to make sure his words hit you head-on. “is this what you wanted, baby? wanted me to fuck you senseless? pound this little pussy until you’re begging me to stop?”
it’s all so much, the way his hips angle to hit that spot pushing your farther into this pain-laced pleasure. all you can do is whine and moan and whimper while he fucks you the way you’ve always wanted, the way he’s always wanted. you can feel your orgasm building up once again, soft please’s leaving your mouth, mark’s treatment an assault on your senses. it only pushes mark farther into that hazy headspace, makes him fuck you harder and deeper and rougher, taking you higher and higher the way you begged for. he’s not hearing you whine, doesn’t want to hear shit from you since you wanted this so bad. “shut the fuck up.” he growls again through clenched teeth, and you’re so close to coming again, and god it hurts so good, “slut,” hand moving from your hip to slap your ass, bringing you right to the edge. “you wanted me to take you like a whore and that’s exactly what i’m doing, so take this shit and thank me for it.”
“hate me
it's okay, baby, if you love a little too hard for me”
it’s too much for you, feels like all you senses are on 10, every little thing mark says and does overloading your brain and body even more. your thighs clench almost involuntarily as you feel his hand snake around you to abuse that swollen bud once again, and it’s all way too heavy. the way mark whispers things you never thought you’d hear from him into your ear, the way he’s rubbing directly on the spot inside you, the circles he rubs onto your clit, they all bring you over the edge. you climax again, mark’s name leaving your mouth for the hundredth time today, eyes rolling back so hard it hurts. he fucks you through it, leaning down to kiss you, tasting the salt from your tears on his tongue. it’s the first time he’s been gentle with you since the kitchen, but you know he’s not done with the way he’s still slowly rocking into you, never stopped his thrusts. you meet his lips with yours, indulging in the softness he grants you.
“for me, kiss me a little harder, little harder now
touch me a little harder, like woah”
“look at you, coming nice and hard for me.” his words sound like they’re coming through a fog as he starts his pace again, raising back up, grabbing your hips and yanking you back to him, your body almost dangling off the couch, balanced solely by his tight grip on you. “you’re gonna give me another one, baby, one more.” you can’t deny him, body limp in pleasure as he takes and takes and takes from you like a man starved. every thrust shoots more and more pleasure through your body, spreading through you like a drug. his words make it no better as he rambles off, praises and degrading mixing until you can’t tell what’s what. “my good whore, coming again and again for me. maybe i should have fucked you like this sooner.” he receives no res
ponse from your broken form, only hears dumb whines and pathetic whimpers. “have i fucked you stupid, pretty girl? my dumb little whore can’t even handle what she asked for. that’s too bad baby, cause you’re gonna take this dick until i say you’re done.” it’s like you’re floating, sensations taking over until all you can do is feel. feel his cock stroking against that spot with every push of his hips, feel the way you jolt with every thrust, feel his hand snake into your hair to meet your back with his chest, resting his head on your shoulder. one hand wraps around your waist while the other moves to your clit again, pulling you tighter to him when you jerk away. “you’re my dumb, stupid, silly little cockdrunk whore, yeah? gonna fuck you stupid all the time.”
you can’t manage anything but garbled moans of his name, body shaking, head falling back onto his shoulder, hands grabbing at anything they can reach. “you’re gonna take it like this, anytime i want, over and over again.” his hips slam into yours over and over and over again, relentlessly, like they’ll never stop. your brain can barely comprehend the feeling of yet another climax building up, and your cries turn to sobs as you brace yourself for it again.
“can’t take another one, mark, ‘s too much.”
he’s not having that.
“yes you can, baby. you can and you will. now be a good whore and come.”
oh fuck, it’s too much for you. your head swims like there’s no air left in the world, and maybe there isn’t. you can’t tell with the way mark has fucked you into this.. whatever this is. it’s beyond an orgasm, beyond a climax. this is an unraveling of your very being, a crushing and breaking of every coherent thought you have in your mind. you think you feel him lower you down to bend back over the couch, but you can’t really be sure; not with the way the pleasure is coursing through your veins like a drug. you can still feel him thrusting into you, his movements turned slow and deep.
“good girl, you did so good for me.” he’s more gentle now, caging your body in with his as he speeds up just a bit. his change of pace is welcome, your body basically on fire with the gasoline mark has fed you since he bent you over the couch. he’s not done though. he wants one more out of you.
“just one more, baby.” you can’t even resist. you’re damn-near limp in pleasure, still taking everything he’s giving you. you can feel yourself climbing that peak, you’re so sensitive that it won’t take much to bring you over the edge again. you’re like an exposed nerve, free for mark to poke and prod and do what he wants with you. you feel him place soft kisses on your neck, leaving little praises in between them.
“kiss me a little harder, little harder now
now”
“you’re so good for me baby, taking everything i give you.” it’s almost unfair, the way just a couple of words from him could wind you up so far. you can’t even comprehend the effect he has on you as he fucks you up to yet another high. “you came in with those pretty little panties on and you were teasing me and i just couldn’t help myself. god, you’re so beautiful.”
somewhere in the back of your mind you wonder how this man is the same one from less than a minute ago, but you feel too good to even care. and when he reaches under you to tweak at your oh-so-sensitive bud, it’s hard to understand the control he has over your body. how are you even able to come again after what he’s done to you? and that’s exactly what you ask him.
“i’m gonna come again, daddy, how am i gonna come again?” it just slips out without you knowing, and it takes mark by surprise. it’s welcome, though, and it only takes him a second before he’s using that to bring you to ruin too.
“because you’re daddy’s perfect little slut. now be a good girl for daddy and come.”
and who are you to not follow his every command? you come with small shakes and whimpers this time, whispers of “daddy” leaving your mouth. mark isn’t too far behind you, finally letting go after so long. you feel him fill you up and it just adds to the sweetness, your walls tightening, almost milking him. he praises you through both of your orgasms, tells you how good you were for him, how you’re “daddy’s good slut.” it’s silent in the living room as you both come down, stuck to each other like glue while you bask in the heat of your high. mark shifts behind you as he slowly pulls out with a hiss, and you whimper with him. he gently turns you over to lay on your back, placing a kiss on your forehead as he settles you down.
“fallin' for me, baby
(fallin' for me)
like when the clouds are hazy”
you think you’re finally done. until he makes his way down your body, propping your legs open just a bit.
“i know i said just one more, baby, but i never got to make you come on my tongue. just give daddy one more.”
you can’t resist when he uses that name for himself, so you just nod, giving him permission to break you one last time.
“just one more, daddy, can’ take anymore.” he’s already lapping at your core, sliding his tongue in between your folds, using the remnants of both of your orgasms to make the slide easier. “i know, baby, daddy’s just gotta take care of his girl a little more.” he brings a hand to smooth down the leg set on the back of the couch as you start to shake and whine, comforting you as he takes you apart with his tongue once more. “such a sweet little pussy, taste so good for me.” you look down as he speaks, and the sight that greets you is something like no other. he has a mix of both of your come on his lips as he licks up your slit, swirls his tongue around your clit the way you love. you’re close again, never even having gone down from your high.
“you can come whenever you want, baby.” is all he says before he dips back down, licks and sucks until you unravel once more, small shivers traveling through your body. and then it’s like a switch has flipped as he kisses up your body until he reaches your face, brushes your hair out of your face, placing a small kiss on your lips.
you just barely kiss back, way too blissed out to even try to comprehend what just happened. you muster a small smile as your eyes open just a little, meeting mark’s soft gaze, the one you know so well.
“hi, baby.” he’s smiling his usual, sweet little smile, eyes full of love and admiration like they always are. you bring your hand up to comb through his hair, bringing more of his warm face into your view.
“hi, markie.” you respond with a blissed out lilt, and he swears he’s never seen anything more beautiful.
“how are you?” he sounds almost worried.
“i’m fine. more than fine, actually.” you can feel the sigh of relief escape his lungs, his entire body releasing tension.
“that was .. something.” he starts, and you have to subdue a chuckle at his obviously amazed tone.
“yeah. you were something as well. i didn’t even know you could talk like that, to be honest.” he’s earnest with his words as he agrees with you, his switch into ..whatever that was as jaw-dropping to him as it is to you.
“i just.. when you walked into the living room and you were wearing my shirt and those panties and you started teasing me i just couldn’t take it. and then when you said what you said in the kitchen.. it was like.. my mind just went hazy.” the room is silent as you take in his words, half of you feeling bad about your antics, the other half still in awe at what just occurred.
“well, i guess i know how to get you to act like this again.”
his eyes darken.
“next time, i won’t need convincing at all. why would i pass up a chance to get you so pliant in my hands again?”
“i can see that you wanna
be tough now don't be lazy
come love, love”
you’ve started something. and now, he won’t hesitate to finish it.