He hadn’t expected it to feel this good.
Not just the physical, though fuck, that was incredible. Makoa’s arse was tight, hot, gripping his cock. But it was more than that. The way Makoa moaned every time Marcus bottomed out. The way his back arched. The way his arse pushed back now, shamelessly meeting every thrust.
Marcus had started slow. Calculated. Testing boundaries, his own, mostly. But now, with every pulse of heat, every needy grunt from Makoa’s throat, he pushed further and further.
He stopped holding back.
“Fuck,” he muttered, gripping Makoa’s waist harder, fingers digging into his hips. “You really fucking like this.”
Makoa’s voice was hoarse. Desperate. “Yes, God, yes!”
Marcus growled, deep and guttural, and slammed forward. The sound of his hips smacking against Makoa’s arse echoed off the walls. Makoa yelled, “Ohh fuck, Marcus, yes, harder!”
Marcus obliged.
He pounded him now. Full force. Each thrust deep and punishing, pulling Makoa back by the waist to drive into him harder, deeper. Sweat dripped from his skin, his thighs flexing, chest rising and falling as he struggled to get enough air into his lungs to keep up.
Tasha moaned softly beside them. “Look at you, baby. Finally letting yourself go.”
Leilani was still on her knees, watching with wide, hungry eyes, two fingers pumping in and out of her soaked pussy, her lips parted in awe.
But Marcus didn’t even register them anymore.
His focus was locked on the man beneath him. The gasps. The moans. The way Makoa’s arse clenched around him, milking every inch each brutal thrust.
He leaned over, one hand braced on the back of the sofa, the other slipping up Makoa’s spine, gripping the back of his neck like a handle.
“You’re fucking loving this, aren’t you?” Marcus growled, voice rough.
“Yes,” Makoa choked out. “Fuck me, Marcus, fuck me harder!”
He’d stopped thinking entirely. His hips moved on instinct, his body driving into Makoa with deep, punishing thrusts that sent ripples across his back and had the man gasping with every impact.
He watched the way Makoa’s arse swallowed his cock with every push, lube and sweat glistening, the stretch obscene and perfect.
He wanted more.
Marcus reached around blindly, his broad hand finding Makoa’s cock, still hard, still leaking, twitching with every slam into his arse.
“Let’s see how much you’re really loving this,” Marcus growled. He wrapped his fingers around it. Firm. Hot. Wet. Makoa cried out, a broken, helpless sound.
Marcus grinned.
“Oh yeah,” he muttered, starting to stroke him. “You’re fucking dripping.”
He pumped in rhythm with his thrusts, cock sliding through his fist as his hips slammed forward. With every stroke, Makoa’s body convulsed beneath him.
“Jesus, fuck, Marcus!” Makoa choked out. “I’m, oh God, I can’t, I’m gonna cum.”
“You’re not coming ‘til I tell you,” Marcus snapped, his voice a growl. “You don’t come until I fuck it out of you.”
Tasha moaned from the side. “Fucking hell, Marcus.”
Leilani was openly panting now, knuckles deep between her thighs, eyes wide and glassy as she watched her husband get taken.
Marcus leaned in, breath hot against Makoa’s ear.
“You wanted this, yeah?” he snarled. “Wanted to get fucked like a little bitch? Say it.”
“Yes!” Makoa wailed. “I wanted it, I wanted your cock, I wanted all of it!”
Marcus bit his shoulder, hard, and slammed deep, grinding as he squeezed Makoa’s cock at the base, drawing out a pulse of precum that smeared across his knuckles.
“Then take it.”
He started fucking fast and deep, his fist working Makoa’s cock in perfect sync. The low rumble of Marcus’s groans, and Makoa’s desperate, choked moans filling the room.
Makoa was trembling. Every thrust sent a ripple through his back. Every pump of Marcus’s fist had him groaning louder, twitching harder, his whole body taut like a bowstring. His cock was slick in Marcus’s grip, leaking steadily, head flushed and angry-looking, like it couldn’t take another second of denial.
Marcus could feel it, the tension, the heat, the raw need radiating off him.
“Please,” Makoa gasped. “Please let me, fuck, Marcus, let me cum!”
Marcus gritted his teeth, still pounding into him, his hips snapping hard and relentless.
“Not yet,” he growled. “You’ll come when I say.”
Makoa sobbed. Desperate. His knuckles white as he clung to the sofa, body shuddering with every filthy, punishing stroke.
Marcus could feel his own orgasm building. Deep, low. That tight twist at the base of his spine.
He jerked Makoa’s cock, faster, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, the pressure building in both of them like a storm front.
“Now. you can cum” he growled. Realising that he couldn’t hold him back any longer.
Makoa came with a strangled, broken cry.
His whole body seized up, and thick ropes of cum shot out of him, coating Marcus’s hand, splashing across the sofa, dripping down the leather.
“Fucking hell” Marcus muttered, watching it with a dark grin. “You came like a fire hose.”
Makoa was still shaking, arms weak, barely able to breathe but he pulled away with a wet pop, leaving Marcus’s cock glistening, twitching, dripping with lube. Makoa spun around, dropped to his knees, and grabbed Marcus’s shaft with both hands.
“What?” Marcus started, but Makoa didn’t wait.
He leaned in, wiping Marcus’s cock quickly with his hand before leaning in and wrapping his lips around him, tongue circling the head before swallowing half his length in one go. He moaned like a man possessed. His hands gripped Marcus’s thighs, mouth slick and eager, bobbing with wild, hungry rhythm.
Marcus grabbed the back of his head.
“Good boy,” he growled, thrusting into his mouth, slow and deep.
Makoa choked slightly, but didn’t back off, just grunted and pushed forward, letting Marcus use his throat.
Across the room, Marcus caught a flicker of movement.
The girls.
Tasha was perched in the armchair now, her robe gone, thighs spread, two fingers inside her while Leilani was sucking her nipple, her other hand teasing her clit. It was a gorgeous sight but Marcus didn’t spare them more than a glance.
His hand tightened in Makoa’s hair.
His focus was right here.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered, voice low, hips thrusting steadily. “I could get used to this.”
Makoa’s mouth was perfect. His lips stretched wide around Marcus’s thick shaft, drool spilling from the corners of his mouth as Marcus fucked his face in slow, brutal strokes. Every thrust pushed deeper, his throat tightening, gagging softly, then opening again like he couldn’t get enough.
“Yeah,” Marcus growled, hand buried in Makoa’s hair, guiding his head with firm control. “Take it, you little slut.”
Makoa groaned in response, the vibration running down Marcus’s cock like a live wire. His tongue moved expertly, swirling around the underside on every withdrawal, then relaxing as Marcus drove back in, cock hitting the back of his throat again and again.
Marcus’s thighs were tensing. His balls were tight, drawing up, he could feel it, the orgasm coiling inside him like a spring.
“Fucking hell, you suck cock like you’ve been doing it for years,” he muttered, panting, sweat running down his chest.
Makoa’s eyes were watering now, but he kept going. His hands were on Marcus’s arse, pulling him deeper, his throat fluttering as he tried to swallow more, take more.
Marcus’s hips snapped harder.
He grunted with each thrust, his hand guiding Makoa’s head now in a punishing rhythm, fucking him mouth more roughly that he’d do with a woman. He felt Makoa could take more punishment.
Marcus lost it.
“Fuck, Makoa, shit!” he groaned, pulling out just in time.
He grabbed the base of his cock and jerked hard, aiming downward.
Thick, hot ropes of cum exploded across Makoa’s face, one splash hitting his cheek, another landing over his lips and nose, the rest dripping across his chin and down onto his chest. Marcus groaned again, shuddering with the force of it, his hand still working as the last spurts coated the head of his cock and Makoa’s tongue.
Makoa stayed perfectly still, mouth open, breathing through his nose as Marcus emptied every drop.
Then, slowly, deliberately, he licked his lips, collecting the cum smeared across them and swallowing with a satisfied moan.
Marcus stepped back, chest heaving, cock twitching in the open air.
Makoa looked up at him, covered, shining with his cum. Marcus felt he could get used to this.
