"Oh--Marcus--God--"
Her voice cracked. Her nails raked down his back. He held her there, open, offered, and started to move--deep, punishing strokes that felt like he was rewiring her from the inside out.
"Say it," he hissed, leaning in, his mouth brushing her jaw.
"Say whose pussy this is."
"Yours," she cried.
"It's yours--Marcus--it's only...