Friends

Chapter 68

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Marc's POV:

"Nah, don't pull away and run. Cum on that fucking dick, princess," I growl, my voice low, rough, and commanding.

She's losing it—completely unraveling beneath me.

Her body convulses, thighs trembling, toes curling, nails digging into my biceps like she's clinging to the last bit of control. Her walls clench around me so hard it feels like her body can't decide whether it wants to push me out or pull me deeper.

She's cumming.

Hard.

And the way she starts writhing underneath me—squirming like the pleasure is too much, like her body physically can't take it—drives me fucking wild. She's not trying to escape me, she's trying to escape what I'm doing to her. The intensity. The overload.

But I'm not letting her go.

I grab her wrists and pin them above her head with one hand. My other hand anchors her waist, holding her down as my hips keep moving—deep, unrelenting thrusts that give her no chance to catch her breath.

"Take it," I growl, locking eyes with her. "That's a good girl. Keep cumming."

Her eyes roll back. Her mouth drops open in a silent scream as her back arches off the bed, her entire body shaking like she's about to come undone.

Seconds stretch like hours.

And finally—finally—she gasps for air and screams, "Oh my god!" so loud it sounds like it's been trapped in her chest since the second her orgasm started.

I don't even know if that was one long, soul-snatching climax or two back-to-back. But goddamn, I've never seen anyone come apart like this. Never felt anyone lose themselves so completely underneath me.

And it hits me all at once—

At this moment.

She's mine.

I watch her body tremble—still twitching from that orgasm that just wrecked her. Her thighs are shaking. Her breathing is ragged. She's not even fully back yet.

And I'm just... watching.

Contemplating.

Do I spare her?

Let her catch her breath?

Give her a moment to recover like any decent man would?

...Or do I keep going?

Because the truth is, watching her like this—completely wrecked, shaking from pleasure I gave her—might be the sexiest thing I've ever seen. It makes my dick throb just thinking about how far I can push her. How much she can take. And how willing she is to take all of it.

I lean down, brushing a hand gently up her spine, fingers splaying across the dip of her back. My voice drops to a low murmur, not cruel—just curious.

"You tapping out?" I ask.

She doesn't hesitate.

"No," she breathes, still catching air, but her voice is firm. Convicted.

I smile.

That's all I needed to hear.

"Good girl," I whisper.

I flip her onto her stomach and guide her up onto her knees. Her body's heavy, slow to move, but she obeys, dragging herself into position. Her back arches instinctively, ass in the air, legs trembling but spread just enough.