Mark Wahlberg Imagines

Not At Target

You draw your bow back to your cheek, pausing to anchor. Breathing out slowly, you released the arrow, watching it fall just short of your target. With a heavy sigh dropping your arms to your sides contemplating the thought of giving up on archery altogether until you hear someone moving behind you.

"It was a nice try there but I think your form is off a bit."

"I don't need your help Mark."

"I don't believe that," he scoffs, stepping closer. Mark presses his chest against your back and for a moment you begin to pull away until one of his arms hooks around your waist to hold you still. "Legs apart now ," Mark as he instructs guiding his foot between your ankles and nudging them apart. "Back straight."

You fix your posture finding yourself flush against Mark now as he holds an arrow out in front of your body. Once you accept it Mark guides your arms up to nock your arrow, and allow his hands to roam over you straightening out your limbs as he needs.

"There we go," Mark whispers into your ear sending a shiver down your spine. "Draw." You pull back the bow once again anchoring it at your face and letting out a slow breath, feeling his hands drag down from your arms towards your hips. "Focus," Mark says as you tremble very softly. "And loose." You release the bow watching as it hits the edge of the wooden target, splintering it as it digs in. "Good girl," Mark chuckles in your ear breath tickling your skin. Marks hands started to begin creeping lower down your sides fingers bunching up the fabric of your dress.

"What are you doing?" you ask quietly, not lowering your bow.

"Rewarding you." Mark Replied Back

"I barely hit the target." You said while rolling your eyes

With a small chuckle, Mark  twists your dress in one fist with his free hand finding its way in between your thighs to find you not wearing any underwear. The feeling of his fingers tracing along your folds makes your grip loosen on your bow and it clatters to the ground.

"This is inappropriate," you gasp as Marks finger rubs over your clit. "Anyone can see us..." Your thighs instinctively begin to pull together and your shoulders slump forward from the sensation of Marks fingers delicately rubbing your most sensitive spot.

"What did I tell you, darling? Legs apart." Mark then forces his knee between your thighs wedging them apart so his hand can continue its work. "Shoulders back," Mark muttered kissing your neck, and you quickly oblige pressing harder against him. "There's a good girl."

"Don't tease me Mark ," you moan. "Please."

"Oh, you don't like when I tease? Then why are you moaning for me?"

Marks fingers continue to work your nerves quickly, bringing your climax on rapidly his opposite arm hooks around your waist once again locking you in against him. As you started to tremble against him moaning and gasping louder than you intend Mark whispers his encouragement in your ear and still not stopping his movements until you Slump against him.

"Care to find out what happens when you hit the center of the target?" Mark Said..