Mark Wahlberg Imagines

Beach Day

"I can't believe you ain't never been to this Beach before," Mark  laughs, relaxing back into his beach chair and closing his eyes. You shrug your shoulders slipping off your shirt and shorts off so you are standing in just your bikini. You take a seat in your chair beside Mark and slipping your sunglasses onto your face and let out a sigh.

"It never appealed to me," you reply tilting your head to look over at him. Mark's  eyes are already on you hand raising his sunglasses so he can peer at you his eyes are all over your body which is not a surprise to you at all in the slightest. "This is the only reason you talked me into coming here," you say. "So you could ogle me in public, isn't that right, you fuckin' creep?"

"Course not!" Mark said back to you . "Just Needed some sun that's all" Mark pauses running his tongue over his lips as he stares into your eyes once again. "Seein' you with your tits out like this is a bonus," Mark adds slipping his glasses over his eyes again. "You Know I was thinkin', since it's your first time..."

"Don't say it like that."

"I should show you the pier," Mark continues with a laugh as he gets himself up from the chair.

"But I just got comfortable laying here you idiot ," you groan. Mark Grabs your hands yanking you out of your chair hard enough to pull your body against his. With your breasts pressed to Mark's bare chest you feel your cheeks flush out even after being with Mark for nearly a year you still get nervous when you get too close to him. "Mark ," you warn.

"C'mon let's go" Mark chuckles taking your hand and pulling you along with him.

When you reach the pier the atmosphere is altered by a salty breeze rolling through and the small waves that hit the rocks. The temperature feels different as well you noticed quickly as your skin breaks out in goosebumps. You wrap your arms around yourself trying to fight off the small chill but Mark notices immediately.

"Cold?" he asks taking off your sunglasses off and slipping them into the pocket of Marks Swim trunks. Mark sets his hands on your arms rubbing softly to create friction.

"Kinda thought we were gonna go on the pier," you say. "Not under it."

"Yeah, but it's a bit more private under here," Mark whispers, guiding you backwards until you are pressed against a post. "Least for what I wanna do." Mark then dips his head down to kiss you passionately threading your fingers with his Mark loves taking hold of your hands so firmly in an effort to keep you from touching him and ultimately giving him full control. Mark grunts softly as he presses his hips against you grinding hard enough for you to feel his cock .

"Mark  someone is gonna see us," you told him in a concerning voice turning your head away and feeling the chill of the wind on your now flushed face.

"They aren't paying us any attention don't worry about it ," Mark chuckles letting go of your hands and dragging his fingers over your sides. Against your better judgement you lean into his touch and place your hands on his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin. "C'mon," Mark whispers leaning in to kiss your neck as one hand slides between your legs. "I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one would even notice."

"Mark," you whimper feeling his fingers brush against your folds over your bikini.

"Sound of the waves will drown out them beautiful moans of yours ," Mark continues giving your skin a gentle bite. "What do you say? Promise I'll take real good care of you." When he tips his head back to look into your eyes, the cheeky grin spread across his lips makes you weak in the knees, your desire finally getting the better of you.