Chapter 32 MALE MASSEUSE WRECKS ME PART 2
He flipped me onto my side, one leg hooked over his arm, driving deeper from a new angle. His fingers found my clit again, rubbing fast as he pounded.
'Cum for me,' he ordered, his voice rough. The command pushed me over, my pussy clenching around his cock, orgasm ripping through me. I cried out, body shaking, waves of pleasure crashing. But he didn't stop, fucking me through it, his dominance unyielding.
Marcus pulled out suddenly, flipping me onto my stomach again.
'Ass up,' he said, slapping my cheek lightly. I obeyed, presenting myself, pussy dripping. He entered me from behind, one hand fisting my hair, pulling my head back. The angle let him go even deeper, his balls slapping my clit.
'You love this, don't you? Being taken like this.' His words hit my soul, affirming the passion I'd craved.
'Yes, God yes,' I gasped, pushing back to meet his thrusts.
The room smelled of sex and oil, our moans growing louder. I glanced at the curtain, imagining eyes on us, the exposure making my second climax build fast. Marcus's pace quickened, his cock swelling inside me.
'Gonna fill you up, baby' he groaned, his hand sliding around to pinch my nipple. I shattered again, screaming his name, my pussy milking him. He roared, thrusting deep one last time, hot cum flooding me, spilling out around his shaft.
We collapsed, his body heavy on mine, both panting. But as his cock softened inside me, I felt him harden again, his hands already roaming.
His cock twitched inside me, growing hard again as we lay there, sweat-slicked and breathing heavy. The warmth of his cum leaked from my pussy, mixing with the oil on my thighs, but I wasn't done. Months of neglect had built this fire, and one round with Marcus only stoked it higher. I needed more—his dominance, his thick black cock claiming every part of me.
'Marcus,' I whispered, my voice raw from screaming. His dark eyes met mine, a smirk curling his lips as he pulled out slowly, his cum dripping down my ass crack.
He flipped me onto my back, his strong hands roaming my pale body like he owned it. Emotions hit me hard—guilt flickered, but the thrill of being wanted drowned it out. His fingers pinched my nipples, twisting them until I arched off the table, pain shooting straight to my clit.
'Like that?' he growled, his voice deep and commanding. I nodded, moaning as he squeezed harder, my breasts reddening under his grip. His other hand slid down my soft belly, over my curves, to my slick pussy. He spread my lips wide, exposing my swollen clit to the cool air.
Two fingers plunged in, stirring his cum inside me, the wet squelch filling the room. I bucked against him, craving the stretch, the fullness.
'Please, harder,' I begged again, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity.
He added a third finger, pumping fast, his thumb grinding my clit. Sensory overload hit— the rough calluses on his skin scraping my sensitive folds, the scent of our sex heavy in the air, his dark skin contrasting my pale thighs.
But he wasn't satisfied with the table. Marcus pulled his fingers out, leaving me empty and whining. He grabbed my wrists, yanking me up with effortless strength.
'Come here,' he ordered, dragging me toward the curtained window. My heart raced, the thin fabric barely shielding us from the alley outside. The street below hummed with distant voices, cars passing—anyone could look up and see. Exhibitionism surged through me, making my pussy clench. He pushed me against the glass, my breasts flattening on the cool surface, nipples hardening from the chill. The curtain swayed, half-open now, and I caught a glimpse of shadows moving in the alley.
'What if they see?' I gasped, but my body betrayed me, ass pushing back toward him.
'Let them watch,' Marcus said, his breath hot on my neck. He kicked my legs apart, spreading me wide, my feet slipping on the oiled floor.
One hand gripped my hip, the other guiding his cock to my entrance. He thrust in deep, no warning, his thick shaft splitting me open. I cried out, the glass vibrating against my cheek. He pounded hard, each slam jolting my body forward, my tits rubbing the window.
The risk thrilled me—eyes could be on us right now, strangers seeing this neglected housewife get fucked by a dominant black man. His hands explored everywhere: one sliding up to pinch my nipple again, pulling until I sobbed with pleasure, the other reaching around to spread my pussy lips, letting his cock plunge even deeper. Juices and cum coated his balls, slapping wet against my thighs with every thrust.
I turned my head, our dark eyes locking—his intense, commanding stare holding mine as he fucked me relentlessly. The connection hit deep, emotional waves crashing with the physical. In his gaze, I saw my hunger reflected, the raw passion I'd missed for years.
'You're so fucking tight,' he grunted, his hips snapping faster, the table forgotten behind us. I moaned, pushing back, meeting his rhythm.
'Harder, Marcus, take me,' I pleaded, my voice breaking.
The exhibitionism drove me wild—the thought of being exposed, watched, made my clit throb. Sensory details overwhelmed: the glass cold on my skin, his rough hands bruising my hips, the musky smell of sweat and oil, the distant sounds of the street mixing with our grunts.
He leaned in, biting my shoulder, marking me as his. His cock swelled inside, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. Emotions poured out—release from loneliness, the joy of submission.
'Cum with me,' he commanded, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing circles slick with our mess. I shattered, pussy clamping down on him, waves of orgasm ripping through me. He followed, groaning low, flooding me with another hot load, spilling out as he kept thrusting. But even as we trembled, his hands didn't stop roaming, teasing my oversensitive skin.
The curtain fluttered, a shadow passing outside, and my body hummed, ready for him to push further, the thrill lingering in the air.