Chapter 92
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“Please fuck me,” Marcus said, his voice strained with desperation. He was still restrained, unable to hold her or touch her the way he wanted to. His hands pulled against the handcuffs, the metal clinking loudly against the headboard.
Elara smiled down at him, enjoying the power she had in this moment. She straddled him carefully, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his hips. The nurse outfit had ridden up completely now, bunched around her waist and doing absolutely nothing to cover her.
She positioned herself over him, hovering just above his dick. The thick head pressed against her entrance, hot and hard and ready. She lowered herself slowly, taking just the tip at first.
Marcus gasped, his head falling back against the pillow. “Oh God.”
She sank down another inch, then another. He was big, stretching her in a way that bordered on painful but felt incredible. Her body adjusted to accommodate him, taking him inch by inch until he filled her completely.
“You’re dripping,” Marcus said, his voice tight. “You’re so wet, El. I can feel it.”
“That’s what you do to me,” Elara breathed.
“That’s it. Fuck me,” Marcus groaned, his hips trying to thrust up but restricted by her weight holding him
down.
Elara moaned as she took him all the way in, her nails digging into his shoulders for balance. The fullness was overwhelming, making her entire body tense with pleasure.
“Fuck, Elara,” Marcus growled when she finally started to move. “You’re so tight and sweet.”
A shockwave of pleasure shot through her with the first roll of her hips. She lifted herself up slowly, almost letting him slip out completely, then sank back down. The rhythm was torturous, designed to make them
both lose their minds.
“God, El, you feel so good,” Marcus cried out, his muscles straining against the handcuffs.
“You like that?” Elara chuckled, picking up her pace slightly.
She rode him harder now, her hips moving in circles and then up and down, finding the angle that made stars explode behind her eyes.
“Say it,” she demanded, looking down at him with eyes dark with lust. “Say how much you love my pussy.”
“I- I love it,” Marcus stammered, his breath ragged and uneven. “I love your pussy, El. So fucking much.”
Then suddenly, he called out. “Stop. Elara, stop.”
She froze immediately, concern flashing across her face. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
“No.” His eyes were wild, desperate. “Uncuff me. Right now.”
“But I thought….”
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She reached up quickly, fumbling with the release mechanism on the handcuffs. The moment his hands were free, everything changed.
Marcus’s hands shot to her ass, grabbing both cheeks and spreading them wider. His hips lifted off the bed as he started pounding into her from below, the force of it making her gasp. Pleasure spiked through her veins like electricity.
He moved faster now, harder, taking complete control. His hands were everywhere, roaming her body. gripping and grabbing everything he could reach. Her breasts, her waist, her thighs, her ass.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” Elara cried, her hands bracing against his chest as he drove into her relentlessly.
“That’s it,” Marcus growled. “Take it, El. Take all of it.”
“Oh God, Marcus,” she moaned. “Faster, please, faster.”
His hands moved to her hips, holding her in place as he thrust up into her with brutal intensity. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with their moans and gasps and the occasional curse.
“Fuck yes,” Marcus snarled, his thrusts becoming even rougher.
Elara’s orgasm started building, the coil in her belly tightening with each stroke. She could feel it approaching, that edge she was about to fall over. Her entire body was trembling, every nerve ending on
fire.
Then Marcus’s fingers found her clit, rubbing it in tight, deliberate circles.
“Oh God, Marcus!” she cried out, her voice breaking.
“Come for me, Elara,” he ordered, his voice raw and commanding. “Come all over my dick.”
The words sent her over the edge. Her body clenched around him as the pleasure exploded, radiating out from her core to every part of her body. She screamed his name as her entire body trembled, waves of ecstasy crashing over her again and again.
Marcus groaned, thrusting into her one last time before he came with a low, guttural curse. She felt him pulse inside her, hot and deep, filling her completely.
For a long moment, they stayed there, both of them breathing heavily. Their bodies were slick with sweat, hearts pounding in sync. Elara collapsed forward onto his chest, completely spent, and Marcus wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
Neither of them spoke. They just lay there in the aftermath, their breathing slowly returning to normal, their bodies still connected.
Marcus’s hand came up to stroke her hair, his fingers running through the strands gently. “You’re incredible,” he whispered.
“So are you.”
“That nurse outfit is staying, by the way. We’re definitely doing that again.”
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Elara laughed softly against his chest. “Deal.”
They lay there for a few more minutes, neither one wanting to move. Finally, Elara shifted slightly, lifting her head to look at him.
“We should probably clean up,” she said.
“Probably.”
But neither of them moved. They just stayed there, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world completely forgotten.
After a while, Marcus shifted, carefully lifting Elara off him and setting her down beside him on the bed. He stood up, his legs slightly unsteady, and walked to the bathroom. She heard the shower turn on a moment later.
“Come on,” he called out. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
Elara groaned but forced herself to stand. Her legs felt like jelly, and there was a pleasant soreness between her thighs that would probably last until tomorrow.
She walked into the bathroom where Marcus was already under the hot spray. He held out his hand to her, and she took it, stepping into the shower with him.
They washed each other slowly, tenderly, the sexual energy from earlier replaced by something softer. Marcus shampooed her hair while she washed his chest. They rinsed off together, taking their time.
When they finally got out and dried off, they climbed back into bed. Marcus pulled Elara against his chest, wrapping his arms around her in that protective way he always did.
“Goodnight, El,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
“Goodnight, Marcus.”
Within minutes, they were both asleep, tangled together in the middle of the bed.
