Kratos Marc
Wellknown Ace
The room was heavy with heat and silence. Just the sound of breathing, hers quick and shallow, his slow and steady. The only light came from somewhere behind them, casting their bodies as dark shapes against a pale gray glow.
She was bent over, hands pressed flat against something cold. A dresser maybe. Or the edge of a bed. Her back curved beautifully from her neck down to the rise of her ass. Her ponytail hung behind her, a dark rope waiting to be pulled.
He grabbed it.
His fist closed around her hair and yanked. Her head snapped back. Her throat opened up, exposed and vulnerable. A soft sound escaped her lips. Not pain. Not quite pleasure. Something in between.
He held her there. Let her feel his strength. Let her know who was in control.
His other hand found her hip. Then slid lower. He could feel the heat coming off her skin. She was ready. So ready.
He didn't say a word. Didn't need to.
His cock was already hard. Thick and heavy. He guided it to her wet slit, let the head slide through her slick folds. She whimpered and pushed back against him, begging without words.
He gave her what she wanted.
He pushed inside her in one long, deep stroke. She cried out. Her walls clenched around him, tight and hot and perfect. He buried himself to the hilt. His balls pressed against her. For a moment he just stayed there, letting her feel how deep he was.
Then he started to move.
Slow at first. Pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. Letting her feel every inch of him. Her moans filled the room. Soft and desperate.
"Please," she breathed. "Please don't stop."
He didn't.
He fucked her harder. His hips slapped against her ass. The sound wet and loud in the quiet room. His grip on her hair never loosened. He used it to control her. To angle her the way he wanted. To make sure he hit that spot that made her gasp every time.
Her legs started to shake. Her moans turned into wordless cries. She was close. He could feel it. Feel her tightening around him. Feel her body begging for release.
"Come for me," he growled.
And she did.
Her orgasm hit her like a wave. Violent and sudden. She screamed. Her body shuddered. Her pussy clamped down on him, squeezing and milking him.
That was all he needed.
He buried himself deep and let go. His cum filled her. Hot and thick. Pulse after pulse. He kept thrusting through it, fucking his seed deeper into her.
When he was done, he stayed inside her for a long moment. Both of them breathing hard. Both of them slick with sweat.
Then he pulled out slowly.
His cum dripped down her thigh. Glittering in the dim light.
He let go of her hair.
She stayed bent over. Too weak to move. Too satisfied to care.
He turned and walked away. Disappeared into the shadows.
Leaving her alone. Covered in him. Marked.
Just friends.
She was bent over, hands pressed flat against something cold. A dresser maybe. Or the edge of a bed. Her back curved beautifully from her neck down to the rise of her ass. Her ponytail hung behind her, a dark rope waiting to be pulled.
He grabbed it.
His fist closed around her hair and yanked. Her head snapped back. Her throat opened up, exposed and vulnerable. A soft sound escaped her lips. Not pain. Not quite pleasure. Something in between.
He held her there. Let her feel his strength. Let her know who was in control.
His other hand found her hip. Then slid lower. He could feel the heat coming off her skin. She was ready. So ready.
He didn't say a word. Didn't need to.
His cock was already hard. Thick and heavy. He guided it to her wet slit, let the head slide through her slick folds. She whimpered and pushed back against him, begging without words.
He gave her what she wanted.
He pushed inside her in one long, deep stroke. She cried out. Her walls clenched around him, tight and hot and perfect. He buried himself to the hilt. His balls pressed against her. For a moment he just stayed there, letting her feel how deep he was.
Then he started to move.
Slow at first. Pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. Letting her feel every inch of him. Her moans filled the room. Soft and desperate.
"Please," she breathed. "Please don't stop."
He didn't.
He fucked her harder. His hips slapped against her ass. The sound wet and loud in the quiet room. His grip on her hair never loosened. He used it to control her. To angle her the way he wanted. To make sure he hit that spot that made her gasp every time.
Her legs started to shake. Her moans turned into wordless cries. She was close. He could feel it. Feel her tightening around him. Feel her body begging for release.
"Come for me," he growled.
And she did.
Her orgasm hit her like a wave. Violent and sudden. She screamed. Her body shuddered. Her pussy clamped down on him, squeezing and milking him.
That was all he needed.
He buried himself deep and let go. His cum filled her. Hot and thick. Pulse after pulse. He kept thrusting through it, fucking his seed deeper into her.
When he was done, he stayed inside her for a long moment. Both of them breathing hard. Both of them slick with sweat.
Then he pulled out slowly.
His cum dripped down her thigh. Glittering in the dim light.
He let go of her hair.
She stayed bent over. Too weak to move. Too satisfied to care.
He turned and walked away. Disappeared into the shadows.
Leaving her alone. Covered in him. Marked.
Just friends.
