Kratos Marc
Wellknown Ace
The living room was dim, lit only by the glow of the TV screen as they settled on the couch for a lazy Netflix night. Him and her, best friends for years, had done this a hundred times—popcorn in hand, feet tangled under a blanket.
But tonight, something felt different. He couldn't stop glancing at her. The way her hair strands fell messily over her neck, soft and inviting, made his pulse quicken. Her lips, full and slightly parted as she laughed at the show, drew his eyes like a magnet. And that cleavage peeking from her loose tank top—curves rising and falling with each breath—stirred a heat low in his gut.
She shifted closer, her thigh brushing his, and he caught the faint scent of her skin, warm and sweet. 'This movie's boring,' she murmured, her voice husky, lips curving into a teasing smile. He nodded, but his mind wasn't on the screen. His gaze lingered on the smooth line of her neck, imagining his mouth there, tasting her. The air between them thickened, charged with unspoken want.
Without a word, he reached out, his fingers tracing her jaw. She turned to him, eyes darkening with the same hunger. Their lips crashed together, hot and urgent. His hands roamed her body, sliding under her top to cup her breasts, thumbs circling her hardening nipples. She gasped into his mouth, arching against him. The remote clattered to the floor as the movie droned on, forgotten.
He pulled her tank top off, exposing her bare skin. Her nipples stood stiff, begging for attention. He leaned down, sucking one into his mouth hard, tongue swirling around the peak. She moaned loudly, the sound echoing through the quiet house. 'Oh fuck,' she whimpered, her fingers digging into his hair. He bit down gently, teeth grazing the sensitive bud, then sucked again, pulling it deep while his hand kneaded her other breast. Her body trembled, breaths coming in short, needy pants.
She tugged at his shirt, yanking it over his head, her nails raking his chest. He shoved her shorts down, fingers diving between her thighs. Her pussy was already soaked, slick and hot. He pushed two fingers deep inside, curling them to hit that spot that made her cry out. 'Yes, right there,' she gasped, hips bucking against his hand. He pumped faster, thumb rubbing her clit, feeling her walls clench around him. She was breathless now, moans turning into desperate screams that filled the room.
He couldn't wait anymore. He stripped off his pants, his cock springing free, thick and throbbing. She stared at it, licking her lips, then dropped to her knees on the couch. Her mouth wrapped around him, taking him deep into her throat. He groaned, hands fisting her hair as she sucked hard, tongue sliding along the underside. He thrust forward, pushing deeper, fucking her mouth with rough strokes. She gagged a little but took it all, saliva dripping down her chin, eyes watering with lust.
'Get on the couch,' he growled, pulling her up. She bent over the armrest, ass up, pussy glistening. He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back as he positioned himself behind her. His hand slid around her throat, choking her lightly, feeling her pulse race under his fingers. She moaned, loud and wild, the sound bouncing off the walls. He slammed into her from behind, cock burying deep in her tight pussy. Every stroke was hard, forceful, the slap of skin on skin echoing like thunder through the house.
'Fuck me harder,' she begged, voice breaking. He obliged, pounding into her relentlessly, his free hand pulling her hair tighter. Her moans grew louder, raw and unrestrained—'Ah! Yes! Oh god!'—filling every corner of the home. He released her throat to slap her ass, then wrapped his fingers around it again, squeezing as he drove deeper. Her body shook, pussy gripping him like a vice, juices coating his balls.
He flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Leaning down, he sucked her nipples again, biting one sharply while fingering her clit. She arched off the couch, screaming his name—no, just raw sounds of pleasure. He thrust back inside, fucking her missionary now, each plunge making her tits bounce. He choked her throat once more, watching her face flush, eyes rolling back as she gasped for air between moans.
Deeper he went, hips slamming, cock stretching her fully. She clawed at his back, legs wrapping around him. 'I'm gonna cum,' she cried, voice hoarse. He fucked harder, grunting with every stroke, the couch creaking under them. Her orgasm hit like a wave, pussy pulsing around him, milking his cock. He couldn't hold back—thrusting deep one last time, he exploded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her pussy, so much it leaked out around him.
Panting, bodies slick with sweat. Her moans still echoed in his ears, the house alive with their passion. He kissed her neck, tasting the salt on her skin, knowing this night had changed everything between them.
But tonight, something felt different. He couldn't stop glancing at her. The way her hair strands fell messily over her neck, soft and inviting, made his pulse quicken. Her lips, full and slightly parted as she laughed at the show, drew his eyes like a magnet. And that cleavage peeking from her loose tank top—curves rising and falling with each breath—stirred a heat low in his gut.
She shifted closer, her thigh brushing his, and he caught the faint scent of her skin, warm and sweet. 'This movie's boring,' she murmured, her voice husky, lips curving into a teasing smile. He nodded, but his mind wasn't on the screen. His gaze lingered on the smooth line of her neck, imagining his mouth there, tasting her. The air between them thickened, charged with unspoken want.
Without a word, he reached out, his fingers tracing her jaw. She turned to him, eyes darkening with the same hunger. Their lips crashed together, hot and urgent. His hands roamed her body, sliding under her top to cup her breasts, thumbs circling her hardening nipples. She gasped into his mouth, arching against him. The remote clattered to the floor as the movie droned on, forgotten.
He pulled her tank top off, exposing her bare skin. Her nipples stood stiff, begging for attention. He leaned down, sucking one into his mouth hard, tongue swirling around the peak. She moaned loudly, the sound echoing through the quiet house. 'Oh fuck,' she whimpered, her fingers digging into his hair. He bit down gently, teeth grazing the sensitive bud, then sucked again, pulling it deep while his hand kneaded her other breast. Her body trembled, breaths coming in short, needy pants.
She tugged at his shirt, yanking it over his head, her nails raking his chest. He shoved her shorts down, fingers diving between her thighs. Her pussy was already soaked, slick and hot. He pushed two fingers deep inside, curling them to hit that spot that made her cry out. 'Yes, right there,' she gasped, hips bucking against his hand. He pumped faster, thumb rubbing her clit, feeling her walls clench around him. She was breathless now, moans turning into desperate screams that filled the room.
He couldn't wait anymore. He stripped off his pants, his cock springing free, thick and throbbing. She stared at it, licking her lips, then dropped to her knees on the couch. Her mouth wrapped around him, taking him deep into her throat. He groaned, hands fisting her hair as she sucked hard, tongue sliding along the underside. He thrust forward, pushing deeper, fucking her mouth with rough strokes. She gagged a little but took it all, saliva dripping down her chin, eyes watering with lust.
'Get on the couch,' he growled, pulling her up. She bent over the armrest, ass up, pussy glistening. He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back as he positioned himself behind her. His hand slid around her throat, choking her lightly, feeling her pulse race under his fingers. She moaned, loud and wild, the sound bouncing off the walls. He slammed into her from behind, cock burying deep in her tight pussy. Every stroke was hard, forceful, the slap of skin on skin echoing like thunder through the house.
'Fuck me harder,' she begged, voice breaking. He obliged, pounding into her relentlessly, his free hand pulling her hair tighter. Her moans grew louder, raw and unrestrained—'Ah! Yes! Oh god!'—filling every corner of the home. He released her throat to slap her ass, then wrapped his fingers around it again, squeezing as he drove deeper. Her body shook, pussy gripping him like a vice, juices coating his balls.
He flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Leaning down, he sucked her nipples again, biting one sharply while fingering her clit. She arched off the couch, screaming his name—no, just raw sounds of pleasure. He thrust back inside, fucking her missionary now, each plunge making her tits bounce. He choked her throat once more, watching her face flush, eyes rolling back as she gasped for air between moans.
Deeper he went, hips slamming, cock stretching her fully. She clawed at his back, legs wrapping around him. 'I'm gonna cum,' she cried, voice hoarse. He fucked harder, grunting with every stroke, the couch creaking under them. Her orgasm hit like a wave, pussy pulsing around him, milking his cock. He couldn't hold back—thrusting deep one last time, he exploded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her pussy, so much it leaked out around him.
Panting, bodies slick with sweat. Her moans still echoed in his ears, the house alive with their passion. He kissed her neck, tasting the salt on her skin, knowing this night had changed everything between them.
im just wondering who it is
