Marco always knew how to fluster you most.
Of course, just his sheer size in comparison to your own was enough to set your cheeks burning. The man was a force to be reckoned with, on and off the battlefield.
You often couldn’t look away from his muscular arms when they wrapped around your shoulder or stomach, or his broad chest as he lounged on the deck of the Moby Dick on particularly sunny days. This fact, he exploited and teased you with on a regular basis.
Especially in the privacy of his bedroom, where you currently found yourself trapped.
“Look at you, all laid out for me.” He mumbles lazily, half-lidded eyes dragging down your naked body as you squirmed in place beneath him. “What a pretty little thing you are, Y/N…”
He was equally exposed, muscles on display for your greedy gaze, his erect cock twitching in the trapped between his stomach and your pulsing cunt. You knew better than to try wiggling or lifting your hips for friction. He’d only pull away.
So close to where you wanted him, and yet just out of reach…
You tried your damndest to tug your hands from where he held them above your head, but alas his strength was too great. That realization was not helping your flustered state of being either. “Marco-”
“Should I tell you all the things I’ve wanted to do to you all day, yoi…?” He continues on, hand not holding your wrists to the bed reaching down to trail a path of fire down the valley between your breasts. The sensation makes your breath hitch, and his smug grin widen. “…or would you prefer I just show you instead?”
Amidst your dithering, you managed to squeak out a quiet reply. “Sh-show me…please…”
His chuckle promised heaven would follow. “Good girl.”
You’re caught off guard as he retracts his hips just enough to plunge his cock straight into your awaiting heat. A strangled, pleading gasp escapes your lips, thighs tensing as you finally received the fullness you’d been craving so badly.
“Mmm…” You hear him groan out, “nice and wet.”
If you had a voice, you’d chastise him for intentionally saying such dirty things, but he starts thrusting at a pace that robs you of all cognitive function. The drag of his cock along your walls is pure bliss, and the way his stomach muscles bunch and flex as he snaps his hips is mesmerizing, intoxicating…you can’t seem to look away.
The litany of cries from your lips fills the space of his cabin. And while you know you should probably keep it down, so late into the night, the way your body feels refuses to allow you to stop. He drags your moans out from you, whether you like it or not.
Marco is a pirate, through and through, taking what he wants without the fear of consequences.
You want so badly to touch him, to feel his hardened chest with your fingers as he takes you with harsh thrusts, but his grip on your wrists is steel, unforgiving. Your keening moans take on a whining quality, and he looks up to you, wondering what was going on in your head.
But that damned smirk is all he gives you, knowing exactly what you want and refusing to give it to you.
Your nails dig into the skin of his hands, pleasure hiking up a degree as his free hand moves to your leg, pressing it flat into the bed to stretch you out and give him more room to maneuver.
You’re breathless, panting and gasping at the changing in angle, and Marco lowers himself to your neck, teeth scraping against the sensitive skin only to follow up with a apologetic swipe of his tongue to soothe any pain.
Your head lolls to the side, granting him access to your neck and begging without words for him to mark you, as he so wants to do. For as predictable as you are, so can he be. The way his shaky breath fans over your skin, his mouth latching on to suck at your skin while his hands tweak one of your pert nipple, you can tell he’s just itching to mark you. Perhaps it’s an instinct, you can’t be sure.
The barrage of sensations begin to chip away at your composure, the coil in your cunt spinning and tightening further and further the more Marco toys with you as he pleases. Your hips buck into his thrusts, wanting more, seeking more, just a little more…and his hand abandons your breast to play with the sensitive nub on your clit.
You twitch, a harsh gasp ripping from your throat as you crash into your orgasm, muscles tensing and sound muffling as the blood rushes through your veins. Marco’s grunt of surprise as your walls contract around his flesh makes him stutter in his rhythm.
You’re caught off guard as not two thrusts later, he’s pulled out from your body, the tip of his cock throbbing with each rope of seed that spurts onto your stomach. Marco’s expression is blown over with pleasure, chest heaving with the need to breathe. Your can’t help but watch the sight with erotic fascination.
“I’ve wanted to see you…painted white…” He breathes out, eyes lavishing over your disheveled state in lust, “…all damn day.”
You bite your lip, flustered and unsure of how to respond. You try once more to pull your hands from out of his grip, and this time he lets you.
Unable to resist, you run your finger through one of the tracks of cum he’s released onto your belly, stopping a small amount and looking him dead in the eyes as you swirl your tongue out to lick it off. It’s salty and somewhat thick, and you hum your appreciation to ensure he knows just how much you like it.
Marco’s eyes follow your every move, breath already returning from the fast fuck he’d just put you through. What’s more, his cock has already began to stiffen again from lust. He was remarkably fast to recover from most everything, sex included, which you were more than pleased with.
You see the moment that his patience snaps, seeing you lick his cum right off your own fingers, and he’s flipped you over onto your hands and knees before you can comprehend what was happening. You try to lift your head and look behind you, but can only keep yourself braced in place as Marco’s cock fills you once more.
Setting a fast and brutal pace, his hands latch onto your hips and drag you backwards into each of his thrusts, fucking you as rough as he possibly can. Over the sounds of your own wild cries, you can hear his feral grunts, all pretense of keeping some semblance of control out the window as he fucks you senseless.
The loud slaps of your bodies clapping together, the wetness of your first orgasm lubricating him to slide in and out as easily as possible, could surely be heard from outside the room. It’s dirty. It’s nowhere close to the sensual second rounds you were so used to.
But you loved every second.
There’s no slow build up to another orgasm. He’s set you on the fast track, cock hitting so deep your toes curl into the sheets of his bed. You know your skin will hold marks from where his fingers are holding your hips so tightly, the bruises surely a sight to behold come morning.
Your overstimulated nerves erratically register the impending orgasm, each thrust nearly enough to send you teetering off that cliff once again. It’s tense, the feeling of being so close and yet not nearly there. Your entire body clenches with preparation.
Ragged curses spill from Marco’s lips as he feels you begin to clench. It’s so tight, and the pressure on his hardened flesh is second to none. And when the sound of your name is mixed in, so reverent and debauched, you’re unexpectedly dragged into your second orgasm.
It’s nearly blinding. Your arm and leg muscles shake with the force of the waves of pleasure coursing through you. And this time, Marco isn’t a moment behind you, spilling his load deep in your wet cunt, rutting with each new spurt of seed. Your gasp breaths for air are loud and long, trying to come down from such an intense high.
You can’t keep yourself upright anymore and collapse onto the bed, Marco’s heavy and bigger body following not a moment behind. He slips from your entrance and you feel a moment of emptiness.
The bed is surely to be dirtied from the cum on your stomach, but neither of you seem to care, basking in the sweaty, post-sex glow. Predictably, Marco still recovers much faster than you, his fingers trailing down the skin of your arm as he waits for your breathing to normalize.
You open your mouth to say something, but find no words come out. As if knowing your dilemma, Marco simply smiles, shifting over to place a kiss against your shoulder. You return his smile and sigh, nestling deeper into his embrace.
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