Chapter 4: Crossing the Line

My back was pressed hard against the cool wall of the pool house as Marcus lifted me like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist, ankles locked behind his back. The thick head of his cock nudged insistently against my soaked entrance, sliding through my slick folds but not pushing inside yet.

He was teasing and torturing me.

Marcus stared into my eyes, his face only inches away. His breathing was heavy, chest rising and falling. The muscles in his arms flexed as he held me up effortlessly.

“Last chance, princess,” he rasped, voice dark and strained. “Once I sink into this...