Naomi's POV

Marcus fucks the way he does everything - hard, efficient, zero wasted movement. Every thrust jolts me forward on the table and drives a sound out of me that I have to muffle in my own forearm.

He's thicker than Vincent, and I can feel the stretch of him forcing my swollen walls apart, pushing through the wetness with a friction that's making my eyes roll.

He grips the back of my neck and pins my face to the felt. "Your daddy raised a perfect little fucktoy," he grunts, slamming deep enough that I feel it in my stomach. "Bet he doesn't know his princess takes cock like...