The blur of the city streets whipped past Kelly’s windshield as she sped home, her heart pounding in sync with the throb between her legs. The cool night air did little to quell the heat still simmering in her veins, a remnant of the encounter that had left her trembling and breathless. Her fingers gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, as she navigated the empty roads, the memory of six powerful bodies pressing against her, filling her, branding her, playing on repeat in her mind. The drive was a haze of conflicting emotions�arousal warring with confusion, desire tangled with a growing sense of entrapment. By the time she pulled into her parents’ driveway, the first pale streaks of dawn were painting the sky, a silent witness to her transformation.
Her parents’ house was quiet, the world inside oblivious to the storm raging within her. She crept inside, her movements mechanical, her mind still back in that apartment, back with them. The smell of her mother’s coffee lingered in the kitchen, a homely scent that felt alien to her now. She showered quickly, the hot water scalding her skin but doing nothing to wash away the ghostly touch of their hands, the weight of their cocks, the taste of their sweat. As she dressed, her fingers trembled, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of their possession.
The next two days were a charade, a performance for her parents’ benefit. She smiled, she laughed, she pretended everything was normal. But her mind was elsewhere, consumed by the memory of Jake’s deep voice, Jamal’s rough hands, Kad’s hungry gaze, Tyrone’s relentless thrusts, and Marc’s commanding presence. She thought of Mel, his silent intensity, the way he watched her like she was prey. Her body ached for them, a constant, throbbing need that made it impossible to focus on anything else. She found herself drifting to the bathroom, touching herself in the shower, her fingers mimicking their movements, but it was never enough. She needed them.
The call to Ron was a necessary evil. She kept her voice light, her tone breezy, as she lied about enjoying her visit. “I’ll be back soon, ” she promised, her heart pounding with guilt and something darker, something she couldn’t name. After hanging up, she informed her parents she was leaving, her bags already packed, her mind already on the road back to Marc’s apartment. Her drive was fueled by a desperate hunger, a need so primal it scared her. The miles blurred together as her thoughts fixated on their cocks, thick and hard, filling her, stretching her, claiming her. She could almost feel Marc’s hands on her hips, guiding her, owning her. By the time she pulled up to the apartment building, her pussy was wet, her nipples hard, her body trembling with anticipation.
Marc answered the door, his dark eyes scanning her, taking in her flushed cheeks and eager expression. His lips curved into a smirk as he stepped aside, but before she could enter, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her close. “Not so fast, Kelly, ” he said, his voice low and commanding. “You want in? Prove it.”
His words sent a jolt of heat through her. She knew what he wanted. She stripped quickly, her clothes falling to the floor in a forgotten heap. Naked, she dropped to her knees, her eyes locked on his thick, throbbing cock. It was already hard, veins bulging, the head glistening with pre-cum. She licked her lips, her mouth watering as she took him in, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting the salty sweetness of his desire.
Marc groaned, his hands tangling in her blonde hair, guiding her movements. “That’s it, baby, ” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. “Suck it like you mean it. Show me how much you want it.”
She moaned around his cock, her lips tight, her tongue working feverishly. She bobbed her head, taking him deeper, her throat tightening around him. He tasted like sin, like power, like everything she craved. She wanted to please him, to make him groan her name, to prove she was worthy of what was to come. “Fuck, Kelly, ” he growled, his grip tightening in her hair. “You’re a natural. But enough teasing. Get inside.”
He pulled her up, his cock still throbbing from her eager mouth. He led her to the bedroom, the air thick with anticipation. She moved like a woman possessed, her body aching for more. Marc picked up the phone, dialing Mel. “She’s here, ” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Ready for us.”
Kelly’s heart hammered in her chest as she pressed her bare breasts against the cool glass of the window. The contrast between the chill of the pane and the heat of her skin sent shivers down her spine. She could hear Marc’s footsteps behind her, heavy and purposeful. His hands gripped her hips, his touch branding her, claiming her. She felt the head of his cock nudge at her entrance, thick and insistent.
He pushed inside, slow and deliberate, stretching her, filling her completely. She gasped, her head falling back, her breasts flattening against the window. He began to thrust, his breath hot against her neck, his hands gripping her hips like he owned her. “You’re mine now, ” he growled, his voice a primal rumble. “And you’re gonna take every inch.”
Kelly moaned, her body arching back, her pussy clenching around him, desperate to hold him, to keep him buried deep. The window before her seemed to blur, the world outside fading as her focus narrowed to the man behind her, the cock filling her, the pleasure building to an inevitable climax. Marc’s thrusts quickened, his grip tightening on her hips as he drove deeper, his balls slapping against her with each stroke.
“You like that, don’t you?” he whispered, his voice harsh, possessive. “Being used like this, my cock owning your pussy?”
Kelly could only nod, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The window against her seemed to pulse with the rhythm of their bodies, a silent witness to their primal dance. The scene remained suspended, the future uncertain, as Marc continued to fuck her with a ferocity that left her trembling, her fate hanging in the balance, her body screaming for release, for completion, for the inevitable moment when he would fill her, claim her, mark her as his.