Freaky Shit

Chapter 7: Brat (bxb)

I stretch, trying to bury myself deeper into my bed. 'It's way to early to be awake' I think. I roll over,

realizing why i'm suddenly wide awake. I've gotta pee and the arms wrapped around me aren't helping.

"Marcus," I try and pry his arms off me. He only pulls me closer to his chest. He's so warm and it feels

so good. 'Maybe I don't need to get up just yet' I think. But his arms tighten and I really need to get

them off me.

"I know you can hear me." I turn so i'm facing him. He's smirking like an idiot. "Then say it." His voice is

raspy and god it's hot. But lucky for both of us, i'm feeling like a brat today.

"No." I turn so my back is to him.

"Baby," He pushes he's lower half into my ass. Major morning wood. I turn my head away. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"Fuck you." I mumble. That's it, he wraps a hand around my neck.

"That's a naughty word baby boy," He licks a trail up my neck and behind my ear, nipping at the lobe,

"and very disrespectful." I squirm without think and he groans. God, it's such a pretty sound. I whine as

he pulls me to face him, his hard on rubbing against mine. "If you want me to do something about that,"

he says wrapping a hand around my erection, "all you have to do is say it." I'm losing ground and I can

feel myself slipping into sub space. I lock my eyes with his and swallow trying to regain my composure.

"Fuck. You." I spit, scowling. I can see the fire in his eyes and realize that I just made a big mistake,

ands he's gonna make sure I know it. But I already know i'll love ever second of it. He moves on top of

me and flips me face down on the bed in one quick motion. He moves his hand from my dick to my hip

pushing me into the mattress, and the other from it's grip on my neck to grabbing a fistful of my hair. He

lines himself up with my hole. I whine when he pauses. He doesn't move, so I wiggle my butt back. He

keeps a hold on my hip and I can't move back and he's not doing anything. I groan push my face into

the pillow. This is my punishment. He knows i'm always eager to let him do what he wants with me, and

he's doing exactly what he wants. He leans down and bites at my neck, leaving small marks.

"Inpatient are we, Kitten?" His voice is low and rough. He pulls away from my neck and slams into me. I

hiss through gritted teeth, but soon the pain starts to subside.

"Fuck your so tight." Marcus groans.

"Mmm~ Daddy," I moan.

"So now you're gonna be good?" He leans down to whisper in my ear, "gonna be a good little slut." He

bites at the outer shell of my ear.

"Gonna take my cock like a needy little whore." I whine, needing him to move, or touch me. I need him

to do something.

"You love letting me fuck you senseless don't you bitch?" He drags his teeth down the side of my neck.

"Y-yes Sir." I breathe.

"Good." He pulls out until he's almost completely out of me. I whine, trying to move back onto him. He's

doing it again. He holds my hips down and stays still a little longer. Finally he slams back into me and I

moan at the pain and pleasure. He evens out his thrusts and soon all I can do is moan.

"Mm, god right there- yeeesss fuuuck. Mnnh s-so good Daddy." I moan, knowing he loves it when i'm

loud.

"You like that Kitten?" He lets go of my hair and drags his nails down my back. When he reaches my

ass he smacks it. I moan, 'god i'm such a slut' I think.

"A- mm," I moan as he hits my prostate again and again, "Ah- m-more." Is all I manage to stutter out.

"What this?" He asks, smacking my ass again. "You like that, bitch?" I moan in response. He fucks me

deeper into the mattress and I whine, the pressure becoming painful against my erection. As if he can

read my thoughts, Marcus wraps his arm around me and pulls me up to my elbows. My painfully hard

dick smacks up against my stomach and I moan, finally getting some sort of friction. I leaned back into

him more and stroked myself. The relief was overwhelming and within seconds I felt a familiar feeling

pool in my stomach.

"Sh-shit, i'm gonna come." I pant.

"Me to baby." He groaned. I pushed back farther on him, my walls clenching around him as I came.

Marcus came soon behind me, pulling out of me and stroking himself through his high. I collapsed onto

the bed, panting.

"Are we done using naughty words baby?" He asked laying down beside me and pulling me into his

chest. He intertwined our fingers and I smiled. 'Softy' I thought.

"Mmm... maybe," I smirked.

"Round two then?" He said moving our still interlocked hands down to my ass.

"Fuck, me." I mumbled.

"I believe I just did." He replied cheekily, moving his hand so it was on top of mine, guiding one of my

fingers between my cheeks. I gasped, my cheeks turning pink.

"I can't believe you." I said stubbornly, although we both knew i'd give in.