Marking Her
My desire to be marked. Mostly just an emotional outlet and extremely, extremely short.
What was with her and wanting him to mark her? Not just with bruises as he bit and sucked her flesh, which was always fun, no doubt. No, she wanted to be marked with his scent; she wanted him to cum on her skin so every man that approached her could smell his pheromones claiming her. She wanted him to stretch her and make her sore in every entrance he could so that every time she moved she thought about him fucking her until she could only scream.
She wanted to wear a collar for him, feel him grip her hair and twist it in his grasp as he came in her. She ached to be owned by him. The teeth marks and hickeys were never enough; she wanted to be claimed in every way. Fucked her until she was screaming so loudly everyone knew what they were doing. Hell she didn’t care if they knew, she wanted them to hear it and be jealous.
As he bit into her shoulder, and fucked her slow and deep she shuddered, clenching and pulsating around him. Fuck, it felt so good, she was so desperate for this connection and when she actually got it from him it was always so perfect, everything was so perfect after it. Everything just fell into place… it all felt right. She was so in over her head, she knew it, he probably knew it, and everyone knew it.