“OCEAN DEEP 2”

Marius’s subsequent assault on me was urgent and relentless. His movements conveyed a hunger and determination that took my breath away. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to exhaust me because he had an idea or perhaps guessed that I intended to show off my prowess this time. But all those thoughts dissolved into the background, rendered insignificant by the overwhelming sensation of his presence.

Right there on that antique console table, Marius rained down a series of powerful, unyielding thrusts on me. Each motion was deliberate, each stroke driving his manhood deep into my entrance, creating a sensation of intense pleasure that bordered on the unbearable. Every thrust seemed to ignite a new wave of fire within me, building upon the one before until I felt like I was aflame from the inside out.

If it had just been me being ravaged at that moment, I might have collapsed from exhaustion. But my body responded to his invasion with a fervor that surprised even me. My sex accepted each brutal onslaught that Marius inflicted upon it, and as the true and sole owner of the womanhood he was now ravishing with such delicious intensity, I surrendered without hesitation.

I matched every thrust with a willingness to please, responding to Marius in ways I knew would delight the father of my child. His hand was still on my rear, delivering hard, possessive slaps that only made me scream louder with pleasure. I stayed in that position, my body compliant and eager, and soon enough, Marius grabbed my face and forced me to look at him. He kissed me again, this time with a demanding tongue that sought to dominate mine.

I didn’t shy away from the sensual battle he initiated. My tongue met his with equal fervor, dancing and dueling in a rhythm that mirrored the ferocity of his thrusts. He only broke the kiss when he missed the taste of my lips, diving back in with an even more aggressive passion.

Somewhere in the midst of this torrid exchange, I began to move my hips, instinctively meeting his powerful thrusts. I didn’t know what possessed me to do it, but I didn’t regret it for a second, especially when I felt Marius become even more savage and unrestrained in his assault. Each powerful drive sent waves of ecstasy through me, heightening the fiery pleasure that consumed us both.

“Ohhhhhhh… Uuuuuuhhhhh…” I moaned, my entire being alight with the heat of our passion as I met every thrust of Marius’s rigid length with equal fervor.

“You seem to be enjoying this, huh? Am I right, Sam?” Marius’s voice was a growl of raw desire as he brushed aside the hair covering my face.

“Yes! Ohhhh! Yes!” I cried out, nearly feral in my need.

If I compared myself to a mortar and pestle, I was pounding my womanhood against his fierce readiness with relentless force. I had to admit, I was burning with desire at that moment and had no intention of stopping. Come to think of it, when had I ever wanted to stop while in the throes of passion with Marius? I always felt as if I had no right to rest, as if every second was too precious to waste because each one brought me closer to a bliss that was almost maddening in its intensity.

Every second was calculated, every movement deliberate. That was how Marius made love, and I knew he intended to push me to the brink. He was relentless, and I knew he wouldn’t stop until I was completely undone.

Each thrust from Marius felt like a claim, a promise, and a proclamation all at once. His relentless rhythm, the way he moved inside me, it spoke of a love that was as fierce as it was passionate. I could see it in his eyes every time he made me look at our reflection in the mirror. The raw desire there was tempered by an unmistakable tenderness, a love that made my heart race even faster.

“Please, let me come,” I whispered, my plea followed by a long, shuddering moan.

Sweat poured down my body, making my skin glisten under the dim light filtering through the curtains. The air conditioning was off, but the house remained comfortably cool. Still, for this kind of intense lovemaking, an air-conditioned room would have been preferable. Despite the sweat dripping from our bodies, I continued to meet every thrust with a fervor that left me breathless, my mind a chaotic mix of pleasure and curses. God forgive me, but the rough passion Marius was delivering was driving me wild.

“Oh, please, you’re so deep, I can feel you hitting my tummy!” I screamed.

It was as if Marius had been waiting to hear that. After my outburst, his movements became even more relentless, each thrust more powerful than the last. I had no idea he still had untapped depths of intensity to show me, and I discovered them in that very position.

“Damn this pussy!” Marius shouted before delivering a final, brutal thrust that sent me over the edge. The hot rush of his release inside me was my undoing.

I bit my lower lip, my eyes squeezed shut as I savored the exquisite pleasure of his climax filling me. My breath came in ragged gasps, but Marius didn’t stop. He knew I had come, yet he continued his merciless rhythm, determined to prolong our ecstasy. It was his way, and I had always known that he was merciless when we were like this. He proved it once more as he decided to change our position without even withdrawing from me.

“Ohhh, Sam, your juices are so hot, it feels amazing flowing over me,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my head.

I was weak, and Marius knew it. He took full advantage of my vulnerable state, positioning me against the wall and pressing me firmly against it. A shiver of anticipation ran through me at the new sensation.

He held my wrists in his hands, keeping me in place. Marius waited just long enough for me to gather my strength, and when he sensed I was ready, he resumed his relentless thrusts, each one shaking me to my core.

Marius’s hands moved from my wrists to my hips, his grip firm and possessive. His fingers dug into my flesh, not to cause pain but to anchor me to him. I felt his breath against my ear, hot and ragged, each exhale a testament to his own arousal. He pressed a kiss to my neck, a brief moment of gentleness amidst the storm, before his lips traveled down to my shoulder.

Marius established a punishing rhythm, delivering three powerful thrusts followed by one deep, penetrating stroke, without pause or mercy. We both seemed to lose our minds, consumed by the overwhelming heat, desire, longing, and love we felt for each other.

In the end, it wasn’t just about the physical connection. As we moved together, bodies slick with sweat and hearts pounding, it was clear that our lovemaking was a testament to the deep, unbreakable bond we shared. Each touch, each kiss, was a silent declaration of our love and the fiery passion that would always burn between us.