“Don’t stop,” Amy gasped, her voice trembling as her fingers wrapped tighter around Marcus’s thick, pulsing shaft. She couldn’t believe she was here, in the hotel suite she’d booked with Jeff, with this man—this god—standing naked before her. His body was a masterpiece, every muscle carved to perfection, his dark skin glistening under the dim light. But it was his cock that held her captive, throbbing in her hand, impossibly huge and demanding.Marcus smirked, his deep voice rumbling with amusement. “You like what you see, huh? Knew you would. Every woman does.”Amy’s cheeks burned, but she didn’t pull away. How could she? Her body was on fire, every nerve screaming for more. She’d never felt anything like this—this raw, electric desire that made her forget everything else. Jeff, the reunion, her own guilt—it all faded into the background as she stared at Marcus’s massive cock, her mouth watering at the sheer size of it.---If you had told Amy just an hour ago that she’d be in this position, she would’ve laughed—or maybe slapped you. She’d come to the reunion to support Jeff, to help him show off how far he’d come since high school. He’d been so excited, so proud to introduce her to his old classmates. And she’d been happy for him, truly. Jeff was kind, caring, everything a woman could want in a partner. Except in one area.Amy had tried to ignore it. Tried to convince herself it didn’t matter. But it did. Jeff’s lack of confidence, his timid touch—it left her frustrated, unsatisfied. She’d never been with anyone else, never even thought about it. Until Marcus.The moment she’d seen him, something inside her had shifted. He was everything Jeff wasn’t—tall, muscular, brimming with raw masculinity. And when he’d hugged her, pressing his huge body against hers, she’d felt it—the undeniable proof of the rumors she’d heard. He was hung.At first, she’d been furious. How dare he try to intimidate her, to belittle Jeff? But then he’d apologized, flashed that charming smile, and offered her a drink. And then… then he’d unzipped his pants.Amy had been shocked, horrified even. But she hadn’t looked away. She couldn’t. His cock was unlike anything she’d ever seen—thick, veiny, impossibly long. And when he’d taken her hand, guided it to his shaft… she hadn’t pulled away. She’d been too mesmerized, too curious, too aroused.And now, here they were.---Marcus stepped closer, his towering frame looming over her. “Let me show you what you’ve been missing,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive. He cupped her face with one hand, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. “You’ve been settling for less, Amy. Way less.”His words should’ve stung, but they didn’t. Because deep down, she knew he was right. Jeff was a good man, but he couldn’t make her feel like this—this wild, untamed desire that left her breathless.Marcus’s fingers slipped under the hem of her dress, slowly dragging it up her thighs. “You want this,” he said, not a question but a statement. “I can see it in your eyes.”She did. God, she did. Her body was screaming for him, for the feel of his hands, his mouth, his cock. She nodded, trembling as he pulled her dress over her head, leaving her in nothing but her lace bra and panties.Marcus’s eyes raked over her, hot and hungry. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her against him. She could feel his cock pressing into her stomach, hard and insistent.He spun her around, bending her over the edge of the bed. “Spread your legs,” he commanded, his voice rough with need.Amy obeyed without hesitation, her legs trembling as she opened herself to him. She felt his hands on her hips, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. He yanked them down, exposing her bare ass to his gaze.“Look at you,” he muttered, his voice dripping with lust. “So fucking ready for me.”She felt his hands on her cheeks, spreading her apart. Then his tongue was there, hot and wet, licking a slow, torturous path up her slit. Amy gasped, her hands clutching the sheets as pleasure shot through her.Marcus didn’t tease for long. He buried his face between her legs, his tongue flicking over her clit with expert precision. Amy moaned, her hips bucking against his mouth as waves of pleasure washed over her.“Oh God,” she whimpered, her voice breaking. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”Marcus didn’t. He ate her out like a man starved, his tongue delving deep, his lips sucking and nibbling at her sensitive flesh. Amy’s moans grew louder, her body writhing under his expert touch. She’d never felt anything like this—never come this hard, this fast.“Marcus!” she cried out as her orgasm hit her, her body trembling uncontrollably. He didn’t let up, licking and sucking her through the waves of pleasure until she was a trembling, boneless heap on the bed.He stood, flipping her onto her back. His cock was right there, throbbing and dripping, inches from her face. “Open your mouth,” he ordered, his voice rough.Amy hesitated for just a second before obeying, her lips parting as he guided the head of his cock to her mouth. He was huge, the tip barely fitting past her lips. But Marcus didn’t care. He gripped her hair, pushing himself deeper, forcing her to take more.“That’s it,” he groaned, his hips thrusting forward. “Take it all.”Amy gagged, tears streaming down her cheeks as he filled her throat. But she didn’t pull away. She couldn’t. The sound of his moans, the feel of his cock throbbing in her mouth—it was too much, too good.Marcus pulled out, his cock glistening with her saliva. He flipped her onto her back again, spreading her legs wide. “You ready for this, Amy?” he asked, his voice dark and dangerous.She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. “Yes. I want it. I want you.”Marcus smirked, lining himself up with her entrance. “You’re about to feel what a real man can do.”

“Don’t stop,” Amy gasped, her voice trembling as her fingers wrapped tighter around Marcus’s thick, pulsing shaft. She couldn’t believe she was here, in the hotel suite she’d booked with Jeff, with __this man__—this __god__—standing naked before her. His body was a masterpiece, every muscle carved to perfection, his dark skin glistening under the dim light. But it was his cock that held her captive, throbbing in her hand, impossibly huge and demanding.

Marcus smirked, his deep voice rumbling with amusement. “You like what you see, huh? Knew you would. Every woman does.”

Amy’s cheeks burned, but she didn’t pull away. How could she? Her body was on fire, every nerve screaming for more. She’d never felt anything like this—this raw, electric desire that made her forget everything else. Jeff, the reunion, her own guilt—it all faded into the background as she stared at Marcus’s massive cock, her mouth watering at the sheer size of it.

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If you had told Amy just an hour ago that she’d be in this position, she would’ve laughed—or maybe slapped you. She’d come to the reunion to support Jeff, to help him show off how far he’d come since high school. He’d been so excited, so proud to introduce her to his old classmates. And she’d been happy for him, truly. Jeff was kind, caring, everything a woman could want in a partner. Except in one area.

Amy had tried to ignore it. Tried to convince herself it didn’t matter. But it did. Jeff’s lack of confidence, his timid touch—it left her frustrated, unsatisfied. She’d never been with anyone else, never even thought about it. Until Marcus.

The moment she’d seen him, something inside her had shifted. He was everything Jeff wasn’t—tall, muscular, brimming with raw masculinity. And when he’d hugged her, pressing his huge body against hers, she’d felt it—the undeniable proof of the rumors she’d heard. __He was hung.__

At first, she’d been furious. How dare he try to intimidate her, to belittle Jeff? But then he’d apologized, flashed that charming smile, and offered her a drink. And then… then he’d unzipped his pants.

Amy had been shocked, horrified even. But she hadn’t looked away. She couldn’t. His cock was unlike anything she’d ever seen—thick, veiny, impossibly long. And when he’d taken her hand, guided it to his shaft… she hadn’t pulled away. She’d been too mesmerized, too curious, too __aroused__.

And now, here they were.

---

Marcus stepped closer, his towering frame looming over her. “Let me show you what you’ve been missing,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive. He cupped her face with one hand, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. “You’ve been settling for less, Amy. Way less.”

His words should’ve stung, but they didn’t. Because deep down, she knew he was right. Jeff was a good man, but he couldn’t make her feel like this—this wild, untamed desire that left her breathless.

Marcus’s fingers slipped under the hem of her dress, slowly dragging it up her thighs. “You want this,” he said, not a question but a statement. “I can see it in your eyes.”

She did. God, she did. Her body was screaming for him, for the feel of his hands, his mouth, his cock. She nodded, trembling as he pulled her dress over her head, leaving her in nothing but her lace bra and panties.

Marcus’s eyes raked over her, hot and hungry. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her against him. She could feel his cock pressing into her stomach, hard and insistent.

He spun her around, bending her over the edge of the bed. “Spread your legs,” he commanded, his voice rough with need.

Amy obeyed without hesitation, her legs trembling as she opened herself to him. She felt his hands on her hips, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. He yanked them down, exposing her bare ass to his gaze.

“Look at you,” he muttered, his voice dripping with lust. “So fucking ready for me.”

She felt his hands on her cheeks, spreading her apart. Then his tongue was there, hot and wet, licking a slow, torturous path up her slit. Amy gasped, her hands clutching the sheets as pleasure shot through her.

Marcus didn’t tease for long. He buried his face between her legs, his tongue flicking over her clit with expert precision. Amy moaned, her hips bucking against his mouth as waves of pleasure washed over her.

“Oh God,” she whimpered, her voice breaking. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

Marcus didn’t. He ate her out like a man starved, his tongue delving deep, his lips sucking and nibbling at her sensitive flesh. Amy’s moans grew louder, her body writhing under his expert touch. She’d never felt anything like this—never come this hard, this fast.

“Marcus!” she cried out as her orgasm hit her, her body trembling uncontrollably. He didn’t let up, licking and sucking her through the waves of pleasure until she was a trembling, boneless heap on the bed.

He stood, flipping her onto her back. His cock was right there, throbbing and dripping, inches from her face. “Open your mouth,” he ordered, his voice rough.

Amy hesitated for just a second before obeying, her lips parting as he guided the head of his cock to her mouth. He was huge, the tip barely fitting past her lips. But Marcus didn’t care. He gripped her hair, pushing himself deeper, forcing her to take more.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his hips thrusting forward. “Take it all.”

Amy gagged, tears streaming down her cheeks as he filled her throat. But she didn’t pull away. She couldn’t. The sound of his moans, the feel of his cock throbbing in her mouth—it was too much, too good.

Marcus pulled out, his cock glistening with her saliva. He flipped her onto her back again, spreading her legs wide. “You ready for this, Amy?” he asked, his voice dark and dangerous.

She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. “Yes. I want it. I want you.”

Marcus smirked, lining himself up with her entrance. “You’re about to feel what a real man can do.”

A man seeks revenge on his high school bullies by bringing his beautiful fiancé to their 15-year reunion, only to have his plans derailed when his fiancé is drawn to the very bully who once tormented him.

His fiancé, Amy, is intrigued by the bully's physique and his reputation for being well-endowed, leading her to explore her own desires and compare her current relationship to the raw, untamed passion the bully offers.

Amy's curiosity and the bully's confidence lead to a forbidden encounter, where she experiences a level of sexual satisfaction she never thought possible, challenging her loyalty and her understanding of her own needs.

Reunion with the Bully

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