Manchester United Revival

Marcus glanced at his watch for what felt like the tenth time. Ten minutes. He'd given her ten minutes to get ready, just like she'd asked with that playful little wink before disappearing into the bedroom. His heart was already hammering in his chest, anticipation curling low in his belly. He made his way down the hallway, the soft carpet muffling his steps.

He stopped outside the closed door and knocked lightly. "Can I come in, Pixie?"

A soft, amused laugh came from inside. "Come in, you big goof."

Marcus pushed the door open and stepped into the dimly lit bedroom. The only light came from a couple of bedside lamps casting a warm glow. Milly wasn't on the bed yet. He heard water running in the bathroom.

"Pixie? You in there?"

"Yeah, hang on," her voice called back, warm and teasing. "Wait on the bed, yeah? Don't peek."

Marcus grinned, the smile reaching his eyes. He flopped back onto the king-sized bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. He pulled his phone from his pocket and started scrolling through the latest news, trying to distract himself. Headlines blurred together—politics, sports, nothing that could hold his attention right now.

Then he heard the bathroom door click open.

He turned his head slowly. Milly stepped out, and the sight stole the breath from his lungs. She wore a sheer black lace lingerie set that left almost nothing to the imagination—the bra barely containing her breasts, the matching panties hugging her hips, garter straps teasing down her thighs. Her blonde hair cascaded over one shoulder, and her lips curved in a knowing smirk.

Marcus's eyes roamed hungrily over every inch of her—those thic thighs, the curve of her waist, the way the lace clung to her skin. "Fuck, Milly…" he breathed.

She sauntered toward him slowly, hips swaying. "Like what you see, Marcus?"

He set his phone aside without looking, sitting up a little. Milly climbed onto the bed and settled herself right onto his lap, straddling him. She leaned down, her hair falling around them like a curtain, and captured his lips in a slow, heated kiss.

Marcus kissed her back instantly, hands sliding up her back. Their tongues met, tangling lazily at first, then with growing hunger. Milly moaned softly into his mouth, a low, throaty sound that went straight to his cock. She started grinding her hips down against his growing hardness, rolling in slow, deliberate circles.

"Mmm… you're already so hard for me," she whispered against his lips, nipping at the bottom one.

He responded with his hands moving down to grab her ass, squeezing the soft flesh and pulling her tighter against him. He caressed and kneaded, loving the way she gasped.

Suddenly, Marcus flipped them, pinning her beneath him on the bed. Milly let out a surprised laugh that turned into a moan as he kissed her deeply again. He pulled back just long enough to yank his t-shirt over his head and toss it aside, revealing his toned body.

He kissed her lips once more, then trailed down to her neck, sucking lightly at the sensitive skin. Milly tilted her head back, fingers threading through his hair. "Marcus… yes…"

His mouth moved lower, kissing along her collarbone. He reached behind her, unhooking the lacy bra and sliding it off her shoulders. Her breasts spilled free, and he took a moment to just admire her, eyes dark with lust.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Pixie," he murmured, voice rough. "Every inch of you."

Milly's cheeks flushed, but she smirked. "Then stop staring and do something about it."

He chuckled and lowered his head, kissing her right breast before taking the nipple into his mouth, sucking gently while his hand palmed and teased the left. Milly arched up with a sharp moan. "Ahh—fuck, that feels good…"

He switched sides, lavishing the same attention on her left breast while his free hand slipped down her body. His fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her panties, finding her already slick and wet. He groaned against her skin. "So wet for me already…"

He pulled his fingers back and tasted them, eyes locked on hers. Milly bit her lip, watching him with hooded eyes. Then his hand returned, two fingers sliding into her while his thumb circled her clit. He kept playing with her breasts, alternating between sucking and pinching, drawing out breathy moans and whimpers from her.

"Marcus… oh god, right there—don't stop…" Milly's hips bucked against his hand. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, until she finally shattered around his fingers with a cry. "Yes—fuck, I'm cumming!"

He kept fingering her through it, then leaned down and bit gently on her left breast, sucking hard enough to leave a pretty love bite. Milly gasped, still trembling.

He kissed down her stomach next, making her giggle when he blew a raspberry on her belly button. "Marcus! That tickles, you idiot!"

"Just making sure you're still with me," he teased, grinning up at her.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her soaked panties and slowly dragged them down her long legs, tossing the scrap of lace aside. She was completely bare to him now, glistening and ready. Marcus looked up at her with dark eyes full of adoration and hunger.

Milly bit her lip, breathing still ragged. "What are you waiting for?"

He blew a gentle stream of cool air directly over her heated, sensitive pussy. She shivered violently and instinctively closed her thighs, trapping his head between them.

Marcus chuckled warmly against her skin. "I'd be happy to die between these thighs, you know that, right? Best way to go."

Milly laughed breathlessly, the sound turning into a moan. "Shut up and do your damn thing, you idiot. Make me cum again."

"Yes, princess," he replied with a wicked grin.

He gave her one long, slow lick from bottom to top, savoring her taste fully. Milly's hands flew to his hair, gripping tight as her hips jerked. "Mmm—fuck, yes… your tongue is magic."

Marcus dove in with enthusiasm, his tongue exploring every fold, circling her clit with firm strokes before plunging deep inside her. He sucked gently on her clit, then harder, two fingers joining his mouth to curl and thrust. Milly's moans were unrestrained now, echoing off the walls.

"Yes— like that— oh god, Marcus, eat my pussy just like that! Don't you dare stop—"

She came again with a sharp, keening cry, thighs clamping around his head as intense pleasure ripped through her body. "I'm cumming again— ahhhh!"

Marcus wiped his mouth with the back of his hand when she finally relaxed, grinning up at her blissed-out expression. He stood briefly to push his pants and boxers down, his hard cock springing free, flushed and leaking precum.

Milly licked her lips hungrily. "My turn. Lie down on your back, handsome."

He did as she asked, stretching out. Milly crawled between his legs, kissing the tip of his cock tenderly, tongue flicking out to taste the bead of precum. "Mmm, you're so ready for me."

She took him slowly into her warm, wet mouth, tongue swirling around the head before sliding down further. Marcus groaned deeply, head falling back against the pillows. "Pixie… that's so fucking perfect. Your mouth feels incredible."

Feeling mischievous, she reached up with one hand and twisted one of his nipples lightly while continuing to suck.

"Hey!" he yelped, half-laughing.

Milly pulled off with a wet pop, grinning up at him with sparkling eyes. "What? It's only fair if I do it too. You played with mine."

Marcus laughed, chest rumbling. "Alright, you win. Do as you please, my wicked princess."

She took him deep again, bobbing her head and stroking the base with her hand. When he started breathing harder, hips twitching involuntarily, he warned her urgently, "Pixie, I'm gonna cum— fuck—"

She pulled back at the last second. Thick ropes of cum painted her breasts and cheek. Milly smiled up at him, looking thoroughly debauched and satisfied.

Marcus grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and gently wiped her face clean, then leaned down to kiss her deeply. "You're incredible."

"I'm on the pill," she whispered hotly against his lips, pulling him closer. "No need for anything between us tonight."

He then positioned himself between her spread thighs, he rubbed the thick head of his cock along her slick entrance, teasing her folds and clit repeatedly.

Milly glared at him—the full, fiery Rhaenyra Targaryen glare that could melt steel. "Marcus… stop teasing me right now or I swear—"

He chuckled darkly and thrust forward suddenly, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke.

"Ahhh!" Milly cried out, her back arching sharply off the bed. "Fuck— you're so big… so full inside me!"

Marcus started pumping slowly at first, savoring the tight, velvety heat gripping him. "You feel amazing, Pixie… so wet and tight around my cock. Made for me."

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, skin slapping wetly. Milly's moans were constant and loud. "Harder— please, fuck me harder, Marcus!"

He picked up the pace, gripping her hips as he drove deeper. They switched positions fluidly—him taking her from behind while she gripped the headboard, moaning with every powerful thrust. "Yes— pound me like that! Don't stop!"

Then back to missionary, her legs wrapped high around his waist as he ground deep, hitting every sensitive spot. "Right there— oh god, I'm cumming again— ahhh!"

Hours blurred together in a haze of sweat, moans, and pleasure. They moved to the edge of the bed, her legs over his shoulders for deeper penetration. Then he held her up against the wall, her back pressed to the cool surface as he fucked her senseless, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Marcus— you're ruining me in the best way— yes, yes, yes!"

By midnight, they collapsed back onto the center of the bed. Milly pushed him down firmly and straddled his hips. "My turn to ride you, my dragon."

She sank down onto his cock slowly, taking every inch until he was fully sheathed. Marcus groaned loudly, hands gripping her thighs. "That's it, my dragon riding princess… ride me hard. Claim your dragon."

Milly braced her hands on his chest and began moving—hips rolling and bouncing with increasing speed. Her breasts swayed enticingly with every motion. "Fuck— you're so deep like this… hitting everything— mmm!"

Marcus thrust up to meet her, hands guiding her movements. "Ride your dragon, princess. Just like that— you look so fucking gorgeous on top, taking all of me."

Her moans grew frantic as she chased her pleasure, grinding and bouncing faster. "I'm so close— Marcus— cum with me— fill me up!"

They climaxed together in a shattering release, her walls pulsing tightly around him as he spilled deep inside her with a guttural moan. "Fuck!"

They continued for hours more—slow and sensual, then intense and passionate—exploring every position and rhythm. Milly's voice grew hoarse from moaning, body trembling with exhaustion by the time the clock struck two.

"Can't… take anymore…" she panted, collapsing onto his chest, completely spent. "You've worn me out, you wonderful bastard."

Marcus held her close, stroking her damp hair and back tenderly. "You were perfect princess. Rest now. I've got you."

Milly mumbled something sleepy and loving, already drifting off with a small, satisfied smile on her lips. Marcus pulled the covers over their tangled bodies and kissed her forehead, content as her breathing evened out into deep sleep.