“Do it… if it’ll make you feel better,” you say instead, your voice soft and saccharine like fresh honey.

He raises his brow in interest, and a sigh escapes him. “Yeah, actually? C’mere then, pretty girl,” he murmurs, and then pats his thigh, silently commanding you over.

You oblige and make your way over, plopping down against him on the couch cushion, pressing into his side. He cups your cheek, guiding your face to his, and smiles wearily.

“You always know how to make your old man happy, huh?” he asks rhetorically before meeting your mouth with his. Mark hums into the kiss; it’s slow and languid but charged with an underbelly burning full of need and desire.

He nips at your bottom lip, his hand still cupping your jaw. He’s not letting you go—you can tell how pent-up he is, how much he needs you.

The kiss slowly turns into something more heated—lips parting, tongues darting out, meeting.

Mark loops his arm around your waist, pulling you tight against him. Your fingers busy themselves undoing his belt buckle, your hand meeting his bulge once you unzip his fly, rubbing along the semi trapped in his boxers.

A chorus of groans tumble out of Mark’s mouth as his cock grows hotter between his thighs, growing into a firm pulsing erection. He doesn’t take long to harden, not when you’re kissing and sucking on his tongue like the young little thing you are—always so eager to please.

You finally pull him out, and he’s already leaking from his ruddy head, keen and warm in your hand. You spit on your palm before wrapping it around him, tugging down on his cock.

“Shit,” Mark bites back a moan. “That’s it.”

You pump him slowly, letting your lips kiss at the leathery skin of his neck, tasting the subtle saltiness of his sweat, lingering from his long day at the precinct. You stroke up to his swollen cockhead, squeezing gently at the nerves, the feeling sending sparks rushing down his length and straight to his lower stomach.

“Fuck, kid,” he gasps out, bucking his hips up into your hand. “You’re barely touching me, and I’m ready to cum. Jesus Christ.”

You press your lips into his jaw and hum, “Mmm, yeah?”

Mark’s face scrunches in pleasure, and he groans, his hand desperately undoing the button on your pants. Artlessly, he slips his hand into your underwear, his skin warm against your mound, and finds your clit with his fingertips. You feel your nerves perk up at his touch.

“Always so soft, baby,” he moans, rubbing your pussy. “My pretty pussy.”

Your hips roll forwards against his practiced motions, working in unison for that sweet friction that makes your cunt drool. Your hand doesn’t falter in its strokes on his cock, still tugging back his skin as little beads of pre dribble out of his piss slit.

Your joint moans and heavy breaths escape into the air harmoniously, filling the otherwise silent space with noises that are nothing short of filthy.

Mark feels your muscles twitch between your legs, and his own stomach muscles tighten in delight. “You ‘bouta cum, pretty baby?”

You nod, still letting your hand move up and down his member. “Y–yeah… can I?” you breathe out.

“Mmm, shit. You’re such a good girl when you ask like that. Yeah, go on. Cum for me, baby.”

You let go as soon as the words leave his mouth, your thighs spasming and your core clenching. Mark feels his fingers moisten at the flood of your arousal leaking into your underwear. 

“Ah– fuck, good girl,” he gasps out, his throbbing cock twitching in your grip, ready to explode. “Gonna nut, baby. You gotta let– let go. Need to fuck that pretty pussy.”

You pant, coming down from your high, and gently drop his cock to his stomach. His precum smears just under his belly button, glistening in the dim lighting. It looks so sweet, you could just about lick it off, but Mark’s already pushing down his jeans and boxers, eagerly baring himself for you.

You follow suit, tugging off your own pants and underwear, letting them fall into a pile on the floor with Mark’s jeans.

His hands pull you onto his lap, his fingers rubbing along your slick slit again. His eyes meet yours, his pupils dilated and hazy. “You ready? Gonna take me, hm?” he asks.

You nod routinely, your voice pleading and sweet. “Please, Mark.” 

He swipes the swollen head of his cock along your folds, collecting your arousal on his tip, letting it mix with his pre.

“Atta girl,” he praises and brings himself to your entrance. “Down you go. Nice ‘n slow for me, kid.”

You follow his command and sink down, your walls fluttering around him in an attempt to accommodate the stretch of his solid cock. The pair of you groan in sync at the feeling.

“Shit, you’re so warm. You’re always so warm,” he mutters breathily, his darkened eyes drinking in your expression. You nod again with your contorted face betraying every spark of pleasure you’re feeling. Mark watches you—his sweet little thing, all pretty and gooey for him. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

His delicate praises seep into your brain, forcing a warm fuzzy feeling to bloom in your chest. Your hips rock back and forth on their own, working up a steady pace on his lap, while his hands rest on your hips, squeezing gently as he guides your movements over his cock. “Oh, yeah. That’s– fuck, just like that. Good girl.”

Your slow grinds quickly turn into hurried bounces in only a matter of minutes. Impatient and needy, the pair of you. You work together in a flurry of intrinsic movements, like your bodies were made to be together. The pleasure builds between you; Mark’s balls tighten preemptively as he thumbs your engorged clit, working you up into a whiny mess on his lap. Shlick sounds erupt from your cunt as you bounce, joining your moans in filling the room with vulgar noises; your arousal drenches your inner thighs and Mark’s pelvis—the sight is fucking filthy.

The band in your core tightens and tightens and tightens, and you watch Mark’s eyes squeeze shut. The look on his face sends the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy.

You’re shocked as the clear liquid escapes you. You look down, gasping and whining as you finish on his lap, your squirt spilling down through his thighs and soaking the couch cushions beneath him. Your cunt clamps tightly around Mark’s cock, milking him for all he’s worth.

And that does it for him; he spills into you with a deep guttural groan, stuffing you full as you flail around on his sticky lap in a mess, still dribbling out finish from between your folds.

His lap is completely soaked by the time you finally settle down and cease your movements. You feel him beginning to soften inside your gummy walls, still plugging his cum from leaking out, but he says nothing, his panting taking precedence over words.

With trembling legs, your eyes meet his. He looks at you in a haze, a goofy smile stretching across his lips, and he blinks slowly, studying you. His hand rises to rest on your cheek, cupping it gently, before he speaks in a low tone, checking in on you, “My good girl. You okay?”

You nod. “Yeah– yeah, that felt…” you trail off.

Mark nods in understanding. “Looks like it felt good,” he muses and pats your cheek, glancing down at the mess you made.

Your face heats up at his words, but you smile. “Shut up. Couldn’t help it. It just happened.”

“Mhm, it did. I just made it happen,” Mark chuckles fondly, still catching his breath. His drops his hand from your cheek and leans back into the couch with a deep content sigh of exhaustion, his hands now resting on your hips again.

The way he reverts back into his state of prior fatigue makes you huff in amusement. “You’re such an old man.”

Mark scoffs, his face twisting into an expression of amusement. Returning your teasing, he mutters, “Yeah? Your favourite old man… who you should be grateful for right now, sweetheart. ‘Cause no boy your age could get you to squirt like that. I know that much, kiddo.”

He smirks at you and tilts his head arrogantly, and you sigh… because you know he’s right.

fig yaps: feels like i haven’t written word porn in ages so forgive me if this was a lil rusty omg anyways first mark fic yaaaay he’s so daddy i’m going to explode <3

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