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As the game progresses, you notice Mark becoming increasingly confident in his abilities. His grin turns predatory as he starts to take risks that pay off, leaving you further behind. The thought of losing this game sends a shiver down your spine, but there's nothing you can do now except play and hope for the best.

With one final, impossible shot, Mark sinks the last ball into the pocket, winning the match. He looks over at you with triumphant eyes before leaning in close enough that his hot breath tickles your ear.

Mark: leans back from your ear Well well, looks like I won fair and square. Time for my prize! he smirks wickedly

I think I know exactly what I wanna ask of ya... How 'bout we head upstairs for some alone time? Just me and you, exploring all sorts of fun things~ his hand trails down your side suggestively

We'll see how soft and cute you really are when I get my hands on you. Bet you're just begging to be manhandled by a big strong jock like me, ain'tcha?

Mark chuckles darkly at your blush, his grin turning even more smug as he steps closer to press you against the wall.

Ohhh so shy? he mocks gently That’s cute~ But don’t worry, I won’t go easy on you just because of that. In fact, that makes me wanna work harder to get you to break. his hand slides down your neck

Now come on, let’s not waste time playing hard to get. You lost fair and square, so you’re mine to do with as I please.

Mark lets out a satisfied growl at your admission, his hand tightening slightly on your neck before sliding down to your hip to pull you flush against him.

Oh good, he purrs, you’re starting to see sense. Now that we got that settled… he nips lightly at the corner of your mouth

Let’s head upstairs and find out exactly what a little goth femboy like you likes.

You hesitate only briefly before nodding, unable to deny Mark any longer. He smirks triumphantly as he wraps an arm around your waist, leading you away from the partygoers clustered in the living room. The stairs creak beneath your feet as you ascend to the second floor, where several bedrooms are situated.

As soon as the door to one of them closes behind you, Mark spins you around roughly, pressing you against it.

Mark chuckles wickedly at your words, pressing himself even closer.

What's wrong? You getting cold feet all of a sudden? No need to be scared, sweetheart~ I'm gonna take real good care of you... he reaches up to cup your cheek, tilting your face towards his.

But first things first - I wanna know just how far this cute act goes...

Mark grins darkly as he leans in close enough that his lips brush against yours when he speaks. His other hand slides down from your hip to grip your thigh possessively.

Tell me, goth boy... have you ever let anyone fuck you before? Or is this sweet little body still completely untouched?

I bet it is. Betcha never had someone big and strong like me dominate you before either...

He rocks his hips forward, grinding his already hardening length against your pelvis. Fuck, I can't wait to ruin you.

Mark's eyes light up with sadistic glee at your admission of being a virgin. He licks his lips hungrily as if you've just become his prey.

Aww fuck yes, a virgin! And such a pretty one too! he growls approvingly. Don't worry though baby, Daddy Mark will take good care of you~

His hand on your thigh inches higher under the hem of your skirt, fingers teasing along the soft skin there. We'll start nice 'n slow, get you all loosened up.

Mark's expression softens ever so slightly, a rare flicker of tenderness peeking through his usual cocky facade. For a moment, he almost seems taken abbit by how vulnerable and trusting Paul appears, practically begging for validation.

"Yeah," Mark rasps huskily, his voice gravelly with restraint. "You're fucking stunning, gothie."

He cups Paul's jaw again, thumb caressing his flushed cheekbone tenderly. "So fucking gorgeous, actually." Mark's gaze lingers, drinking him in greedily. "

Mark feels a sudden surge of possessive desire, wanting nothing more than to claim this sweet, innocent creature before him completely.

Fuck, you make me wanna be gentle... make me wanna cherish you... his voice is barely a whisper as he leans down, lips brushing against your ear.

But then reality snaps back hard, yanking Mark roughly back to reality. This isn't a fucking rom-com or some sappy Nicholas fucking Sparrow bullshit movie. There's no happily ever after here; there's just him, always him, calling the shots and taking what he wants, when he fucking wants it.

Mark's fingers tighten bruisingly around your hip, his thumb grinding rougher against your plump asscheek. "Because now, you're mine," he growls low and possessively. "All fucking mine."

"Sorry, baby," Mark murmurs apologetically, stroking the reddened marks left on your pale skin. "Just getting a little carried away." His touch gentles once more, until he finally pulls back to meet your wide, trepidacious gaze. "You okay?"

His eyes search yours for any sign of distress before responding with a slow smile. "Good." He reaches up to brush some loose strands of hair from your face, tucking them behind your ear. "I wanna make this good for you, goth boy."

He leans in, pressing his lips gently to yours in a chaste kiss. "So let's get this show on the road, huh?" Mark smirks playfully as he releases you, stepping away to begin undressing.

Mark grins confidently as he starts to undress, peeling off layers of clothing to reveal his athletic physique. His broad chest is dusted with dark hair that trails down his abs to disappear beneath the waistband of his jeans.

"Like what you see?" he teases with a wink as he shoves the denim down muscular thighs, freeing his thick, hard cock. It juts out proudly from a nest of trimmed curls, already fully erect and leaking precum.

Mark wraps a hand around himself, giving his impressive length a few slow strokes. "

"Thanks," he chuckles lowly, clearly pleased by the compliment.

Now why don't we get rid of these cute little clothes so I can properly appreciate all your other assets? he crooks a finger at you invitingly. Come here and turn around for me, baby.

Mark watches intently as Paul turns slowly in place, letting him drink in every inch of exposed skin. His eyes roam hungrily over the curve of Paul's ass, the swell of his hips, the delicate slope of his shoulders... Fuck, but goth boy is just achingly gorgeous like this. Mmmm fuck yes, now that's a sight, Mark growls appreciatively, palming his rigid shaft. Goddamn, you're absolutely perfect... *

Mark licks his lips as he steps closer behind Paul, large hands coming up to rest possessively on his slim hips. He buries his face against the back of Paul's neck, inhaling deeply of his intoxicating scent. Fuck, he smells good enough to eat...

Such a good little slut, letting Daddy Mark take control~ Mark purrs approvingly, nipping and sucking at pale flesh. Gonna make this tight little body feel so fucking good...

"I know just what you need, sweetheart," he says with a wicked grin, hand sliding down to grip the hem of your skirt and yank it up to your waist. "Gonna give you the ride of your life."

With that promise, Mark spins you around and pushes you back against the door, pinning your wrists above your head with one large hand while the other reaches beneath your skirt to cup your ass.

"Fuck, look at these cheeks..." he groans admiringly, squeezing the plump mounds roughly. "

Mark grins triumphantly as Paul whimpers and squirms helplessly pinned beneath him. His cock throbs demandingly between their bodies, smearing sticky precum all over Paul's quivering tummy.

That's right baby, gonna fill up this sweet little hole real good... Stretch you out on my big fat cock until you're screaming my name~

*He releases Paul's wrists only to grab his thighs and hoist him up effortlessly, encouraging goth boy to wrap those long legs tightly around his hips.

Mark growls hungrily as he feels Paul's slender limbs cling to him eagerly. He presses the head of his thick cock against that tight pucker, teasing it with shallow thrusts.

"Fuck yes, take Daddy's cock like a good little slut..." he praises darkly, watching Paul's face contort in exquisite agony as he slowly sinks inside inch by delicious inch.

The pressure is intense but so fucking amazing as Paul's body yields to his relentless advance.

Mark groans loudly as he finally bottoms out, buried to the hilt within Paul's impossibly tight heat. He pauses for a moment, savoring the incredible sensation of being fully sheathed inside such a perfect, virgin hole.

Then, with a guttural growl, he begins to move, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back in with brutal force. The door rattles on its hinges from the impact, Mark's powerful thrusts shaking the entire room.

"Fuckin' hell, goth boy!"

Mark slows his punishing rhythm slightly, looking down at Paul with concern clouding his lustful expression. "Shit... Am I hurting you, sweetheart?" he asks roughly, thumb brushing over Paul's damp cheek.

He waits anxiously for an answer, hips stilling as he takes in Paul's flushed face and rapid breathing. Even though every fiber of his being is screaming at him to keep going, to bury himself balls-deep in this heavenly snatch again and again until they both pass out from sheer ecstasy...

Mark forces himself to be patient.

He nods understandingly, releasing your thighs to gently lift you up and carry you to the mattress. Once there, he lays you down with care before climbing on top of you once more. You're so sweet and trusting, baby... The pace remains steady but less aggressive as he continues fucking you, each stroke deliberate and filled with adoration.

"It's okay, I gotcha..." He whispers reassuringly, lips hovering just above yours as his thrusts continue to fill you full.*

*Mark notices how Paul is gazing up at him so vulnerably, those lush lips parted slightly as if silently begging to be kissed. It makes Mark's heart swell with affection even as his cock throbs almost painfully inside Paul's tight heat.

Unable to resist any longer, he closes the remaining distance between them, capturing goth boy's mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue delves past those soft lips to caress Paul's own, tasting him thoroughly as their breath mingles.*

"Mmmm..." *

Mark groans into the kiss, feeling impossibly close to losing control as their bodies move together in perfect sync. With every thrust of his hips, he feels Paul's wet heat grip him tighter, driving him wild with need. His free hand reaches up to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing soothingly over the corner of your mouth.

"Fuck..." He whispers hoarsely against your lips as sweat beads on his brow and rolls down between your bodies. "You're killing me, goth boy...

He chuckles lowly at your cute little moan, giving you an adoring smirk. What was that, sweetheart?~

His rhythm never falters though, each stroke still long and deep, hitting that spot inside you perfectly. The wet squelch of his cock driving in and out of your sloppy hole fills the room obscenely.