Everyone else has had a go...

Marcus lay awake in his tent, his body coiled tight with frustration. The sounds of Ellie with Gary and then Philip had left him burning with jealousy and unspent need. His mind was a chaotic storm of images—her cries of pleasure, the way her body must have arched beneath them, the satisfaction they had taken from her while he lay there, wanting. His cock throbbed painfully, straining against his shorts, and he couldn’t stand it anymore.

With a low growl, he pushed out of his tent, his movements sharp with purpose as he made his way to Ellie’s. The night was cool, but his skin burned, his body alive with restless energy. He didn’t pause as he reached her tent, unzipping the entrance and stepping inside. The dim light illuminated her sprawled form, her naked body still glistening with sweat. Her hair was damp, her lips parted in sleep, and the mess between her thighs glistened faintly. Marcus’s jaw tightened, the sight stoking his anger and need in equal measure.

"Ellie," he said, his voice low but commanding. She stirred slightly, her body shifting as her legs spread unconsciously. Marcus’s hands curled into fists, his control hanging by a thread. "You’ve been a very bad girl," he growled, leaning closer. "And I’m going to make sure you know it."

Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at him through half-lidded eyes, a slow, lazy smile spreading across her face. "Marcus," she murmured, her voice heavy with sleep and something deeper. "What are you waiting for?"

Her words broke the last of his restraint. Marcus’s hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wide as he knelt between her legs. He didn’t care about the mess, didn’t care that her body was already marked by the others. All that mattered was taking what he needed. Leaning forward, he licked a long, rough stripe up her slick folds, tasting the mix of her juices and the remnants of Philip. Ellie gasped, her back arching as his tongue flicked over her clit.

"You taste filthy," he muttered, his voice dripping with disdain and arousal. "And you love it, don’t you?"

Ellie moaned in response, her hands tangling in his hair as he devoured her with a rough, relentless intensity. His tongue moved with purpose, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin as he worked her into a frenzy. "God, you’re such a dirty little thing," he growled against her, his voice vibrating through her core. "Letting them use you like that. You think you can just give it away?"

"I—I," Ellie stammered, her voice breaking as his fingers joined his mouth, thrusting into her with a punishing rhythm. "I’m sorry, Marcus," she whimpered, her body trembling as he worked her relentlessly. "I couldn’t stop—"

"Damn right, you couldn’t," he cut her off, his tone harsh. "You’re mine, Ellie. Do you hear me? Mine."

"Yes," she cried out, her body arching beneath him. "Yes, Marcus. I’m yours."

Her admission spurred him on. He pulled back, his chin glistening as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Without a word, he flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up until she was on her knees. Ellie’s breath hitched as she felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against her asshole, her unused hole. He thrust forward roughly, burying himself inside her in one swift motion.

"You’re going to take everything I give you," he growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he began to move. "And you’re going to thank me for it."

Ellie moaned loudly, her fingers clutching at the sleeping bag beneath her. "Thank you," she gasped, her voice breaking. "Thank you, Marcus."

He chuckled darkly, his movements growing more frenzied. "You like this, don’t you? Being used like the little slut you are. Tell me, Ellie. Tell me how much you love it."

"I love it," she cried, her voice trembling. "I love it so much."

The slap of his hips against her ass echoed through the tent, the sound mingling with her cries and his guttural groans. The intensity of the moment consumed them both, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Marcus leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear as he muttered filthy praise and commands.

"That’s it," he growled. "Take it. Take all of it. You’re so fucking tight, Ellie. God, you were made for this."

Ellie’s senses were overwhelmed—the heat of his body, the roughness of his hands on her skin, the way his cock filled her completely. Her mind swirled with a mix of submission and empowerment, the dynamic between them unlocking something deep within her. She moaned loudly, her body arching as pleasure and pain blended into something utterly consuming.

When his climax hit, it was explosive, his body shuddering as he spilled into her, filling her completely. Ellie followed moments later, her body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crashed over her. They collapsed together, their breaths heavy, their bodies slick with sweat.

Marcus pressed a rough kiss to her shoulder, his hands still gripping her hips as he caught his breath. "You’re mine," he murmured, his voice softer now but no less possessive. "Don’t forget it."

Ellie smiled faintly, her body still trembling as she sank into the warmth of his embrace. "I won’t," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. And in that moment, she meant it.

The tent was filled with the scent of sweat and sex, the air heavy with the aftermath of their frantic coupling. Marcus’s hand slid up and down Ellie’s spine, his touch firm but calming, grounding her in the moment. Her heartbeat slowed, her breaths evening out as she melted further into him, their connection tangible in the quiet that followed.