Katie knew that they still had a lot to work out but she didn't want their friends to become the biggest reason they couldn't be together. There were too many amazing reasons as to why they should. Love, being among the most important. It might be naive or stupid to say but she was certain she'd never love anyone the way she loved Marcus Flint. He was hers. Mind, body and soul and she wasn't going to let him go. He'd always be a dick to her friends but, honestly? Her friends would probably always be a dick to him. It was pointless and useless to worry over because it was also extremely unrealistic and naive to believe that things would change over night. You didn't just stop prejudice because someone told you to and you didn't change your behavior over night. It took time and she loved Marcus enough to give him that.
Her lips moved over him, unskilled but willing and he seemed more than pleased with that. She couldn't help the small smile when he said her name and she was more than willing to do whatever he wanted. This was new to her and she could feel the restraint in his body and she just... she wanted to tell him what she wanted. That she wanted him to slide into her and just take her. To be his forever but she kept going. Kept her lips moving over his cock, sucking, teasing. It was kind of fun, really, watching him react that way. She loved it.
Half naked and more than willing to be his, Katie took one last lick before moving over him, shedding her shorts as she went. Taking his face in her hands, she lightly kiss him before sliding one hand between them, lowering herself onto his cock. She swore she'd never get used to it. The way he filled her so completely? It was always a bit painful. She knew he was over endowed and she'd probably be ruined for life. Taking a moment, Katie let her body relax around him, finally letting go of a breath she hadn't been aware she'd been holding. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she moved, slowly, tentatively, adjusting to the size and feel of him. Her forehead dropped to his, her breathing ragged and soft as she gently rode him.