(Beverley’s POV)
I barely survived the rest of that day.
After Marcus finished inside me on the living room couch, filling me with his hot c*m, we had to rush. We cleaned up frantically, wiping down the cushions, straightening the pillows, and making sure no obvious evidence remained. My legs were shaky, my p***y sore and still leaking his c*m down my thighs as I hurried back upstairs. Every step reminded me of what we’d done. I could feel him inside me, warm and sticky, a constant filthy reminder that I had just let my mother’s boyfriend f**k me raw in the middle of the day.
I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening hiding in my room, avoiding both of them. I told Mom I wasn’t feeling well and needed to work on NYU applications. She bought it, thankfully. But my body kept betraying
