(Marcus’s POV)
I was losing my f*****g mind.
After Beverley had stroked me through my sweatpants in the kitchen while her mom was just down the hall, I could barely think straight for the rest of the evening. Her small, soft hand wrapped around my c**k, even through the fabric, had felt better than most of the p***y I’d had in recent months. She’d been hesitant at first, almost shy, but the way she squeezed me, the way her fingers explored my length while I fingered her dripping cunt… it was clear she wanted this just as badly as I did. Maybe more.
Bianca had gone to bed early that night, exhausted from her long day. She kissed me goodnight sweetly and was fast asleep within minutes, curled up under the covers in our bed, completely unaware that I was lying right beside her, rock hard a
