Marcus’s POV)
I slipped out of Beverley’s room just in time, my c**k throbbing painfully in my sweatpants like it had a mind of its own. My fingers were still slick and shiny with her juices. I brought them to my mouth again as I walked down the hallway, sucking her taste off them slowly, savoring every drop like a man starved. She was so f*****g sweet, warm, tangy, and addictive. Wetter and tighter than I had ever imagined. The memory of her p***y clenching around my fingers made my c**k twitch hard.
Jesus Christ. That girl was going to be the death of me.
I adjusted my obvious erection, pulling at the waistband of my sweatpants to give myself some relief, and headed back downstairs just as I heard the shower turn off in the master bathroom. Perfect timing. Bianca was still in there ge
