Downstairs, Mum laughed loudly at something her friend said.
Mark fingered me faster, thumb rubbing my c**t. My knees buckled. He held me up, lips against my ear.
“You’re going to come on my fingers while your mum is right downstairs,” he whispered. “And then I’m going to bend you over this couch and f**k you raw. Understand?”
I whimpered, nodding desperately.
My resistance was crumbling fast.
And I was terrified how much I wanted him to break me completely.
Mark didn’t give me time to think.
He pulled his fingers out of me, spun me around, and bent me over the back of the big leather couch. My hands gripped the cushions. My ass was pushed out toward him, shorts and panties yanked down to my knees in one rough motion.
“Mark… wait—” I whispered, panic rising even as my p***y throbbe
