Soaking Wet

Marcus’s POV)

I slipped out of Beverley’s room just in time, my cock 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 fucking sweet, warm, tangy, and addictive. Wetter and tighter than I had ever imagined. The memory of her pussy clenching around my fingers made my cock 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 getting ready. I had a few precious minutes to let the fire settle… or stoke it even higher.

My mind was reeling from what had just happened upstairs. The way Beverley had buried her face in my shoulder to muffle her moans when she came. The way her tight little pussy had spasmed and gushed around my fingers, soaking my hand. How desperately she had kissed me back, her body arching into every touch even while knowing her mom was right down the hall. She was mine now. She just didn’t fully realize how completely she belonged to me yet.

I went into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water, trying to calm my racing pulse. But my cock refused to soften. It stayed rock hard, leaking precum and tenting my sweatpants obscenely. All because of her. Because of how sweetly she’d submitted to my fingers in her own bed.

A few minutes later, Beverley came downstairs. She looked beautifully wrecked, flushed cheeks, hair slightly messy, lips still a little swollen from our earlier kisses. The second she saw me standing in the kitchen, her eyes widened and she froze mid-step.

I smirked, slow and dark.

I walked over to her deliberately, making sure Bianca was still upstairs. When I was close enough, I leaned in and whispered right against her ear, my breath hot on her skin.

“You came so hard on my fingers, baby girl,” I murmured, voice low and filthy. “I can still taste you on my tongue. So fucking sweet and creamy. Did you like feeling me stretch that tight little pussy while your mom was in the shower?”

Her cheeks turned bright red instantly. She glanced nervously toward the stairs, then back at me, biting her lip.

“Marcus… we can’t keep doing this,” she whispered, but her voice was shaky, breathless. Not convincing in the slightest.

I stepped even closer, pressing her gently but firmly back against the kitchen counter. My hand slid down her body without hesitation and cupped her pussy through her tiny shorts. She was still soaked—the fabric was warm and damp against my palm.

“Look at you,” I growled softly, rubbing her slowly through the material. “Still dripping for me. Your greedy little pussy didn’t want me to stop, did it? You’re making a mess of these shorts.”

She whimpered quietly, her hips twitching forward against my hand despite herself. I rubbed her swollen clit through the fabric in slow, teasing circles, enjoying the way her body reacted so eagerly to me.

“Marcus… Mom is upstairs…” she breathed, her voice breaking into another soft moan.

“I know,” I said, kissing the side of her neck, sucking lightly on her pulse point. “That’s exactly why you’re so wet right now. You love the risk, don’t you? You love knowing I just fingered you to orgasm in your bedroom while your mom was getting clean. You love being my dirty little secret.”

She moaned softly, her head falling back against the cabinet behind her. I kept rubbing her, slow and deliberate, feeling her get even wetter under my fingers. Her hands came up to grip my shoulders, nails digging in as her breathing grew ragged.

“You’re going to cum for me again before she comes down,” I whispered hotly against her ear, nipping at the lobe. “Be a good girl and stay quiet for me. Can you do that, baby?”

I didn’t wait for an answer. I slipped my hand inside her shorts, finding her bare, dripping pussy. Two thick fingers slid easily into her tight, soaked heat. She was even wetter than before, her walls fluttering around me greedily. I curled my fingers, stroking that sensitive spot inside her while my thumb circled her swollen clit with firm pressure.

Beverley bit her lip hard, trying desperately to stay quiet. Her hips bucked against my hand as I fingered her right there in the kitchen, the wet, obscene sounds of my fingers pumping in and out of her filling the space between us.

“That’s it,” I breathed, kissing her quickly to swallow a moan as her pussy clenched tighter. “Soak my fingers again, baby girl. Show me how much you need this. How badly you need me.”

Her breathing became frantic. Her pussy gripped my fingers like a vice, getting wetter with every thrust. I kissed her deeper, tongue sliding against hers to muffle her sounds as she came again, hard, trembling, gushing all over my hand while her mother was just upstairs.

I kept fingering her through every wave, drawing out the pleasure until her legs shook and she was whimpering helplessly against my mouth. Only when she started to come down did I slowly pull my fingers out. I brought them up between us and sucked them clean right in front of her, staring straight into her glassy, lust-filled eyes the entire time.

“Delicious,” I whispered, licking the last traces of her from my skin. “I could eat this sweet pussy for hours.”

I stepped back just as we heard Bianca’s footsteps coming down the stairs. Beverley looked completely wrecked, flushed, breathing hard, eyes hazy with aftershocks. She quickly fixed her shorts and tried to compose herself, smoothing her hair with shaky hands.

I gave her one last dark, satisfied smile before turning to greet Bianca like nothing had happened.

This was only getting better.

Beverley was soaking wet for me, mind, body, and soul.

And I was nowhere near done with her. Not even close.