(Beverley’s POV)We were on the couch, lost in each other, the kind of lost where the rest of the world simply ceased to exist. The living room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the television we’d pretended to watch for cover. Marcus had me pinned beneath him, his strong body covering mine completely. His cock was buried deep inside me, stretching me in that perfect, aching way that made my toes curl and my breath hitch every single time.He fucked me hard, relentless, the wet slap of skin against skin echoing softly in the quiet house. Each thrust pushed me deeper into the cushions, my back arching, my nails digging into his broad shoulders. I moaned into his shoulder, muffling the sound against his warm, sweat-slicked skin. My legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, pulling him even closer. I wanted all of him. Needed every inch.“Fuck, Bev,” he growled low in my ear, his voice rough with lust. “You feel so goddamn good. So tight.”
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