~JOYCE~

Three days had passed since I’d caught Marcus in the bathroom with his hand wrapped around his thick cock, groaning my name like a prayer.

I’d avoided him ever since.

Not because I was disgusted.

God, no.

That was the problem.

The moment I saw him stroking him cock and heard my name spill from his lips like a desperate, broken confession, something inside me snapped.

 My hand had drifted under my own waistband before I even realized what I was doing.

Sticking to the shadows of the hallway, peering through the crack in the door, I fingered my pussy until I came so hard my knees nearly buckled,...