I moaned softly, my head falling back. His fingers rubbed slow, firm circles over my clit through the fabric, making my knees buckle. “Marcus… please…”

“Please what?” He pushed two thick fingers under the waistband of my shorts and panties, sliding them through my slippery folds. “Please stop? Or please finger this greedy cunt until you cum on my hand like you did on my face at the club?”

I gasped as he plunged two fingers deep inside me without warning. The stretch was immediate, delicious. My walls clenched around him, still slightly sore from the other night but aching for more. He pumped them slowly, curling, stroking that spot...