Anita’s pov

“Come here,” Marcus said the second I stepped back onto the porch after the outdoor shower, water still dripping down my bare legs and my skin clean of his cum. He didn’t wait for an answer.

He grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me like he had been starving for it for months.

His mouth was hot and open, tongue pushing past my lips, tasting me deep while one hand slid down to squeeze my bare ass.

I kissed him back just as hard, naked under the night air, my tits pressed against his still-open shirt.

He broke the kiss only long enough to mutter against...