Marcus's hand remained frozen between Sienna's thighs, the scalding, soaking wet heat of her searing into his palm like a brand. She was drenched, her swollen, puffy lips yielding and parting under his thick fingers, her slick honey coating his skin. He gave one tentative, experimental drag through her glistening slit, watching mesmerized as a fresh wave of her sweet, sticky arousal welled up and trickled over his knuckles.
Sienna let out a shaky, desperate moan that echoed obscenely in the marble bathroom stall. "f**k… yes, Mr. Kane," she panted, her hips jerking forward to grind against his palm. "Just like that. Don't stop now… your big hand feels so f*****g good on my aching pussy."
The sound of his name in that wrecked, c**k-drunk voice sent a violent jolt of pure, depraved lust str
