I was dripping. My panties were a lost cause, ruined within seconds of walking into the room.
Mark was on the floor, doing pushups. He was shirtless, his skin glistening with sweat. Every time he lowered his body, the muscles in his back bunched and rippled. He looked like a beast. A powerful, dangerous animal.
I squeezed my thighs together. It didn't help. My c**t was throbbing, hard and needy. I needed to come.
My mom, Rita, had left for her book club an hour ago. We were alone. Just me and the man who had raised me since I was twelve, but who I had wanted to f**k since I turned sixteen.
Mark grunted. It was a low, guttural sound that went straight to my core.
I slipped my hand under the waistband of my shorts. I wasn't wearing underwear. I never did when he was home. It made it eas
