Marcus stood in the middle of the living room like he was waiting for judgment. Shirt gone. Jeans open but still hanging on his hips. Hands locked behind his back. At six-foot-four and stacked with muscle from years in the gym, he looked huge… but right now he felt small. His c**k was already thick and heavy in his briefs, leaking a wet spot just from knowing what was coming.
The bedroom door opened.
Ava walked out slowly.
Six-foot-one barefoot, but those black combat boots made her tower even more. Ripped jeans tight on her long legs. Leather jacket open, no shirt underneath, just that thin black sports bra stretched over her chest and the fat bulge pushing hard against her zipper. Dark hair in a high, tight ponytail. Eyes locked on him like he was already hers.
She didn’t rush. She c
