Chapter 2
Mia’s POV
Marcus just kept talking with Dad up front like nothing was happening, his voice steady and deep while my cunt throbbed against that fat bulge.
“Yeah, the new place has a bigger garage, should fit all your tools easily,” Marcus said to Dad, one hand still gripping my hip tight while the other slowly slid under the side of my dress.
Then suddenly his rough fingers brushed right against my soaked panties, tracing the edge where my thong disappeared between my ass cheeks.
My eyes widened and I clamped my thighs together quickly, heart hammering.
“Marcus, what the f**k are you doing?” I hissed under my breath, trying to sound pissed but it came out all shaky and needy.
He didn’t answer, just kept rubbing my swollen c**t through the drenched fabric in slow, filthy
