Still horny the next day

The next morning I woke up still hard, my mind replaying every second of Riley bent over that table, begging me to use her. The way she submitted, the way she came apart when I took control—it stuck with me. That kind of girl was addictive. And it made me think of someone else who had that same quiet, eager-to-please energy.

Marcus’s girlfriend.

I’d seen her at Bible study a few times. She always sat close to him, smiling politely, dressed modestly, but there was something in the way she looked at me when she thought no one was watching. She was cute in that soft, unassuming way—big eyes, full lips, the kind of girl who probably never said no to anything her boyfriend wanted. The thought of taking her from him made my cock twitch.

I’d already stolen Rachel from John. I had fucked his wife in there own house while he was I. The next room over preaching about temptations. If I could do that, why not her too? The idea of making Marcus’s girlfriend moan my name instead of his was too tempting to ignore.

I rolled out of bed, already planning my next move. Bible study was coming up again soon. I’d have to find a way to get her alone, test the waters, see if she was as submissive as Riley. The thought of bending her over in some quiet corner while Marcus sat clueless in the living room made me grin.

I grabbed my phone and texted Marcus, asking if he wanted to hang out before the next study. If his girlfriend tagged along, even better. I was already imagining how I’d make her mine.