Second Chance Rival
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“Yes … please don’t stop…”
My back arched over the gas tank, allowing him to go faster and harder. I felt warm all over with the uncontrollable desire to take away the throbbing ache he was building in me.
“Do you remember how many times I used to fuck you on my bikes?”
“Yes,” I shamelessly moaned, ready to erupt.
“I was your first everything, kitten. There’s no coming back from that. So tell me, how many men have you been with?”
I sucked in air, locking eyes with his predatory glare.
“Why does that matter?”
“You know it does to me.”
“Not many…” I rocked my hips against his fingers. “Oh God…”
“What number?”
“Tristian…” I could feel my core getting wetter. “Can we talk about this later?”
“You’re only honest when I’m inside of you.”
“That’s not true… Oh God… Go faster … harder…”
“Tell me, and I’ll give everything you’re begging me for.”
Having to confess, I panted, “Three.”
“And they had every part of you?”
“Jesus… Tristian … can you just—”
“Where did they touch and fuck you?”
“Not like you.”
“Did you come?”
“Not the way I do with you.”
“Want to know why?” He fingered me harder and faster. “I taught you everything you like, what you love, what you need, what only I can give you.”
“Can you just—”
“Can I just what, kitten? What can I do for my wife?”
I moaned, “Make me come, please…”
“One last question.”
I whimpered.
“Have you ever been in love with another man?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Good girl. Now come for me, kitten.”