All Yours
“Tell me you are Ryan’s good little girlfriend.”
I moaned, rocking against his hand.
He added a third finger, stretching me painfully, perfectly.
“Say it.”
“I—I can’t—”
He fucked me harder with his fingers, thumb grinding my clit.
“You are a liar,” he rasped. “A filthy little liar who just came on the wrong twin’s hand while her boyfriend bought her drinks.”
I came again, sobbing into his neck as I soaked his wrist.
He didn’t stop.
Pulled his fingers out, spun me, bent me over the warm hood.