The Way You Taste
Suddenly, an illicit image slams into my mind, uninvited, but vivid as hell.
Me, seated behind the wheel of my car, with Willow straddling me. Her dress hitched up dangerously high, as she rides my cock into oblivion.
My fingers, which had been gently cupping her head a second ago, now harshly grab at her hair.
Damn this mate bond. And damn this mate of mine, exploiting it, sending me fantasies, and watching with that smug look as I react.
That sassy grin. That damn taunting grin. She knows exactly what she's doing to me, and she's loving it. As if daring me. Pushing me.
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