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Holding both of my legs together, I watched as he leaned forward purposely and forcefully as he thrust his cock into my wanting pussy.

I was so close to cumming hard.

I could feel the tension building tight in my core.

I could almost taste the ecstasy of my euphoric release.

Right on the cusp of my orgasmic bliss, Frank pulled out and flipped me over as if I was a damn rag doll. Now on my stomach, I yelped as he yanked my hips back toward him, just as he thrust hard and deep into me from behind, hitting the front walls of my vagina.

Holy fuck!

“Oh, shit!” I gasped, right before Frank landed another slap to my ass.

I no longer cared what the fuck he did, as long as he didn’t stop fucking me.

“That’s it!” I yelled as Frank continued pumping his massive cock in and out of me until I felt my body tighten up, and like a flash of light, it spasmed, before erupting like a volcano as I screamed out my orgasm. Frank gripped my hips tightly, pumping furiously until he stilled deep inside me, letting out a roar that I was sure residents heard down the mountain.

Gasping for air, I lay face down, with Frank over me, breathing heavily as he continued to move slowly inside me. How he was still fucking rock hard, I would never know, but with no downtime, no respite, no break, Frank rolled me on my side, with him behind me. Lifting my leg over his hip, he began to move with purpose once more.

“Hang on, dream girl. I’m just getting started.”

Hearing birds chirping, I opened my eyes and groaned. Slowly sitting up, I grabbed my head, trying to make sense of where I was, when I felt someone brush up against me. Slowly turning around, I stared at Frank sleeping peacefully behind me.

Jumping from the bed as if he scalded me, I frantically looked around the room, silently cursing myself and my traitorous pussy.

“No. No. No,” I whispered as my brain tried to formulate what my eyes already knew. From the look of things, there was only one answer.

I fucked Frank.

Or Frank fucked me.

Either way, I got fucked.

I fucked a brother.

No. No. NO!

Hurriedly grabbing my jeans, I quickly put them on.

Where the fuck was my shirt?

Finding it on his dresser, I grabbed it as a pair of handcuffs clattered to the floor. Freezing, I dared not move. Hearing his soft breathing, I quietly put my shirt on before picking up the cuffs.

Don’t ask me why I did it, but before I could think otherwise, I did the unthinkable.

I handcuffed Frank to his bed.

“Sorry, Frank. But I can’t have you coming after me.”

Giving him a light kiss on the lips, I hurriedly headed for the door and left. Running down the stairs, I made sure I shut the front door of the clubhouse before racing for my car.

Jumping in, I laid my head against the steering wheel and groaned.

“What the fuck did you do?”

Oh, I knew what I did.

More importantly, I know who I did.

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