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What if it was a woman?

Oh. Man… I’m torn. If she went down on Jessie, that’d be hot, but I still might have to kill her for touching her, for seeing Jessie’s goods.

“Fucking little witch,” I mutter as I trace the bee, and she shudders. “Getting me hot.”

Getting me jealous over a past and a life.

I start to finger her slowly, two of them up in her cunt.

“This is the thing. I like the idea of sharing you, but I don’t think I want to. I don’t think I like you having been touched before.”

She makes sounds like she’s telling me off, spitting Jessie fire.

And I laugh.

Christ she’s the hottest thing on the planet.

I tangle a hand in her hair, and pull her head up as I bend over her, fingering her harder. “You make me want to talk such filth. You tempt me to do it, just to see. But that? Letting other men fuck you? Other women? Nope. No way. I think that I want to keep you. As mine.”

Keep her.

The words roll through me and a bolt of need shoots to the tip of my cock, making my balls tighten.

I pull out my fingers and I slam into her, balls deep, shuddering as I’m seated where I belong.

In her.

I lick her ear, bite her lobe. “Oh, fuck, Jessie, you are tight. So fucking hot. You’re a furnace and it feels beyond good. I could stay here, hard, in you.”

But I pull back, and I bite and suck her nape before letting her go and straightening. I watch as my cock comes nearly all the way out of that wetness, that tunnel of sweet depravity, savoring every fucking inch and how she sucks at me, like her cunt doesn’t want to let me go.

She tries to push back, but I stay.

Just long enough to torture myself. Then I slam back into her. I grab her ass cheeks, pull them apart to watch, to see that asshole wrenched open, just a little by my hands, to see my cock saw into her.

I just give into it; I fuck her hard and deep and rough. She’s grunting, making sounds, trapped and slave to my mercy, which I have none of.

Her cunt starts to tighten and I don’t stop myself, I’m already on the verge. I hammer into her, pounding her down into the table as my whole body turns electric, buzzes, and I let myself go, coming hard in her.

I shudder, shake, and I’m totally fucking gone.

The orgasm takes my whole being and transports me to another plane.

As I start to come down, I collapse on her, kissing her back, her cheek, throat. Nape.

Jessie’s breathing hard, her body both pliable and shaking.

I didn’t let her come.

But I’m not finished.

I pull out and use some of the combined fluids to paint her asshole because it’s not going to take me long to get hard again, and—

“Rush?”

She goes stiff.

We’re both looking at the mirror.

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