Page 4 of Make You Miss Me

He whispers, “Fresh little minx.” This time, I grind my ass back into his hard dick.

And as if he can’t wait another second, he starts untying the back of my corset. I love that I’m driving this sexy-as-fuck guy so wild with lust.

“Aren’t you the perfect little present I get to unwrap? I can’t wait to see these beautiful tits of yours bounce as I ride you hard… Can you handle that, my little bunny?” He gives my wiggling ass a quick slap.

“Oh God, yes!” I moan, unable to form any other words because my anticipation for round two has all the blood rushing to my core and none to my head.

Still pulling at my corset laces, he leans down to my ear and whispers, “No, not God, but close… it’s Trent, and that’s what I want to hear you scream when I make you come from now on, doll.”

My heart drops to my stomach.

Wait, what…

Every tingle, every spark…

Everything makes sense now.

Trent-

Fuck man, I’m ready to take this girl again. Her heavy breathing and the way she’s rubbing her thighs together as I untie her corset proves she is just as ready as I am.

There’s something so familiar about her, like I’ve had my hands on her before. Maybe the tequila from earlier is hitting a little harder than I thought.

I don’t know if it’s the feeling of familiarity or what, but damn, she has flipped my world with one quick fuck against the wall.

We’ve been so caught up in each other we haven’t even exchanged names, but for round two I plan to take my time, and I want to hear my name when she’s moaning in pleasure.

I lean down, untying the last of her corset allowing it to fall to the bed, and whisper, “No, not God, but close… it’s Trent, and that’s what I want to hear you scream when I make you come from now on, doll.”

I feel her body, which was just putty under my touch, tense up.What the hell?

Trying to bring her back to me, I gather her long hair from her back and wrap it around my fist. In doing so, I reveal a gorgeous tattoo running down her spine.

I run my fingertips along the words and trace the design at the top.No, it couldn’t be.

“Maggie?” I question.

That’s when everything seems to hit her, and she scurries away from me.

“Whoa, what’s wrong, babe? I can’t believe it’s you!” I smile widely at her.What are the chances?

Taking a step back, I admire her bare form. “Wow… I haven’t stopped imagining what you would look like stripped down for me. Now, seeing you standing here without that sexy mask and outfit, the reality is far better than I envisioned. You’re fucking stunning.”

Except this blonde Maggie does not look happy to see me, even though I’ve been dreaming about this day for months. That’s when it hits me. She tensed up when I told her my name.

“I… I’m… I’m sorry I have to go. Fuck, I’m so sorry Trent,” she says while trying to gather her clothes.

“Doll, what’s wrong? Why are you running?” I reach out for her, but I can tell my comforting words won’t change what’s happening. It’s like an ice-cold bucket of water has been dumped on me. What the hell is going on?

She has tears in her eyes as she attempts to re-lace her corset, her trembling fingers missing the loopholes.

Seeing how upset she is, I don’t want to cause her any more distress, so I hand her a t-shirt that will be long enough to cover her ass.

She grabs it and slides it over her gorgeous body. “Thank you, Trent.” She hurries towards the door. “I’m so fucking sorry.” These are the last words she says as she walks out the door, closing it gently behind her.

What the fuck just happened? Feeling like déjà vu all over again, but this time it was even worse because she chose to leave me.

Chapter Two

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