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Seb and Freddie don’t know who I am. They don’t see the person I’ve become. They like the part of me I choose to show them. The old me before Spencer destroyed my world, but Callen doesn’t care. He sees me for what I am now… and his cock wants to make me pay for it.
“I want you to climb onto my bike,” he says.
I do as he asks. Maybe because a part of me wants to be punished.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he purrs. “I won’t hurt you.”
My head turns sharply, alarmed by his sudden tenderness. “What?”
“I was talking to my bike,” he says, stroking the seat. He arches one eyebrow. “Did you think I was going to be gentle with you, princess?”
I hope not. I balance myself on the motorbike, putting my legs on either side. He circles, checking me out from all angles, then pushes me forward. I’m stretched out. My arse hangs over the back of the bike while my tits are pushed against the seat.
He yanks my skirt up. My tights don’t slow him down. He tears through the hosiery, splitting the fabric, and the chilly breeze against my pussy makes me shiver.
“Oh, yeah…” He spanks my arse, making it burn. The noise echoes through the trees. “I can see why the Dukes are fighting over who gets to fuck you.”
“Screw you.”
“It’s a good thing you brought scissors,” he says, taking them from my hand and using them to snip away the strings of my thong. The black fabric whizzes past, thrown into the undergrowth.
His fingers roughly part my pussy lips and lather themselves in my slickness. I hate him for making me feel this way. “You can’t pretend that you don’t want me when your pussy is this wet.”
“Fuck you, Callen.”
I gasp as he spits on me. His warm spit drips down my arse, mixing with my pussy juice and spilling over the seat. Goosebumps ripple over my skin while a Callen-shaped handprint still stings in the breeze.
“The other Dukes worship your body. They take their time to pleasure you, but me?” He drops his voice menacingly. “I’m going to keep taking from you until you can’t stand straight.”
I hear a zipper. The clang of a metal belt buckle. Seconds later, his thick cock rubs against my entrance. He grasps my hips and slides me back. The cool metal of his Prince Albert contrasts my wet heat, and he slams into me with one thrust, making me cry out.
“Your pussy feels even better than I remember,” he grunts.
I hate him. I fucking hate him! All that hate builds, whipping me into a wild frenzy. He fucks me hard and fast in violent, merciless thrusts. He spanks my arse hard, right on the sweet spot of the curve. I arch my back, the front of my body soaking up the residual warmth of the engine.
“I’ll make you gush over my seat,” he says. “Every time I ride this bike, I want to remember me fucking you over it.”
“I’ll…” My voice trails off until he buries himself deep inside me and pauses for a second. “I’ll never get on a fucking bike with you again!”
“Turn over, princess,” he says. “I’m going to spread you wide.”
He withdraws. There’s plenty of space for me to lie on my back. I don’t look at his face, but I can’t help being drawn to his throbbing cock. He thinks he’s using me, but I’m using him too.
He stands astride the motorbike and strips, throwing his leather jacket to the ground. He doesn’t care that it’s cold or that anyone could stumble upon us. I hope he freezes to death… after making me come. He parts my legs and spits on my pussy, coating it. His fingers circle my clit, smearing himself over me. I chew my lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s making my toes curl, but my tensing inner thighs give me away. He smirks as he rests my ankles on his shoulders and enters me again with vigour.
“Don’t worry, princess,” he coos. “You’re not going to fall off… not until I’m done with you, anyway.”
There’s nowhere for me to hang onto as my tits jump around like we’re riding the bike. He pounds into me brutally. I watch his cock plunge in and out with purpose. Again and again. I can’t speak. He’s stealing my words, and all I can do is moan.
“What would Freddie say if he saw this?” Callen taunts.
He doesn’t wait for an answer, but it spurs him on. He won’t stop. His left-hand reaches down to stroke my clit. The sensation is intense, borderline painful, and then he slaps it hard, making my pussy jolt and clamp around him.
“That’s it, princess,” Callen pants. “Keep taking my cock like the dirty whore you are.”
“Fuck you,” I groan as our bodies collide with a smash, and he bounces me off of him like my sole purpose is to be used by him. “I’ll fucking kill you.”
“You can try.” Callen thrusts deeply and holds himself there. “But you’re not going to kill me until you’ve come all over my cock.”
