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For those who like smut and masked men.
“Call her a name other than the one on her name tag, and I will shove one of those gasoline pumps so far down your throat, you will bleed from the inside out,” Biker Guy snarls.
The bar for men is clearly in hell because all it takes is a deep voice and basic human decency for me to form a crush.
“I don’t want to take anyone else, Violet. You’re the only person I want on the back of my bike.”
He then reaches his arm back to pat the edge of my thigh and squeeze it before taking off.
He uses a finger to hook through the belt loop on my pants and pulls me toward him.
“Don’t hide your neck. You enjoy showing your artwork and I enjoy showing mine,” he murmurs against my throbbing skin.
“Don’t mention getting on another man’s bike in front of me, Violet. You ride with me, you stay here with me and you leave with me.”
“If this is how wet you get for a stranger, you must be drowning the men you know,”
She haunts me when I’m not around her. And when I’m with her, she possesses me in every sense of the word.
“Yeah, but the clerk at this one lets me eat her pussy on the back of a bike.”
