Same Time Next Year

by Tessa Bailey

My God, we’re not going to make this interview, are we? I’m going to drive us to a rest stop and ride her pussy in the bed of my truck, aren’t I?

“Come inside,” I whisper, tracing the button of his jeans. “Come to bed.”

“You told your husband, fuck the rubber and give it to me raw, didn’t you, sweetheart?”