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He’s a beauty, a Harley Davidson Sportster and yes, he’s a he because personally, I like riding men.
“Use your words, Freya.”
“Oh, I’m not opposed to sharing,” he says, “so long as I’m the one in charge.”
“God, you’re beautiful. You feel so good, Angel. Look at you, taking me so well.”
“So, what? You’re going to fuck me into submission?” River leans back down till his face hovers above mine. He presses a soft kiss against my lips. “You’ll have a hard time picking the lock when you’re pinned to the bed with my cock.” Holy shit. He’s going to fuck me into submission.
“You’re...big.” I choke out. River smirks. “You can take me.” He draws out, slowly, then slams back into me.
I hate it. I hate having her hands on me because it’s too much like when Freya touches me. And she is not Freya. She is not mine.
I drop back to walk with River. “Careful, your jealousy is showing.” His face stays blank. “Nothing to be jealous of. She’s mine.” I raise a brow. “Ours.” “Ours,” he reluctantly concedes. I shake my head. “Possessive bastard.” He smirks at me. “Don’t worry, I’ll share.” I feel myself start to harden at that. The idea of all of us taking Freya together. “Fuck, yes.”