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wouldn¡¯t cum too fast. That girl was thirsty for me. The best part was, I didn¡¯t get the vibe
that many men made her act that way. Her head kept lowering with shame, making me
feel a little guilty. She had nothing to feel bad about; in fact, I wanted to see more of it.
When she was sitting across from me, squirming in her chair, I could tell she was
getting wet. Fuck, it was so sexy, watching her chest rise and thighs tighten together.
Sneaky girl thought she could fool me.
A loud grunt came from me, but I didn¡¯t care, I quickened my pace again, imagining
her rosy cheeks that made her even more innocent. Fuck, it was hot. I could tell she
wanted to touch herself right there, I should have let her. I should have told her I
wouldn¡¯t tell anyone, that I¡¯d just watch if she wanted. That would be really hot. If she
stripped off those fucking scrubs, spread apart her legs, and stroked her clit asking, ¡°Just
like this¡ Wrench?¡±
¡°Fuck,¡± I said out loud in my shower, imagining her saying my bike name. My real
name. It¡¯d be even sexier coming from her lips, way sexier than from other women's
mouths. Samantha was pure¡ªit was clear that she had never been with a biker before,
probably hadn¡¯t even spoken to one. She didn¡¯t find me desirable because I was a biker, I
was desirable in spite of that, and I was about to convert her to my life until she was
screaming ¡°Wrench¡± in my bed.
My mind returned to Samantha sitting on her knees in front of me, on her clinic floor,
as I felt myself reaching my climax. She had to be doing that on purpose. There was no
way anyone could be that nave. But whatever it was, it made me more sexually aggressive
for the rest of our visit. I couldn¡¯t help it. Not after giving me those fucking bedroom eyes
from the floor, like she was submitting herself to me.
God, just one step closer, and she would have been able to slide my jeans over my
erection. I could imagine her sitting there, marveling at it. Bigger than any other man
she¡¯d been with, I was sure. She¡¯d lick her lips, salivating over the sight of it. I¡¯d run my
hand through her blond, smooth hair and say, ¡°Who do you want?¡±
¡°Wrench,¡± she¡¯d answer lustfully.
¡°And what do you need?¡±
¡°I need your cock.¡±
