“f*****g perfect," I groan. Pushing my hand along her spine, her body bends just right and I lower my head. I flick her n****e with my tongue, swirling it in my mouth before nipping it gently.
“Oh God," she mews.
One hand on each of my cheeks, she looks up at me with glossy eyes.
“I've wanted this for so f*****g long," I confess, kissing her tit.
Her eyes widen like this is news to her.
“f**k me, Benji. f**k me like one of your club whores."
Snapping upright, I fist her hair.
“I'll f**k you, but I'll never disrespect you like a club w***e. Do you understand?"
Her lashes flutter before she nods softly.
***
Benji
Lacing my palm with hers, I lower her to the dusty ground, my knees straddling her body. The mounds of used parts and broken motorcycles from over the years conceal us
