Alpha Mars' POV
We reach the front of her house quicker than I would have liked, and she leads me over to the garage since she said she forgot her keys. When the garage door slides up, a light instantly flicks on, and I spy a beautiful dark blue Yamaha bike.
“Damn what a beauty.” I whistle as I walk up to the bike and crouch down to see the chrome and metal engine up close. “Whose bike?” I run my thumb over the metal to rub off some dirt.
“Oh, big daddy is mine.” She beams. “Isn’t he a sexy beast?” she giggles.
“You named your bike, big daddy?” I laughed, but now I’m a bit jealous. I should be the only one she calls big daddy, especially when I’m balls deep inside her f*****g p***y every night for the rest of her life! What am I thinking!? Stop, Mars. I am only here for a few weeks. I
