He bent me over the window frame. I didn’t ask him to be gentle. He wasn’t. My moans fogged the glass while he fucked me like he owned the road and the man who rode it.

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I didn’t come to beg. But the moment I dropped to my knees in that inn room, he looked down at me like I was salvation and sin. I opened my mouth. He lost his name.

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I rode him the way I ride the back roads: slow at first, then hard, then with no plan to stop. My thighs burned. My breath caught. My name on his tongue like a secret.

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Two doors down from the bakery. That’s where he said to meet him. No names. No promises. Just throttle, chrome, sweat, and hunger. I showed up wet. Stayed longer than planned.

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