Her body shook uncontrollably, her ass clamping and releasing around me like it couldn't decide whether to reject me or worship me. The way she milked my cock made me throb painfully, but I gritted my teeth, holding it back. Not yet. Not fucking yet.
Kim's voice broke as she gasped for air, her head falling back onto my shoulder. "Oh my god—I can't stop—I'm addicted already. Evan, what are you doing to me? I can't even feel my legs—"
I slammed into her harder, cutting her off with a scream. "What I'm doing," I growled, "is giving you what he never could. What he never will. Real cock. Real power. Real fucking ownership."
Her nails raked down my arms, her body jerking helplessly. "Yes—yes! He's nothing! He's nothing compared to you!"
I smirked down at Tom, my thrusts shaking the floor under him. "Hear that, boy? She's choosing me. Right in front of you. You'll never make her scream like this. The only thing you'll get from her now is pity—or maybe spit, if she feels generous."
