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My mind can racefor hours thinking of all I want to do to my sweet Katie girl.

We agree upon patience. A silent agreement.

Her. Me. Us.

I close the garage bay door and take her hand.

“Where does your future husband think you are right now?” I ask with a lip-curling half grin.

Promises and diamond rings don’t mean a fucking thing to me.

My Katie girl’s presence the proof. That’s the promise. If her fucking fiancé took care of her the right way she would not be here with me.

“Out for a drive,” she says. “And maybe to get coffee.”

“All alone?”

She nods.

I step in front of her and touch under her chin. “A real man should know better than to let someone like you out of theirsight. I’d have you caged up while I was away. Locked up tight, kept safe and hidden until I returned home.”

She shivers.

She likes it.

Her sultry mind wants all of this.

My cock aches inside my jeans. It’s time to get this night rolling right along.

I slide my left hand around my Katie girl’s body, grab her ass and pull her against me.

She’s soft and warm. She’s the most fuckable thing in the world.

My new play toy. Maybe my forever play toy.

I grab the top of her pants and pick her up. With ease.

She cries out as I’m more than certain I’m giving her a wedgie.

I don’t give a fuck.

I’ll peel those dirty panties from her cunt and between her ass cheeks and lick them end to end.

I toss my Katie girl over my shoulder and make my way from the garage to the steps up to the apartment. My fingers dighardat her ass and between her legs over her jeans. I stick my pointer, middle, and ring fingers together and making a waving motion, rubbing her jeans into her panties into her cunt.

“Corbin,” she purrs. “Holy fuck… Corbin…”

I step into the apartment and pause.

“Are you going to come right now, darling?”

“Yes,” she whimpers.

“Jesus Christ, does he even touch you at all?”

She groans.

I stop moving my fingers. “I asked you a fucking question. Does your fiancé touch you?”