Kate's jealous little thought hit me like a filthy confession straight into my brain through the telepathic bond:
[Hmph… you don't have a girlfriend, huh? Then what about that married slut Jennifer? She's somebody else's wife too, just like me… and you fucked her so goddamn hard that night. You let her ride your face like a desperate whore, grinding her soaked cunt all over your tongue until she squirted down your throat.]
[You're such a bad fucking guy, Jack… a total cock-hungry player who ruins married pussy and doesn't even care. Why does thinking about you stretching her cheating hole make me so wet and pissed at the same time? I hate it… But I want to be the only one you wreck from now on.]
Her jealous voice echoed loud and clear in my head, thick with envy and dripping with arousal. I had to bite back a smirk. God, she's getting possessive already.
