**Title: The Reunion**

I hadn’t expected to run into him here. My possessive ex, Jason, standing in the alley behind the bar where I worked, leaning against his car like he’d been waiting for me. His arms were crossed, his smirk as cocky as ever. “Missed you, baby,” he said, his voice low and rough like gravel.

I should’ve walked away. But the way he looked at me—like I was still his, like he could still take what he wanted—sent a familiar heat between my legs. I swallowed hard, my pussy already clenching at the memory of how good he used to fuck me.

“You shouldn’t be here,” I said, but my voice wavered.

Jason didn’t answer. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out something black and rubber. A ballgag. My breath hitched. He smirked. “You remember how much you liked this, don’t you?”

Fuck. I did. I remembered how it felt, stuffed between my teeth, his hands gripping my hair as he fucked my throat. My knees went weak.

Before I could protest, he had me pressed against the brick wall, the cold rough surface digging into my back. His mouth crashed against mine, his tongue forcing its way in like he owned me. And god, I let him. I moaned into the kiss, my hands fisting in his shirt.

“Such a good girl,” he growled, pulling back just long enough to shove the gag between my teeth. The rubber filled my mouth, stretching my lips wide, silencing me except for muffled whimpers. His fingers trailed down my body, rough and possessive, until he reached my jeans. He unbuttoned them with one hand, shoving them down my hips along with my panties.

I gasped around the gag as his fingers slipped between my lips, sliding through my wetness. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he muttered. “Missed my cock that much?”

I nodded desperately, my hips grinding against his hand. He chuckled and pulled his fingers away, leaving me whimpering. Then he reached into his car and pulled out something else—a massive dildo, thick and curved, the kind that stretched me to my limit.

My eyes widened.

“You remember this too, don’t you?” he said, running the tip through my slick folds. “Filled your greedy little cunt and ass at the same time, made you scream.”

I moaned around the gag, my body trembling at the memory.

Jason didn’t waste time. He lubed up the toy and pressed it against my tight hole, pushing in slowly. I cried out as the thick head breached me, my ass clenching around the invasion. He didn’t stop until it was buried inside me, my body stretched impossibly full.

“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, gripping my hips. “Taking this like a good slut.”

Then his fingers were back on my clit, rubbing rough circles as the toy stayed buried in my ass. I bucked against his hand, my pussy aching for more.

Jason unzipped his pants, his cock springing free—hard and thick, just like I remembered. He lined himself up with my dripping slit and thrust in deep, filling me in one stroke.

I screamed around the gag, my body overwhelmed. The dildo in my ass, his cock in my pussy, the stretch was almost too much—but fuck, it felt incredible.

He set a brutal pace, slamming into me, the toy shifting inside me with every thrust. The stimulation was everywhere—his cock pounding my g-spot, the dildo rubbing against my walls, his fingers still rubbing my clit.

I was close, so close. My legs shook as the pressure built, my moans turning desperate.

“Come on, baby,” Jason growled. “Squirt for me. Let me feel it.”

I couldn’t hold back. Pleasure exploded through me, my pussy clamping down on his cock as I gushed around him, soaking his thighs. He groaned, his thrusts turning erratic before he buried himself deep and came, hot cum filling me.

He pulled out slowly, leaving me a trembling mess. The gag fell from my mouth as I gasped for air.

Jason smirked, tucking himself back in. “Still mine,” he said, like it was a fact.

And god help me, as I stood there with my pants around my ankles and his cum dripping down my thighs, I knew he was right.