BAD BOY

The second I closed the door behind me, I was already hard as fuck.

Damn.

That woman was fire. Every time she opened her mouth to tell me no, every time she straightened her back and tried to act holy, it just made me want her more. The game wasn’t turning me off… it was turning me on.

I could still see her sitting there on my couch, clutching that purse like it could protect her. Her thighs pressed tight together, her chest rising and falling like she was trying to breathe ...