I’m throbbing in my pants as her taste sits on my tongue and the scent of her pussy fills this car. Never in my right mind would I have done something like that before I met Rosie, but since I laid eyes on my little flower, I can’t seem to think straight.

My little flower.

Fuck, what’s come over me that’s made me so possessive in a matter of a few stolen moments spent together? This isn’t me, but somehow it feels so right. The women in my past barely held my attention longer than it ...