**CONTENT WARNING**
At the bar, I made a damn point to stop the massive observation of Captain Cock Hardener in the far corner. So when a voice came across in a deep southern drawl right beside me, I went haywire inside.
“I hate bein’ hit on.”
I glanced left and confirmed Blondie’s stance. Hands loose on his hips, leg cocked, me in his line of fire. This was the man I went home to, fucked my fist to, climaxed long and loud to since I’d first laid eyes on him five months ago. And yeah, even thoug...
Published on July 06, 2013 11:39