Anyone But Me

by J.D. Frost

I could kill Chief Farrow. Could watch the life drain from his eyes and not feel a single ounce of remorse.

Oakley Farrow’s always been beautiful to me, no matter what he looks like.

“Wake up, Ash. Stay with me. Please, baby. Fucking stay with me.”

“First, I need you to get yourself ready for me. Stretched open, nice and loose, okay? And then, I need you to sit on my cock.”

“Fuck. Come here, Ash. Ride me.”

“Come on, baby,” he urges, reaching a hand down to jerk me. “I’m so close. Squeeze my cock with that tight ass and make me come.”

“Yes. The answer is yes. I’ll marry you, Asher Brooks. I’ll marry the shit out of you.”