Grave Dissonance (Rhythm and Tempo, #3)

by Mila Crawford

He gets off the bed, his big dick swinging like a smug sonofabitch.

I am dead.

Okay, so I sent Iggy some cum.

I dont know if these one liners are intentionally hilarious but Im cracking the hell up.

You know what I fuckin’ won’t do?” Iggy bends down, bringing his face a centimeter away from my own. “Be a toy you can wind up and then toss in the corner of a room.”

“I’ll let your fingers be the brush strokes turning my body blue and purple if it means I get all of you.”

“Listen, Marley, I let you plow into my ass like it’s a field and you’re a farmer, but there ain’t no way I’m going to be the little spoon.”