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“Come here, you cocksucking little slut.”
Lol what a way to start
I’m not going to cheat on my wife.
*standing gyu emoji*
“Cock Ring? Is that you?”
SAGE
“I’ll see you at 0800 hours for flight training, then, I’m guessing?” I let my voice ring out, but he doesn’t so much as turn back, nor appreciate my joke.
You are kinda annoying Sage
Is it worse that I told him he didn’t know the way to a woman’s clit, or that I called him Cock Ring in a busy airport?
Cock ring imo
I’m thickening and lengthening on that first contact, and I slide up to press the silver barbell at my tip.
Pierced thank you hallelujah
“Lead the way, boss.” “You—You can just call me Beau, you know.” “I do… but this game is much more fun.”
Lmao
Here lies Sage Maloney—daughter, sister, friend. Cut down in her prime by a perfect mustache, low-slung jeans concealing all manner of cowboy virility, and an adonis belt coated in a dusting of dark hair.
RIP
“Good to see you two are still keeping it in the family.”
Bahahaa
“I might be a little out of practice now, but in another lifetime, I would have been able to show you the ride of your goddamn life.” The words roll like the first rumble of thunder between us.
Bark
“I said I was a bit out of practice, baby. Not that I didn’t know what I was doing.”
Wooooooof
“What are you gonna do? Put me over your knee?” “You’re not a child,” I grunt. “No, I’m not.” Her tongue runs slowly over her bottom lip as she studies me and reads me like a fucking book. “But I am a hot-blooded woman who very much enjoys being treated to a spank or ten by someone who knows how to handle me.”
Damn
“So that’s why I have to… I have to just be your boss, baby.” “My very married boss.” “Yes. Your extremely fucking married boss.”
Sage Maloney doesn’t pine after a mustache she cannot make the acquaintance of.
Bless
My hat. As realization settles in, a smile creeps across my face. I haven’t worn this in front of him, yet. Evidently, the cowboy hat rule is alive and thumping its chest like a caveman in these mountains. Does he think I’m wearing someone else’s hat?
Ofc it is
“Hey, hey. All I’m saying is don’t cut your dick off to spite your face.” “Pretty sure that’s not the saying,” I mutter into my whiskey.
Pretty sure it is
Cock Ring: Are you still at your computer?
Gurl...
“You.” Kiss. “Drive.” Nip. “Me.” Suck. “Fucking.” Lick. “Insane.”
Zjzjfzo eeeee
her channel,
.... Oh goodie
“What are you doing?” I swallow hard. “You’re—you’re married.”
Girl hush
I’m not a religious man, but I’m pretty sure I just found the woman I’ll never get past having such a powerful, craving desire for. To willingly worship every day.
Goddamn
“Shouldn’t we consult those marriage vows?”
Girl shut the fuck up......
“When did I first know I was bi? Pretty sure I took one look at that gorgeous librarian searching for ancient relics, her dashing treasure hunter, and realized a whole lot of things about myself. Talk about one little movie about Mummies being my entire sexual awakening.”
Gir same
“I can’t quit you.”
How very brokeback mountain of you
“You’re my sunset sky, baby. Bright and mysterious and beautiful all at the same time.”
Omg
“Sarge… how does your married boss know your phone passcode?” Layla drops her voice low.
Layla shut up
“You and I? We’re end game, baby.” Then he shoots his arm forward to block the driver’s side so I can’t climb into the truck. “I’m in love with you, Sage.”
Oh no
Your girl loves a grand gesture.
