Bast!rd

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄

I really didn't know if to call Marcus Blacksmith a son of bitch because his parents were no more or if to strangle him the next time I set eyes on him.

A bitch was in dire need of some dick and she offered him pussy on a platter of gold. All he had to do was take it and he walked through the door like he had all of the money in the world and could get whatever the fuck it was he wanted. Fuck him, fuck me, fuck the silly attraction between us that wasn't willing to die anytime soon.

After all of my ranting, one thing was clear, I wanted that man even more now and it was crazy that shit was fucked up. Even if we hadn't gone to the extreme, I wished we'd at least done some in that library. Closing my eyes, I imagined my going down on my knees for him in that library. I could visualize what his face would look like when I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. By the time my tongue was swirling around his tip, I was pretty sure his eyes were going to be halfway clos