Now that was a fun sparring match, I thought as I watched her ass sway with each step.
A groan left me as I sat, the head of my hard c**k brushing against the fabric of my slacks. Our encounter had a different effect on me than it did the day before.
She made my blood boil then, but I didn’t understand what that meant until just now.
Miss Pierce.
Roe.
“This situation is your own damn fault,” I said, trying to calm myself before I did something rash.
She was beautiful and full of fire. Small, but feisty, with perfectly plump, kissable lips that I couldn’t help but imagine wrapped around my c**k, her small hand unable to fully encircle my shaft, forcing her to use both hands.
Expressive hazel eyes that captured me. I was completely enraptured by her and turned on in ways I hadn’t been
