Callahan
She's right about the whiskey. I've had enough.
But I walk into my bedroom, slam the door shut and pick up the bottle there to drink some more.
Because tonight, I need it.
I place my gun on the nightstand and bring my fingers to my nose to smell her on them. The taste of her mixed with the taste of the whiskey makes me heady.
My d**k is still hard. I need to f**k. Maybe I should have f****d those women my uncle supplied all this time. I couldn't touch them though. Turned my stomach to think of it.
Her though? f*****g Portia Esmeralda with that big mouth she doesn't know when to shut. Her whiskey eyes and tiny t**s. Her p***y smelling like perfume and tasting like the sweetest thing I've ever tasted?
Yeah. I could f**k her.
I could f**k her for days.
I shove my jeans and b
