Malthe
Dimitra laid in my arms without putting up a fight. I felt heat radiating from her body and man! What a torture it was. My c**k laid on the crack of her naked ass, my nose on the crook of her neck. My arms were wrapped tightly around her because I didn't want to let her go. I dont know why but f**k. I wasn't ready for her to leave me.
Her breathing evened and I assumed she fell asleep. Her dreadlocks were tied in the big bun on top of her head and I wondered if it wasn't heavy. Million thoughts ran up and down my mind.
I was about to daze off when I heard a whimper. It was from Dimitra. My hold tightened around her. A sob broke from her throat.
"Please Tyler, I didn't kill your child." She cried out and I froze. It was that bastard Tyler again taunting my woman. She went on sob
