My c**k was onboard with what she wanted, but my head was screaming at me like it had been for days that she was hurt. Hurt by my family. I looked back down at her arm, and I had that swarming feeling of guilt crash over me again.
"Don't Tanner, please don't turn me down. You haven't touched me in weeks. I need you . We can be careful" she pretty much begged. Me careful, had she not been taking notes. I wasn't careful. I liked s*x rough. I swallowed hard, the way she stood there, her eyes begging, her face makeup less and her hair down. She looked like a god-damn angel, and I didn't deserve that. I doidn't deserve her. What other woman would notice food going to waste ? Care about it ? I wouldn't have even blinked when I threw it out. But I got Hank to come back to please her. I found m
