His mind was a mess, but his body stayed put, as though awaiting her permission to f**k her again.
Or was it something else he was asking for altogether? Compassion? Companionship?
Janet’s eyes were still glassy from their earlier fight. She turned her face away, but he caught her chin and forced her to meet his gaze.
"Could you stand to be with the woman who can't ask questions?" she scoffed, his earlier lack of tact stinging anew as she reminded him of it, eyes blazing.
"You're staying to f**k, not throw a tantrum," he said, almost more to himself than to her.
Right.
Just a f**k toy.
So what if he wanted to f**k the hurt and pain Mandy left behind away?
Janet's p***y was incredible. Just what he needed. She would f*****g do it.
What choice did she have?
He was El Padr
