GrishamI go hard the moment the words are out of her mouth. I want to think of her like a child, someone’s child, Drew’s child. But she’s no child. She’s a woman. A beautiful woman at that, and she was wet for me back there.
She can hardly look at me as she makes this offer, to allow me to take her. It reeks of inexperience. She has no idea what this means.
I would ravage her, hurt her, play with her, f**k her. I wouldn’t let up until she was boneless and weary and barely able to stand. I want that. I wanted it the moment I saw her holding that kid’s tiny c**k. I wanted it when I grabbed her ponytail and when I touched those beautiful t**s.
But claiming her means something. I don’t claim women. I don’t have an old lady for a reason. They are liabilities. The last woman I had in my life
