Steel’s POV
“I’m going to take care of the condom,” I told Cracker, kissing the side of her head as I got off the bed.
I loved the way she could take me, the wild side of me. Because no matter how you looked at it, I was a big guy, and sometimes I didn’t know my own strength. Which meant that more often than not, I had to hold back, remind myself that not everyone could take me, that I could turn s*x into a painful affair. To finally have someone where I could let all of myself out – to finally be fueled by raw, wild s****l desire – gave the s*x a new edge that I quickly found myself addicted to…
It was easy to find her bathroom, and as I already suspected, it was crowded with girly things. Razors, creams, and make-up that I didn’t even know the name of. And it was sort of cluttered aro
