Quanah
Fuck, f**k, f**k! It could only be a spell; that was the only explanation for losing my mind whenever I got close to that girl.
Damn woman! Luckily, Denah showed up at the right time, pulling me out of there before I tore off those thin pants and buried myself inside her.
The scent of her desire was intoxicating, but the smell of her climax drove me even more insane. The last thing I needed now was the damn smell of her c*m lingering on me.
“What did you want with me, Denah?” I growled, trying not to think about her.
Those flushed cheeks after coming, speckled with her freckles, her full lips parting and moaning my name.
Fucking girl!
“The club’s open, and your brother’s at the door, stopping anyone from coming in.”
It had to be him, the buzzkill. As if it wasn’t enough that
