TYSON
Oof—I clutched at my stomach.
This f*****g girl!
Goddess, she was so infuriating!
She pissed me the f**k off!
And yet… I might have been in love?
No, I did not just think that. I definitely did not just think that. There was no f*****g way I was in love with the most infuriating b***h I'd ever met. But, Goddess be damned, I'd be lying if I said that wasn't some of the hottest s*x I'd ever had—if I said I didn't want to do it all over again. Was it possible to be addicted to a p***y?
Everything about her was perfect. Okay, most of the time she really pissed me the f**k off. But then there were times that I saw a different side of her—a less prickly side. And, Goddess, her body, the way she smelled, the way she screamed my name, her amazingly gorgeous t**s, her big, round ass, h
