PHOENIX
Surprisingly, I’m still not jumping on her, grabbing her head, kissing her senseless, and thrusting my tongue into her mouth. Last night was already torture—after sending her home, I went to my club and sat there for a while when a woman flirted with me. She was beautiful with a f**k-able body, but she wasn’t Samantha, and my c**k didn’t even show interest.
If it happened before I met Samantha, I already brought her to a hotel room and f****d her senseless, but since I met my princess, any woman wanting my attention, it seems like they don’t exist anymore.
Now, she’s sitting beside me with a tiny dress that shows off her cleavage. My c**k instantly throbs in my pants—it’s a little bit uncomfortable especially when she laughs freely. My shitty brain imagines her moans, her
