Chapter 7.
NO MATTER HOW HARD Stephen concentrated on Teagan’s hot mouth wrapped around his c**k, nor the delicious p***y that he knew was waiting for him, he could not get hard.
“What’s wrong with you tonight?” She threw at him, still on her knees and staring daggers at him.
Oh yeah, like that was going to help.
He pulled away from her and grabbed his jeans.
“It’s not full moon. Wait until tomorrow night.”
He pulled on his jeans, tucked his flaccid c**k away and zipped himself up.
How f*****g embarrassing.
She pouted, crossing her arms over her perky little breasts. “You’ve never worried about that before.”
“Yeah, well. I am this month. Okay? Just come back tomorrow.”
He threw her tank top and knickers at her, and watched with a strange detachment as she got dressed.
The door t
