Chapter Fifteen
Dylan
Well played, my love.
Well played, my loveWhen I got her worked up in the laundry room, I didn’t expect to come home from the store ready to rip every shred of fabric off her body and plunge into her sweet p***y as deep as she’d take me. I shouldn’t have underestimated a woman two years older than me.
Or one that tapped into her creativity for a living.
I set the grocery bags on the table and tried to grab her, but she dodged me like an MVP running back and plucked out the carton of eggs. Fine. I wouldn’t waste new food.
FineI’d said patience, right? So I sat on the sofa, popped the button of my jeans to give my c**k some breathing room, and turned on the TV. A Saturday in December, there had to be college football somewhere. Army-Navy game—yes. But this was a c
