“You disappoint me so much, Abbygail. I thought you’re a perfect goody-two shoe girl of King’s, but you have a filthy mouth and trashy brain. How did you even learn how to say those words? Why would I even marry you in the first place? You’re not my type.”
Well, that’s not entirely true. “I like to control things, and right now I already have a major problem controlling your filthy mouth. I bet I can put that to good use, though, and it looks good when I shove my c**k into the mouth of yours.”
Her eyes almost pop out from each socket, and she swallows hard.
“I don’t like a woman who accused me and doesn’t trust me, and that’s one of the most important things in a marriage. And I don’t do virgin women. I like a woman who can please me in bed, and not I should not be the one telling her w
