*Rexton*
I am fairly certain that within the annals of horseracing history, there will be a footnote indicating that I, Beta Rexton, had been a complete and utter fool. When given the opportunity to breed one of the fastest and finest stallions in existence with my mare, I toss it aside in favor of my d**k.
After the searing kiss we just shared, I can no longer think of her in so formal a manner as Luna Moonsdowne stares at me with wide eyes and slightly parted lips. Damn, but I am anxious to explore that mouth again. I don't know if I have ever tasted anything so sweet.
"Me?" she asks finally, as though insulted. She glances over her shoulder at the bed. "There I suppose." Swiveling her head back around, she glares at me. "You want to f**k me."
I regret now my choice of word earlier.
