I felt like the end of an A-Team episode when everything worked out, and the heroes all got to go home and live happily ever after while the bad guys were put in jail. Except of course, I was the bad guy. Whatever.
You love that, don't you?" I growled. "Being hammered by my cock... you must think you're in... fucking... heaven." Punctuation by cock thrust - the very best kind.
I’m going to make you feel so good,” I swore to her, “that you’re going to not just scream my name, but forget yours.
I didn’t marry the mob; I was born into it.
