Cold Hard Cash: Los Angeles Bad Boys - Plot & Excerpts
It so completely is. And Cassius is romantic and tender, and broken and lost. And maybe so am I. Maybe this day turned into something magical because he and I were both open and willing. Desperate. “Take me, take me now,” I whisper, my hand wrapping around his length, my pussy throbbing in desire, because this entire day has been a giant cunt-tease and I am ready. He lowers me to the sand and balls his shirt behind my head so I’m more comfortable, but I was already comfortable. Nothing would make this moment uneasy. I feel more relaxed than I maybe ever have. “You’re a dream, Evangeline. A mirage. I see you, feel you, but I don’t think you’re real.” “I am real. This can be real.” Am I saying words I need to cling to? Am I already scared of what might happen when this night ends? Am I just speaking what I want to be true? He rolls on a condom.
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