Not when the alcohol pumped through his veins with more intensity every time his heart beat. He knew what he was doing, knew she was Brack’s daughter, but he just didn’t give a fuck. He should, but he didn’t. He had her jeans off in a matter of seconds, and had his hands on her knees, wrenching them open so he could get an unobstructed view of her panty-covered cunt. Her body was made to be fucked hard. She was all curves, all woman, and he was about to do some serious damage to her that would have her clawing at his back and screaming out his name. “Lay on your back.” It was taking a lot of self-fucking-control to not rip his fucking pants off and shove his dick deep inside of her. He needed to go slow, because she seemed pretty fucking innocent and nervous, and the only thing that made sense was the only guys she had ever been with had been those pansy ass motherfuckers that she had gone to school with. He kept his hands on her knees, and slowly slid them down her inner thighs, and stopped when he could frame her pussy with his fingers.
