Both problems. Both easily fixed. Rose escaped from my bed without waking me. She was slicker in more ways than one. Normally, I’d be pissed if a woman crashed in my bed after I finished with her. Every tensing, pulsing, furious muscle in my body wanted nothing more than for Rose to stay in my damned bed. But she left. Fucked me raw, sucked me dry, and seized every fucking drop from me during the night. Then, when I finally collapsed, she did it again. I didn’t practice Catholicism, but no wonder half the world revered a virgin. If I believed in anything but hell, last night was my one conversion to change my ways and lead a life where I might have a chance to be fucked like that again. I just needed to find the little vixen. Toss her in my bed. I told her the first day her brothers brought her to me that she’d be mine. I had a length of rope in the closet and bungee cords packed away. Either would work. I’d strip her down, strap her to the mattress, and then she’d learn the rules.
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