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302 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 24, 2017
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“What’ll it be tonight? Ceftriaxone? A shot of Penicillin? The number to the local shrink to help you figure out why the hell you need to fuck with a different woman’s emotions every day?”
“Sweetheart, there is no way in hell you could handle my bone...... Just trying to answer that question I had......I was wondering how much of my cock would come out of that smart little mouth of yours when I bury it in you.”
“You got a fucking tranny, didn’t you?” He laughs his ass off.
“Nut punch with a fucking ball bat,” I sneer.
“You at least fucked her face, right?”
“I’m thinking a fucking sledgehammer now,” I warn.
“Jesus, man, throw a guy a bone.” He cracks up now. In the background, I hear whispers and know it’s his brothers.
“No, man, he got a tranny,” he tells them.
“The fuck I did!” I yell at him. “You better make damn sure they know that’s shit, Z.”
“Nope, not one thing.” It’s Jase.
“Tell us about the tranny.”
“There was no fucking tranny, assholes. Just three women and a cockblock.”
.....
“He hadn’t eaten porridge in a long-ass time, and he forgot how damn delectable it was,” he continues, ignoring my warning.
“I remember what pussy tastes like, you fucking asshole,” I almost laugh...almost.
....
“Yeah, but he forgot that some pooty porridge is too hot.” He chuckles.
“Or too fucking loose,” Jase adds.
“Or too fishy,” Cyrus pipes in.
“Fuck, that’s nasty. You wanna pull back, run from that shit. But at porridge tasting point, you’ve already promised your dick a nice, warm pussy. There is no retreat.” Jase snickers.
“Yeah, Falcon, you just gotta be strong, man.” Xavier is dying now.
“The fuck you do! Pussy ain’t supposed to taste like fish,” Cyrus says in disgust.
“Yeah, but if you’re eating a pussy that’s fishy, you know that chick is about to give up anything ’cause you haven’t run the fuck away like the others,” Xavier chimes in.
“Two words,” Zandor says, serious as fuck. “Fake. Chow.”
....
“Fine. There’s this girl who seems to be around every damn corner. Three times I’ve been out, three times she’s cockblocked me.”
“Keep going, man.”
“Ends up she’s a tenant here,” I say, leaning back against the railing.
“Nice, man. She an easy bake?” Xavier asks.
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“Hot and ready?” he answers.
“She’s fucking hot, but nowhere near ready.”
“Bekah needed a preheat,” Zandor tells me. “Fucked her good, and she tried to push me away. They always come back to good dick, Falcon, always.”

