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302 pages, Kindle Edition
Published February 14, 2022
Holy fuck, that bitch looks hot as hell. I grunt my release into Jennie’s throat. “Get up, go back to your man. I’ll be in touch.” Or not. I don’t fuckin’ care.
This woman has a man, fuck me. But I don’t give a fuck.
April was just a club whore I slept with one too many times who wound up knocked up and became too attached.
If I can’t have Justine now, then at least I can fuck her out of my system for one night.
We don’t bother with condoms, as all the girls are tested and on birth control. Doesn’t mean there hasn’t been accidents; fuck, look at my baby momma April, bitch got knocked up when she was a whore in the club.
I moan around Tomas’s cock, taking it all the way in; since I have no gag reflex, I take it all.
I’m saying I’m okay if you want to explore with someone else as long as we both agree.”
“Have you met someone else? Is that why you’re telling me this?” I ask him in rapid fire. He leans over me and kisses my nose. “Technically, no, but I sure wouldn’t mind if the new science teacher came to our front step and kissed the hell out of me.
In the meantime, I’ll just fuck the fat-tittied bitch to scratch my itch. What can I say? I want my cake and eat it, too.
I need to get to the clubhouse and get my dick sucked.
“Ride that!” I growl as Shannan’s cunt tightens around my cock.
I put myself back in my jeans and zip up. I have a date with Justine tonight and I’m hoping she’s as good of a fuck as I’ve been dreaming about.
“You know, the bitch looks like a young Vicky, right? I didn’t see it at first, because she’s tatted and has funky-coloured hair, but when I took a step back, I saw it,” he grunts out.
Something about Justine is different from Vicky. Sure, they have the same facial features, and their voices sound similar but Justine is also the definition of a biker bitch.
She’s right, though. She has been the only whore I’ve fucked around here, and that’s going to change. Can’t stand clingers and that’s just what she proved to be.
“First, no daddy kink, my girls call me ‘daddy,’ so fuck off with that nasty shit.”
I spot a redhead that’s dying for my cock down her throat. My cock pulses in my jeans as I go to her, fuck yeah, perfect for tonight.
“But, Hangman, you just fucked me the other night, and tonight, you had Aimee.” Opening the door wider; hopefully, to make my point clearer, I get in her face.
“Well, he’s a known cheater. Nothing wrong with not being monogamous, but only if both parties are happy with that, and his ex-wife sure wasn’t.”
I don’t do cheaters,” I tell him harshly.
Hangman and I never talked about being exclusive; I’m not stupid, he’s totally fucking club girls still.
You’ve already admitted you’re a cheat, and I don’t do cheaters.”
“You’ll get my cock, but you gotta promise here and now, you won’t say shit to Justine again. She’s mine, and I’m her’s.”
“But right now, you’re mine,”
“Harder,” I demand Shannan,
Justine rolls her eyes. “Maybe you should have kept it in your pants or in your wife, not some trash, sideshow piece.”
He fucked me good just last week, not his precious Justine.
TAKING ANOTHER SWIG of my whiskey, I pick Penny and Shannan for a night of fun. I’m drunk as fuck and couldn’t be fuckin’ happier with how tonight went.
That bitch Shannan is riding his cock like it’s a bull and has the nerve to fucking ask me if I want to join.
“Is that what you also told your ex-wife? Every time you cheated on her, that you’d change? Well guess what. I’m not fucking stupid. I knew you were doing this shit, but I brushed it off, put it aside, because in your world, Hangman,” sneer, “it’s your way or no way. So, fuck you very much for wasting my time for the last five months. Glad to know this now, before I got too invested.”
Taking my gun from the dresser to the left of the door, I raise it and shoot her in the face.