by Kara Hart
“You don’t want this?” he holds his cock proudly. He looks better than ever. As my tits drop lower, his body gets more chiseled. And yet, he loves me more than he did back when we first met.
“Give me that thing,” I say. He keeps his fingers against my lips, spreading me open. When he enters me, my mouth drops and my toes curl.
We still got it, that’s for sure. And the world is at our fingertips. Sure, we’re fugitives. But that’s just one small piece of the story.
We’re the fucking Marshalls. Get used to it.
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She’s mine forever, and I’m going to make sure of it this time.
I promised her I'd never let her go. That's why I brought these handcuffs.
Come on, Kitten. Let's go for a ride.
I’ll stop when she begs
The hardest men take what they want
I play hard. On and off the field.
Lust is HARD. Love is DEEP.
Ripped SEAL. Filthy mouth. Big… gun. What else does a woman need?
You want to play rough? Be careful what you wish for.
I made one big mistake that almost ruined my life -- I had the quarterback’s baby.
