Marshall: A Bad Boy Romance
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Pompous bastard. And yes, I want that fucking dick, dammit. Another kid? Oh jeeze. I hate to say it, but it does actually sound kind of perfect. Just… not yet.
“Give me a year, you horn dog,” I say.
“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.
About the Author
Kara Hart is a new author from the southwest. She’s a full time student, writer, and mother of two loving dogs. She loves bad boys with a darker, sweeter side to them. She knows someday she’ll get invited into the MC … Someday…
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