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My heart shouldn’t be pounding like this Maybe it’s still the pent-up anger fro the porch, or the shock when I heard the house had been sold The injury on his leg is obvious, and I do feel bad about it There’s another, smaller part ofWhat his fa

Of course he’s a Staunton Anybody remotely familiar with real estate knoho they are The Stauntons are rich beyond belief They may be fros with the Staunton name emblazoned across them And courthouse across the country have heard complaints from communities where they tear down historic structures to build tacky developments to make a quick dollar And just as I feared before I evenup land around Nashville and razing old houses to build condos and malls They are soulless and ruthless businessional architecture Now they have taken Grandpa’s house from me too

There is no way soh to just sell me this house back because I ask nicely

But that isn’t what’smy heart rate spike It’s him Him and his dark hair and his darker eyes, and the way they’re locked on mine with intensity and interest It’s the fact that he’s so clearly growing hard in those boxer briefs, and he isn’t able to hide it It’s that I want him with a deep, animal lust that I’m unable to explain

It’s that being on my knees in front of hi time

And it’s completely ridiculous

I’ive in I aet thisoal that we could achieve, one that involves orgasms without batteries

My body is a traitor, but she can be controlled Will be controlled

Yes, by him, the devil on my shoulder whispers in my ear

I shove the thought away as Caleb s sle of lust onbattle

Slowly, he lays his ars out a littleThe s aren’t the only well-defined part of hie in his lap

And it is not small

Oh God

Just looking at it, I watch it grow bigger, now straining against his cotton boxer briefs He isn’t even trying to hide it now, and row hard and a whisper of heat shivers throughthat that’s just a prelude of what’s to come

I forceTo look anywhere but at his cock that’s begging for attention What is wrong with me?