Another six from Wildly Inappropriate.
These are from Chapter Two.
He was more than naked. He was hard. And getting harder by the second.
Oh yes, I'd give a lot to see King Dazza on his knees, bleeding to death at my feet, Cynda thought angrily, unable to stop watching the stranger stroke his cock. If the bastard was dead, Grams wouldn't be worrying herself sick about having to live in government-assisted housing when she was used to her own home, and Cynda wouldn't have to beg this stranger to let her suck that big dick.
She kept her gaze lowered because she figured she might as well get used to looking at his cock, and she doubted he gave much of a damn about her eye color.
Chapter One may be read here in its entirety.
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