Marie Caroline Jensen, will you do me the honor of being my permanent bitch?
Joanna WyldeJust ’cause I’m the picture of manly perfection doesn’t mean I don’t have a brain.
Joanna WyldeI’ve never ridden a bike before.”
Horse leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth.
“Lookin’ forward to being your first, babe.
You’re all mine, babe. Knew it the first time I saw you. Couldn’t give you up if I tried.
Joanna WyldeMarie: So why are you called Horse?
Horse: Cause I'm hung like one.
Fuck, this is gonna piss you off and then you aren’t gonna let me stick my dick in you,” he muttered.
“Do you have to be so crude?” I snapped.
“Have you met me?”
“Who says I’d let you do it anyway?”
“Babe,” he replied in a low, rough voice, raising his eyebrow at me.
Gonna fuck you now.”
“Sure,” I whispered, dazed. “Not sure I’m gonna be able to participate too much, think you blew a circuit or something.
So why are you called Horse?” “Cause I’m hung like one,” he replied, smirking.
Joanna Wylde—¿Así que no vas a preguntar?
Lo estudié, entrecerrando los ojos. Tenía un mal presentimientos sobre esto. Pero las palabras salieron de mi boca, totalmente fuera de mi control.
—¿Por qué te llaman Horse?
—Porque me cuelga como a uno —respondió, sonriendo.
Horse: What do you think? Gotta go, church in a few
Me: Church?!?? Didn’t peg you for a church kind of guy
Horse: What we call a club meeting. I try to stay away from collection plates
Me: Don’t get holy water in your beer!
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