Chapter Seven

Tonya POV

The last few days with Dakota have been beyond what I thought it would be. I find myself thinking about him when I probably should be concentrating on other things. How many times have I done this? I find myself a young good looking stud and take him back home. I play with him for a while, and then I get rid of him. It is always catch and release for me. I only need a man for a short period of time. I have never had any reason to keep one around for very long. I guess I get bored with the same old cock.

I go out on my patio in nothing but my designer robe and wait. I lay back in my lounger with a fresh Tom Collins to sip on while I wait for my young stud to come fuck me for the night. I hear him coming up the sidewalk. I turn back to see him. I love the way those tight shirts fit across his muscles.

“HI,” I say softly to him, and he walks onto the patio.

“Hi, sorry it took me so long; I had to take care of something,”