CHAPTER 11

GREGORY’S P.O.V

I cannot remember the name of the she wolf in front of me but one thing I do know is that she knows how to take a dick. I frequented her a lot because she did things just as I liked; she didn’t touch me, she stayed silent and she allowed me use her like my own personal rag doll.

I had her face pressed into my office table as I slammed into her from behind. The only sounds coming from her were grunts and moans as I spilled into the condom. I pulled out of her and went to dispose of it. The last thing I need is one of these she wolves getting pregnant and demanding to keep the child; the clean up would be messy.

I had righted my trousers in the bathroom and returned to the office when I saw her still naked and in an instant I was hard again. She grabbed her clothes and made to leave but I stopped her gestured for her to kneel in between my legs on the floor.

She obliged in an instant and without having to say a word to her, she took me out of my trousers and began to suc