Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad
“That means, your pussy is mine to savor.”
“I hate you!” She grits out, chest puffing.
Oh, I don’t expect less, Malishka. Love born out of hatred is usually the best. It’s more explosive, and I like it.
She still feels something for me; that’s what matters.
“I know,” I tell her, nudging her legs apart. “And I love you, Malishka.”
I dive into her pussy. The taste, sweet and explosive as it hit my taste buds.
A torturous groan rips out of my chest, and with my hands clasped onto her thighs, I devour her.