Vee R Paxton

Hiding my wealth isn’t important now, not with the she-wolf’s smell in my nose. The head rush from her scent gives me a different kind of buzz than the alcohol, and all thoughts of why this might not be a good idea disappear entirely. The she-wolf is my conquest. She is my goal. Those black springy curls that bounce with her every step beg to be tangled between my fingers. Her lush, full hips need to be cradled by my hands while I drive my **** deep inside of her welcoming ****.