Mister Musician by B. Love EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: B. Love
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WHEN SAINT PULLED his still hard dick out of Whitney, she whimpered. Out
of all the women he fucked with, Whitney was the one. The only one he spent
quality time with… the only one he fucked raw… the only one he had
feelings for that went beyond lust. If he wasn’t in such a messed-up situation
with Tristan, Saint would have married Whitney. She accepted him with all
his flaws and gave him the grace to make them better.
While his grandmother told him no woman could change him, she made it
clear one day, he’d find one worth changing for. Whitney was that woman—
there was no doubt about that.
“Why you poutin’?” Saint asked, already knowing the answer.
“I want you to stay inside me.”
He grinned as he sat on the edge of her bed. “You got me all day, bae. I
ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
Saint nodded, wiping sweat from his forehead. “I promise.”
That was enough to make her smile. It… him… his presence… always
was. Saint’s money nor fame ever swayed Whitney. She only wanted him.
“Okay. Well, I’m about to order us some food. I didn’t know you were
coming through, so I didn’t take anything out.”
“That’s cool. Meet me in the shower when you get done. I got two more
nuts left before my shit goes down.”
Whitney’s glowing face lit up even more as she nodded and grabbed her
phone off the nightstand. Making his way through her bedroom, Saint smiled
and shook his head. He could fit ten of her apartments in his home, yet he
always felt happiest and most at peace in her small, one-bedroom abode.
Once he had the water in the shower going, he looked himself over in the
mirror. She’d scratched up his neck, chest, and probably his back too… but
that was to be expected.
Whitney loved his rough, nasty dick.
Saint couldn’t help but think about how differently his life would have
been if he’d chosen love over fame years ago. Choosing love over fame
would have meant choosing Whitney over Tristan. Would the outcome have
been the same, or were they getting along so well now because of time and
how much they’d changed?
As he showered, Saint tried to remind himself that the little pockets of
peace and happiness he felt with Whitney made all the other bullshit worth it.
In due time, he’d be free of Tristan and able to be with Whitney all the way.
That thought was the only hope he had to make going home without her
His eyes were closed when he heard the door open. As soon as cool air
filled the foggy shower, his skin felt like it was being sliced open by leather.
Saint’s eyes popped open at the exact moment Whitney hit him with a belt
“Aye!” he yelled, reaching for the belt unsuccessfully. The shit stung like
crazy, throwing off his reflexes. She was able to hit him twice more before
Saint had a good hold on the belt and was using it to pull her into his chest.
“Have you lost your fucking mind, Whitney?”
“You dirty dick ass motherfucker!” she yelled with tears in her eyes,
fighting to break free from his grip.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
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