Money Can't Buy Love

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over my hotel bed moaned as she gripp

out. I’d hit the spot deep inside of her I’d been after for the last thirty minutes. She was exquisite

bachelorhood for the pretty girl, but she wanted a younger man. Good for her. The blond b

cock deep inside of her as she whimpered and pr

ittle and tucked her hips in, tugging on

er as she came, trashing beneath me. She sounded like every other woman I’d been with over the last few

short. That was a lesson I knew all too well. I forced away thoughts of my late wife and doubled my efforts,

me in a way that had me wanting to give her my num

in hard until I reached her hair. With a handful of her blond silkiness, I rammed i

from life was beyond me. Fucking was legal, free in

sure, my dru

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tle while later and my foot instinctively pres

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ood pump faster through my veins. Nothing compared to the hustle and bustle of Manhattan and I could feel its energy from miles away. The slick surface of the road was no

h in Bar Harbor were in the rearview mirror. I was headed

runt of the rain. I didn’t want traffic to slow down when I was so

rademark tenseness that all New Yorkers experienced had started to creep into my muscles. Normally, I didn’t give much notic

y summer house in Bar Harbor, Maine signaled the start of the holiday season for m

part of my personality to push forward. It was the part of

hance to get to know her a little better. The fact that she was Lisa’s best friend should have caused awkwardness, but Lisa and I had been short lived. I wanted a relationship, surprising myself, and she wanted freedom, or so she said. Funny how freedom came in the body of a twenty-something year old man. It was a loss on my part, but one I’d eventually

season always reminded me of her. It was her favorite time of year, and she made each year even more special than the last. It was

tarted treatment. And even though it was something that reminded me of her every year, I had to keep her legacy goin

through my thoughts. I pressed the button on the steer