Chapter 68 Seven: Siegfried

• I’m throbbing in my pants as her taste sits on my tongue and the scent of her pussy fills this car. Never in my right mind would I have done something like that before I met Rosie, but since I laid eyes on my little flower, I can’t seem to think straight.
• My little flower.
• Fuck, what’s come over me that’s made me so possessive in a matter of a few stolen moments spent together? This isn’t me, but somehow it feels so right. The women in my past barely held my attention longer than it took to get off. When it was over, we went our separate ways, and I never looked back. Hell, I couldn’t tell you what a single one of them looked like since Rosie’s beautiful doe eyes met mine. It’s as if my past was erased and that was where I began.