Page 4 of Icy Cold Death

There was something about her that made his mouth dry, and his dick stand at attention for hours on end. They hooked up for a secret rendezvous.

Repeatedly.

And he never regretted it either. She was the pinnacle for him until he found the next one.

She was even better.

She had been innocent.

That was what he liked most about the waitress from the fancy steakhouse. She had big tits, a small waist, and liked being tipped. She flirted up a storm, but in the end, the innocent-like woman had got his juices flowing.

And he was a sexual predator of sorts.

The young woman never saw it coming.

He’d convinced her to come upstairs when she was done waitressing, and they’d nearly gotten kicked out from the noise.

She was a screamer.

God.

He loved fucking her.

Out of the women, she was the wildest in bed, and that was saying a lot considering the two before her. It had been shocking and surprising since she came across as an innocent little lamb.

She was his prize.

For the time.

In fact, he enjoyed her so much that he came back to the resort a few times, balancing the three women, just because he could.

The whole time, his wife had no clue as to what was going on either.

At times, he wondered what would happen if she found out.

Would she leave him?

Or would she let him have his dalliances because men like him had needs?

Yeah, that was a pipe dream.

The bottom line in this was that he could never let her find out.

NEVER.

That would be trouble.

Her father was a rich judge, and she was an only child who was the apple of his eye. That meant one hell of an inheritance at some point, and he liked that kind of retirement plan.

Yeah, so he needed to keep this little funfest of women quiet.

The judge wouldn’t be amused.

Not.

At.

All.

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