Chapter 9

• GREGORY’S P.O.V
• I cannot remember the name of the she wolf in front of me but one thing I do know is that she knows how to take a dick. I frequented her a lot because she did things just as I liked; she didn’t touch me, she stayed silent and she allowed me use her like my own personal rag doll.
• I had her face pressed into my office table as I slammed into her from behind. The only sounds coming from her were grunts and moans as I spilled into the condom. I pulled out of her and went to dispose of it. The last thing I need is one of these she wolves getting pregnant and demanding to keep the child; the clean up would be messy.