You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce lamented.
What was Grandma up to? On purpose?

Was it an unlucky day for her? It was so hard to get Luther back, and her grandmother caught her in the act.

Under the “watchful eyes” of Grandma, Joyce dragged Luther into his bedroom and threw him onto the bed.

She was tired and panting. Her forehead was covered with sweat.
Wait, why was this scene so familiar?

Joyce recalled the last time she rescued a man from the river. He was also this heavy, about the same height. Even the feeling of his body was similar. Last time she was in the suburban hotel and not able to take off his pants to verify something. The automotive project team made her busy, so she forgot about it.

Today’s scene aroused her strong suspicions again.
She had to confirm it.
Could it be Luther, the person she saved and took her virginity at the time?

Luther was drunken and felt asleep, lying motionless on the bed with his chest up and down.

Joyce gritted her teeth and gently walked forward.
She reached decisively her hands for his belt.
After unbuckling the belt, quick as a flash, she removed his pants.

sculpture-like perfection of her body pierced her eyes. Thinking

her cheeks burning like fire. It

her made her in a dilemma. His legs were white and proportionate. Just …… both legs had scars with new and old

happened to

strange feeling. She didn’t expect that he, who was usually bossing people around, had also experienced things that were not known to people.

these wounds? There were grazes from bullets and injuries

her

the wounds if he

Forgot it if he was

found out a pair of his pants out of the closet and

cover up the fact that she just wanted

robust physique, strong muscular lines,

was changing clothes for him. So she

with the lights off, she