Review: Hammer

Hammer by Chelsea Camaron
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

Não sei qual o motivo de mostrar o herói transando com outras mulheres (foi um momento nojento da leitura, pq a heroína estava presente na casa)... não funciona pra mim!
Fiquei com implicância e me obriguei a terminar de ler... o livro do Ice foi mais legal!
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I don't know what the reason to show the hero having sex with other women (it was a disgusting moment of reading, because the heroine was present at home) doesn't work for me!
I was disturbed and forced me to finish reading. The story of the first book was better.

“Just remember, son, actions speak louder than words.”

A group of the club barflies are hanging around in a corner. My eyes find the luscious ass of none other than Jane, and my dick gets hard instantly.

I brace my weight on the bar top with my right hand then bend over enough to slowly slide the neck of the bottle into Jane’s sopping wet pussy. She moans around my cock, and that’s all I need to know she enjoys the cool glass inside of her warm cunt.

Her pussy is one of the tightest I have ever had. I know from past experience her ass is even tighter, and that is where I plan on finishing.

“Fuck it! Please fuck my ass, Hammer!” “Damn straight, woman.”

“You’re one hell of a man, Hammer. Let me know if you ever change your mind about having an ol’ lady, because whoever makes it there with you is one hell of a lucky lady.”

Jane might think I’m one hell of a catch, but the thought goes both ways. Whoever lands Jane Jackson one day will be one lucky motherfucker. In another time, another place, maybe we could have been more, but she’s not it for the long run with me.

20 pages of the Kindle fucking Jane the other woman

“I’m thinking of how much fun it would be to have a dick for a day.” Tripp laughs. “Gotta pee, I take it?” I raise an eyebrow at him. “I’m a chick, and we stopped the car, so of course I have to pee.”

Yesterday, I called a barfly here and fucked her hard. No, that’s wrong. She fucked me hard. So hard the bed was banging against the wall and Desirae, thinking I fell, came rushing in. The blush that hit her face only had me thinking of how pink her pussy is and if I could make her blush everywhere. After her invasion, I wasn’t able to finish and sent Kate...

An hour later, I’m on my hands and knees, cleaning the grout on the tile floor in his bathroom, when I hear the laugh of a woman and the deep growl of Hammer’s voice.

I can hear the sounds of them kissing, sloppy lips slapping together. At first, I want to run out there, scream, and maybe throw some shit. Then I stop myself and think I want space. I want this to be professional, even if every part of me wants to give life a chance.

Then again, the asshole has some stranger in his bedroom right now, so what future could he see with me?

I’m disappointed as hell that he has brought another woman to his bedroom.

Desirae was in my bathroom. I remember moans coming from behind the closed door. I’m pretty sure she got herself off in there after hearing me fooling around with a barfly.

“You? Ethan? The guy who’s always hammering broads till they can’t walk anymore and then kicking them out before they wanna cuddle? Mr. McCoy is telling me he is actually trying to get a woman to stay with him? As in, she doesn’t want anything to do with you, and you’re trying, anyway?”

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