Joan Harry bit and scratched Jesse Rowan, but she couldn't stop the man's fiery passion.
On the large bed, her thick hair spread out, like a powerless rag doll.
It was some time before Jesse Rowan finally let her go, leaning against the headboard and lighting a cigarette.
Joan Harry was still crying, her small, slender body curled up into a ball.
"..." Jesse Rowan looked at her with doubt, why was she crying?
Generally, the women Mr. Rowan had been with liked to act coy after the deed, tenderly saying, "You were amazing."
In front of Joan Harry, it was the first time he doubted his own abilities.
He wasn't that rough, was he?
Why cry?
Jesse Rowan really couldn't understand.
"Stop crying." Jesse Rowan took a piece of tissue and carelessly wiped her tears, "If you keep crying, I'll get angry."
He was better off not speaking, once he did, Joan Harry cried even harder.
"You!"
Jesse Rowan took a drag of his cigarette, feeling quite helpless.