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she asked, sadly. “It’ll never happen, did you not hear me telling you that you’re my light? Who the fuck will be better than you? An actual fucking angel?” I asked, laughing softly, “and if you didn’t realize, we’re a motorcycle club, we’re more likely to meet the devil himself rather than an angel.” I continued. “Besides, I don’t care about your age. You’re legal in the state of North Carolina and in the whole of Canada, to have sex after 16. As long as we can still fuck, I’m good.” I smirked, earning a dirty look from my girl.

Drex sighed, his earlier nonchalance fading. "I'm sorry," I said, my voice trembling, "I just need to know something. We didn't use any protection last night. I want to know if this could lead to... you-know-what. Will you take responsibility for it?" Drex began to respond, but I cut him off. "So, I'll need your number and address, just in case. Deal?" "Excuse me for a moment. I have to use the toilet," Drex said hastily as he stood up.

" I watch my bestie dance around like a manic. it's been a while since we hang out and yeah, whenever we do, it's always fun till dawn. ain't missing this opportunity for anything. We went to our rooms to pick one of our best outfits for tonight. Number 1 girls rule: Always look hot after a breakup. I picked a short strapless black dress for myself. it's not too indecent but you can have a clear view of my cleavage and my tights. It fit in perfectly, making my ass hotter than it usually is. usually, I wouldn't wear this type of dress to a club filled with drunkards and horny teens without my man beside me but since I am single as ever, might as well try something new.

He’s alive. “Oh! Who do we have here? Isn’t that the love of my life?” August cheered, lifting his glass up. Drake massaged his temples and looked at Alan, “How many?” “This is the sixteenth one, Sir.” Alan said, pointing at the glass in August’s hand. Drake’s eyes widened. Not even Hunter, who has a high alcohol tolerance among them drinks this much. Not to mention it’s his first time seeing August even holding a drink.

CHAPTER 83 SPICE-UP WARNING! EXTREMELY SPECIFIC AND DEFINED AS HELL !!!! SEXUAL !!!! CONTENT !!! HANDLE YOUR OWN EMOTIONS AND REACTIONS. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS HEAVY (GORE, SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! JUST BEWARE!

CHAPTER 18 SUPPORT WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

“Please, Jake.” He grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach. Mira’s face pressed into the pillow. He pulled her ass up so she was on her knees, back arched. His hand came down in a firm smack on one cheek. The sting made her moan louder. “Such a bad girl, wanting your best friend’s man,” he growled. But there was no anger in it, only heat. He lined up the head of his cock with her entrance and pushed in hard. Mira cried out as he filled her in one thrust. He was thick, and the stretch burned in the best way. Her pussy gripped him tight.

He swallowed hard. “This… this isn’t appropriate,” he said, but the words came out lower, rougher. “You—” “I’m eighteen,” I cut him off, spreading my legs wider so he could see everything. “An adult. Mom keeps reminding everyone. Right now I’m angry… and horny. So this *is* appropriate.” He rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to look and failing. “I should probably leave. Maybe we can talk later, when you’re not… busy.”

⚠️Content Disclaimer: This story contains graphic depictions of explicit sexual acts, including oral sex, anonymous encounters, public restroom settings, gloryhole scenes, multiple partners, and themes of sexual degradation, exhibitionism, and female submission. The content is intended for mature audiences aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is strongly advised. All characters depicted in sexual situations are consenting adults over the age of 18. This is a work of fiction and should not be interpreted as an endorsement of unsafe or non-consensual sexual behavior.

"We do all that because we rule the fucking city. I rule the fucking city and beyond. Do you have any other questions?" {"Kitten"} Sophia leaned back, trying to think of what to ask again. He was ready to answer her, so why not ask for answers? “Do-do you traffic people then? Drugs? Weapons? Rape? You do all that?" Chase slowly raised up her tee shirt but not in a way that she was going to notice before sliding her panties to the side, positioning her core directly on his clothed cock. “Trafficking people? No” He raised her up a bit and pulled off his boxers slowly. “Drugs? Yes,” He spat on his fingers and rubbed it on her core, watching as she threw her head back when a small moan left her