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I can't help but smile. " I wouldn't have remembered I did such a thing if you didn't mention it." I reply. " That Zero. Can't he shut his mouth for once?" I cuss at him. " We have a bro code. He can't keep anything from me especially if it concerns my old lady." Mason replies..I smile and look away, hiding a blush. Did he just call me his old lady? According to bikers,you only refer to a woman as your old lady after you claim her. It's a way of telling everyone else in the club that she belongs to you.

" The words exploded from my mouth. As he dared to talk to me like that? "Has no woman ever said 'no' to you?" He looked up, squinting as if considering my question, then said: "No, not that I remember... The tone of his voice, with an amused mocking tone, somehow disarmed my annoyance. "Has anyone ever told you that you're too cocky?" "Do you find false modesty attractive?" — No, I don't — when it came to my work, I felt as confident as I did.

Miller. No one is as big as my daddy's cock. No one.

I whispered. “Yeah, I’m talking about you, Maverick Booker. Big dog on campus, huh? All the girls wanted to screw you in Zachary, doesn’t look that way here, huh?” Someone tried to pull him down but he stumbled from the chair he stood on and jumped onto the living room table. “Now, all you’ve got are my sloppy seconds, huh? How’s it feel to be second best?”

She stepped backward slowly, her grin spreading so wide I could see all her teeth. “Not so smart-mouthed, are you now? Well, I have a couple of friends here who would like to get acquainted with you. Give you a serving of “servant cocks” as you call it. You think you're better than me? I'll show you that you're nothing.”

So unsatisfied with mere fingers. Like a girl starved of cọ́ck, I grabbed his pants ready to tear the zippers open. “Can't wait huh?” he chuckled, smirking. Yes, I can't fuvking wait! He dragged down his pants and his hard monstrous cọ́ck dangled out in all of its glory. My body quaked. “You want this…” he groaned, stroking himself. I gulped hard, my body quivering. “You want this…” “Yes, I want it…I want your big cọ́ck stuffed inside me!”

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

"Fourth, you will respect every member of my family, particularly my mother, my sister, and my fiancée." He has a fiancée? Of course, he was rich; any girl would be happy to be by his side despite his arrogance. "Did you hear what I just said?" he asked, a slight irritation evident in his voice. "Of course," I said, forcing a small smile on my lips. "Is that all, Mr Blackwood?" "No. There is more," he said. I swallowed the words that were threatening to spill out of my mouth, it wouldn't be nice to be fired on my first day. All I needed was tolerance, and that was one thing I have never been good at.

My throat gasps in pure, shocking rage, my inner beast nearly losing its absolute cool—never in my entire life had my alpha status been so completely humiliated, especially not in front of an entire audience of my own council warriors! As mass confusion and wild growling reign over the messy room, Booker finally bursts out with a loud, furious roar, “Fuck! Who the hell is fucking with my beast on my special day?! You win this round, whoever you are; you totally got my skin. Just wait until my claws find out your true name in this city, and when your own birthday rolls around, my beast will show your body a real lesson...” Booker assumes the sudden explosion was just a wild prank from one of

“You broke my nose and nearly ripped off my ballsack, you crazy bitch!” “Crazy bitch? Oh no, honey, I’m an angel, I swear. The horns are only there to hold up the halo. But all the same, I think you shouldn’t come at me again until you’ve at least learned how to wipe your ass.” Cock-eye spat what she suspected was meant to be an insult, but it came out garbled — whether from the throat strike, the groin kick, or both. “Now, let’s chat. You can thank Cole for getting in touch and inform him that he shouldn’t expect his little plot to work. You know, I’m curious — why would you let him use you as bait?”