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" hang .....ah..ha..ah.Will..d-don't tease .." Cassie mewled and moaned, her knuckles white from gripping the headboard. The things Will could do with his tongue, criminal. "Oh, but honey, you're so cute when you beg." William popped his head out from under the sheet, grinning. " I love those noises you make." He was far too impressed with himself as he hurried up into the bed beside his girlfriend. As if his ego needed further boosting, turning his lover into a begging mess certainly did the job.

Dakoda is also going to put a ring on the boys. Dakoda wanted the guys to feel like they where apart of this wedding as much as her and I are. We both want them to know how much we both love them. They are not only my best friends, they are my brothers, and Dakoda loves them as much as she loves me she just doesn’t want them to forget that or feel left out. She has worried about that this whole time.

Her eyes flew open to find his, their darkness snapping down at her as he moved between her legs. “Yes,” he growled, pushing his own shaft into her, “I am jealous of the blasted dildo alright. I want to feel you tremble around me on our wedding night, not see your channel craving this thing.” He tossed it to the floor as his lips took hers. “Perhaps my warrior is not so wicked after all.” He grinned down at her and lifted her legs over his shoulders before leaning towards her, bending her in half which seemed to push his shaft even deeper into her as he came down to kiss her lips.

“I mean, the job was for the position of a girlfriend, so that’s checking out the merchandise for you. Not that I’m innocent. I’m fine. But if this is like… something a man and a woman do like… something I haven’t seen yet except in movies…”What the hell am I babbling about? “I’m saying I haven’t done the ‘how’ of this play ever yet.” “Are you fucking kidding me?” “No. I have a dildo in my room, that’s the best that I can say.” I even said that proudly, because that couldn’t be more embarrassing than saying I hadn’t had a boyfriend in my twenty-one years. “No, I’m not a lesbian either.”

Friday mornings had been my favorite part of the school week since the seventh grade. There was nothing more refreshing than waking up on a game day, knowing I didn't have to think about AP Literature for two days, and that I got to cheer my boyfriend on. Except, this Friday was the polar opposite, and I woke up completely out of my element. We didn't have a game for the next two weeks, and I was plotting revenge against my boyfriend with his other girlfriend.

On the day of my marriage, Richard arrived at my house early in the morning. The sight of his styled hair made me smile from the bottom of my heart. Richard saw that I was looking at his hair, and he flashed a smile at me. It was still early, so I went to the backyard with Richard to take a look at my mother’s newly planted gardenias. Suddenly, Richard called out to me softly, “Ygg.” I turned to him, and I saw him holding a ring box. I knew that it contained the wedding rings we had bought together.

“Besides, if you had gone to help her when that man threw the iced cola on her, she would’ve found out that you were following her and observing her in secret. “August, I’m helping you test your love! I’m helping you pick a wife who won’t leave your side regardless of how much money you have!” “I went overboard. I saw that man was mistreating her, but I didn’t even help. I’m not a good boyfriend!” August sounded regretful. “You did nothing wrong. Think about it. Your previous girlfriends all dated you because of your money. They spent your money, cheated on you, and got themselves some sugar babies!

After that message, the friend immediately blocked me. Camden wouldn't do something like this, which meant this was his fiancee's handiwork. Days went by without a word from him. I slowly began convincing myself to let go of this relationship. The next time we met was at a bridal boutique. "What are you doing here, Ellie?" There was no telling what was running through Camden's head at the time. Before I could answer, he muttered, "Forget it. Do as you please. If you want a wedding so badly, I suppose I could still give you one once this is all over."

Grabbing my boyfriend's waist and grinding deep into his asshole. Slap. Slap. Slap. The wet sounds creep into the darkest part of me and stay there. They are so deep into the act that they don't see me standing there for a good minute. Until my boyfriend's name slips from my lips in utter disbelief. “Dexter…” They both whirl to face me, panting hard, sweating equally hard. “Fuck, Jade,” is all Dexter says, still bent over. His eyes glisten with amusement and the heat of the abomination he was just committing with his best friend of all people.

“What are we really? We’ve confessed our feelings, even kissed, but I don’t know what we are, are we friends? Buddies? Just friends with benefits?” “What the fuck? Friends with benefits? Love, don’t go there, please, we’ve only kissed, we haven’t even gone to the next level yet-” He covered my mouth, only lewd thoughts coming out of this guy’s mouth, he quickly removed his hand, and I pulled him closer, our bodies touching. “I’m your boyfriend from now on, but if that’s too cheesy, let’s just get married.” he said with a wink, so I punched him, he’s crazy. “Ouch, love! Love hurts, huh?!”