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Our handles struggled to free each other from the remaining pieces of clothings. Brad pulled the duvet over our naked bodies and his eyes looked in to mine when he gently pushed his hard length in to me. I have a soft scream and held on to him. I arched my back and wrapped my legs around him aiding the movement better. “I love you so much baby!” He moaned gruffly as he slammed in to me repeatedly. “I love you too. I love you so much more.” I called back breathlessly. Brad took my nipple in his mouth and sucked on it gently while excitement reverberated through my body.

Izzy urges, obviously equally horrified by this exchange. "I tell all the girls that, Sadie. The ones I fucked before you, the ones I fucked when I wasn't here with you at night and the ones I'll fuck tomorrow. Don't think you're important. You're just another beach blonde, big titty, fake as fuck bitch who only wants a man for what he can give her and sweetheart, I'm not gonna give you shit!" Brad screams before he gets in car and slams the door. He revs the engine and takes off down the street, tires screeching as he rounds the corner dangerously fast.

He was probably just imagining— “Hey Brad.” Brad turned and looked back toward Bias, who still stood among the Mysteries. “Now that I know you sometimes walk around your house naked,” the young man said with a crooked grin and a wink, “I’ll be sure to snap a lot of pictures at the windows during my next tour.”

“You need nude photographs to get a part in a movie these days?” She cut her eyes toward me. “He wants them.” “I’m sure he does.” I inhaled deeply. “But, Ashleigh…if you walked into McDonald’s looking for a job and the manager asked if you had any nude photographs of yourself, you’d probably knock his block off and call the cops. So what makes this different?” Her voice was quiet, almost dreamy. “Brad Pitt.” “Brad Pitt wants nude photographs of you?” “I get to do the nude scenes with him.” Ashleigh finished the wine in a single gulp, crossed back to the love seat, and flopped her petite figure onto it.

His hands were clenching her naked hips hard enough to leave bruises as she rode him, crying out with every mutual thrust. Standing there watching his gorgeous wife being loud, intensely erotic and fucking the crap out of another man like she hadn’t done to him in years was almost too much. Then Brad realized how hard he was. His mind might have been screaming at him to stop what was happening, but his cock was telling him to keep watching. And to enjoy himself. Her body was so sexy, riding on top of a big cock and moaning while clutching at her breasts. The sounds coming out of her made her wonder if she had been faking it with him for quite a while, because he hadn’t heard moans like she w

Brad looked at me for a moment, and then, because he was Brad and apparently incapable of letting sincerity exist without dragging humor through it first, he glanced past me at Ronan and Caelan. “Can I answer honestly, or do I have to make it sound noble because the two overprotective husbands are standing there?” Ronan arched a brow. “Watch yourself.” Caelan didn’t bother hiding his smirk. I waited. Brad let out a quiet breath and looked away, this time not toward the ground, but toward the cabins where everyone was still settling in. “I’m fine,” he said, and then corrected himself before I could call him on it. “No. That’s a lie. I’m not exactly thrilled that the Moon Goddess handed me a m

He was probably just imagining— “Hey Brad.” Brad turned and looked back toward Bias, who still stood among the Mysteries. “Now that I know you sometimes walk around your house naked,” the young man said with a crooked grin and a wink, “I’ll be sure to snap a lot of pictures at the windows during my next tour.”

Not now, not after everything. I pushed the bedroom door open, and the sight before me froze me in place. There, in the dim light of the room, Chloe was on the bed, naked, tangled in the sheets. And Brad, equally exposed, was on top of her, thrusting with a desperation that made my stomach turn. Chloe's back arched, a throaty moan escaping her lips. The sight of them, so entwined, so caught up in their moment, felt like a dagger to my chest.

Chapter 50 The Secret Video Tape Red Fox Clan Brad’s POV “How is your arm now?” Brad asked, placing soft k**ses on Brittany’s arm. They are currently in his room, enjoying their lovely moment. She rested her head properly on his chest, smiling at the way he treats her like a queen. Brad picked up the remote control from the side stool close by and changed the station of the Tv. It displays the past event of the Hybrid contest, showing the judges and those that were performing.