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“Judge? I’m in awe. You’ve got a soft pretty boy calling you Mommy in one bed and his uncle calling you his slut in another, and they have zero clue. That’s not messy, that’s high-wire acrobatics without a net.” She groaned. “You’re the worst best friend ever.” “I’m the best and you know it. Wait—did I hear you right earlier? He’s your therapist?!” “Yeah…” Her voice went small again. “Dante. The dominant one. The one who bends me over desks and makes me forget how to breathe. He was my therapist first. I went in to unpack the Kia thing—blackmail origin, guilt loops, all of it—and somehow ended up spilling every filthy fantasy, then waking up naked in his bed after a blackout drunk night. And

"Tell me about Cameron." I felt the smile happen before I could stop it. "He's cool," I said. Emma's eyes went wide with outrage. "Oh, don't you dare." She pointed at me across the table. "Don't you dare give me 'he's cool', Clara Daniels. You spent an entire weekend with that man, with that body…and I have seen that man's body at Bryan's games, thank you very much ... .and you are not going to sit there and tell me he's cool? No. Absolutely not. I want details. I want everything. Start from the beginning and do not skip anything."

The music wasn’t even loud, but it felt like our own little celebration of messy, imperfect joy. At one point, Samantha pulled me into a spin and said, “If he hurts you, I’ll kill him.” I laughed. “Noted.” But deep down, I knew she meant it. Later that night, when they finally crashed on the couch, I stood by the window, watching the city lights flicker below. My phone buzzed, and I didn’t need to check the name to know who it was. Damien: You good, baby? I smiled as I typed back, Yeah. I had the best birthday. Miss you already.

Candice I begin to scream his name out repeatedly as I am too engrossed in the passion of the sex. "Y-yes, C-Cameron! F-fuck me hard, sir! I want to feel your balls hitting against my ass as you slam into me with your cock. Y-yes, just like that, sir! Oh yes! That feels so g-good, Cameron!" I say as my eyes close, and I let out a silent shriek. "Make me cum, my Lord!" I shout. He does as I ask and starts to quicken the momentum and rhythm. JessBlue

I lean my hand to my pillow to pick up my phone. My heart skips a beat as I stare into the screen. It’s Cameron. He texted me. More like replied to the text I sent before heading to the bathroom but hey, po-ta-to, po-tah-to! Thinking of the devil. I read his text and my eyes are glued to the image he sent to me. This makes me bite my lower lip. I can still feel his lips on my skin. . . feel the way he prodded his body over me and unhooked my bra. . ., feel the bittersweet rage as we were forced to put our desires on hold. This is when my mind goes naughty. I hold my phone up and switch to my camera to take a photo.

He considered her as his own daughter, after all, he had seen her born and been with her every day. "Mommy, Mommy, come back soon... Uncle Nolan said he wanted to be my daddy!" Daisy's sudden distant cry came over the phone. At that, Candace froze for a second and smiled tenderly. "No, no.. Daisy's just joking...I'm not..." Nolan's voice became embarrassed and his words stalled for a moment. "Daisy's just joking" he said as his cheeks flushed. "It's not true! Tell her the truth or she'll love another man!" Daisy shouted again.

I teased when something changed into his expression, his eyes darkened and before I know it, I was sitting on the dressing with Cameron standing between my legs and my breasts groped in his palms. "You shouldn't have said that, kitten. Now, I am going to show you what a real man can do, because trust me, you haven't been fucked by a real man until now." he whispers in my ear and bit on it "Remember, you were the one who asked for it. Now, brace yourself because things are about to get really dirty over here." "Then you are in for a luck, because I like dirty." I winked, my breathing uneven with need and desire to be ravished by this man.

“You know we’ve got a whole lot of other things to bake right?.” “We can always do them after this. We’ve got the time.” Dallas whispered back pulling Skye’s nape toward to continue the kiss. . Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. And if you can, please support me by dropping a comment or gems <3... sincerely, Kamara. . More gems=more chapters. . TBC

"Tell me you’re a dirty little dealer! Say it! Tell me you want me to destroy you!" "I'm a dirty girl! I'm a dealer! Ahhh! Fuck me, Cameron! Please, don't stop! Harder! I want it harder!" He picked up the pace until it was a frantic, punishing rhythm. He reached down, his thumb finding her clit and grinding against it while he slammed into her from below. The double sensation was too much. Kiley’s breath came in ragged sobs, her chest heaving as she fought for air. "That's it, scream for me," Cameron grunted, his sweat dripping onto her skin. "Scream so everyone knows what you are. You're nothing but a fix for me right now.”

I curled up on the couch at night to sleep, unable to sleep in the bed we shared alone. I sat on the bedroom floor in a pile of Cassandra’s clothes that I’d pulled from the closet. I held them in my hands and smelled them. They smelled like her. I had to talk to her. If I could just talk to her, I could convince her that this was all just a misunderstanding. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get through to her. Finally, on the third day, Cameron picked up. “What have you done, Dillon?” Cameron said curtly into the phone. “That’s my sister. You broke her fucking heart.”