Dexter Deshawn Gun Novels & Stories

It also hugs me in the right places, helping to hide my baby bump. Dexter is about six foot three maybe and has these green eyes and brown waves like McDreamy from Grey’s Anatomy. The guy smiles, and his teeth are perfect, and he has a dimple in one cheek. I swear if I had met him before I ever met Rowan, he would be my type. But Rowan has ruined me. No one holds a candle to him. I don’t crave anyone else like him. Plus, the damn pregnancy has me hornier than ever. I had to buy two toys when I got here. Had it delivered to my room, and I’ve used it twice since I landed.

Dexter stepped out from the shadows, lowering his gun. “He talks too much. I'm Dexter, your botler,”he giggled. He was tall, tatted and good looking. A corn row on his head. He looked more like a play boy than a mafia. He walked close to me, extending his hand and i grabbed it, trying hard to hide my fear, my grip firm. “Welcome to the real mafia life, boss. This is just the…begining.” a cruel smile on his lips.

I thought of calling Sky and ask if him for a gun, if I needed to meet Devin armed, I should have a gun. "Hey Man," Sky cheered. "Uh, hey. Can I ask for a favor?" "Go ahead. What's the issue?" "Can I borrow your gun?" "I don't have my gun," he replied. "Uh?" I asked raising my brow. Why didn't he have his gun? He was a fucking gangsta. "Gave it to a guy and he's yet to return it. What's up though?" "Nothing, I just uh— I just wanted to scare someone off. That's all."

We're desperate now. Kind regards, thunder11god@g***l.com ' "So Thunder God just wants their gun back, what's the problem?" I queried. "The problem is what this Thunder God wants to do with the gun. Read on, Reniella." Deshawn urged. He walked around me and collapsed onto my bed. The papers didn't move and neither did the mattress. His blazer sprawled out beside him, revealing the intricate sewing inside and beautiful pattern that only a rich school could afford.

I said with clenched teeth. He chuckled again. “And what would you do if I did that? he said, coming closer to me. “Don’t you dare me, Dexter?” I growled. He chuckled like I was a little dog. His little pet. “You wouldn’t do anything. If I decide to have you now and here, I will do just that, and absolutely nothing will happen,” he smirked. By the time he had finished talking, I was visibly shaking. I looked around to find the sharpest instrument, but I couldn’t find any. Jesse was once diagnosed with a mental problem. They took away every sharp object in her room. And now here I was, ready to kill her brother, but I had not even a single weapon. Not even a hair brush. I noticed Dexter Chuck

Dexter had returned, with a faint scent of alcohol clinging to him—a clear sign that he had been at some kind of work-related gathering. He immediately headed for the baby's crib, eager to see his darling daughter, Tessa, who happened to be awake at that moment. He slipped off his suit jacket and then tenderly scooped her into his arms, cradling her and playfully engaging with her. His expression was one of profound tenderness, as if he had just come into possession of something incredibly precious. Though he was aware of the Shelton family's circumstances, he chose not to inquire further. It was, after all, a story that lacked any intrigue—dull and predictable.

Dexter commands, his voice carrying an authoritative edge that fueled Astrid's submissive inclinations as she eagerly complied, dropping to her knees. Astrid briefly took note of the difference in their cock sizes. The disparity between Phoenix's 6.25 inch (15.88 cm) girth and Dexter's 6.2 inch (15.75 cm) girth was almost imperceptible to her discerning eye. While their girths were almost identical, the variance in length was more apparent, with Phoenix's impressive 8.7 inches (22.1 cm) contrasting Dexter's 8.5 inches (21.59 cm).

Alpha Dexter gritted his teeth, his sweat covering his forehead as he tried to endure the pain of my gunshot to him. “Y-You shoot m-me?” Dexter stammered, and I smirked while pointing my gun in his head. “Yes, I did, and I will follow your other leg!” I responded. Dexter was triggered from what I have said, so he screamed. “Idiots, what are you still doing? Kill them!” Dexter commanded his warriors. After saying that, his warriors did their best to escape from the hands of Raven and James' warriors. They ran into my direction, but before they could reach me, I started shooting them again. James already arrived, ending the only warriors left from Alpha Dexter. He's done killing the warriors s

With smiles on their lips, they eat together, once in a while Dexter holds the hand of Shayne. While they are eating, Dexter recalls his things and he ask Shayne about their whereabout. “Where are my personal things when I come here” he expects they were all ok. “They are all keep safe in the store room; you can see them later” she said. After eating, Dexter asked Shayne to see his things. They proceeded to the storeroom, and there, he sees all his things intact. His rifle hunting gun, his bag, with all the survival and first aid kits, his compass, the radio transceiver, and his cellphone, that is no longer working, it is low of charge and now dead. He gets all of his things ang bring them a

"Oh, what's with the fancy outfit today? Are you going to see your old sugar daddy? Have him give you more money so you can fix that crappy car of yours!" I walked straight past the security booth without turning my head or slowing down. Feeling ignored, Dexter cursed angrily and stormed out of the booth after me. "Stop right there! I'm talking to you!" After taking two steps, he stopped for no clear reason. The sight of my tall figure dressed in black suddenly made him uneasy. …