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This whole daddy thing is scary as shit! So here I was, running my thumb over the touch screen of my iPhone, looking at the hundreds of baby names, considering them for a future Alpha, this is what I chose after a long thought; Asher Braxton Callum Ethan Maddox Malachy Orlando Reuben Spencer Theodore All strong, masculine names in my opinion… I just hope Bethany and I could set on one name for our boy; this is the name he’ll live with for the rest of his life. He deserves to not be embarrassed every time his name is said out loud.

“Do you like the names? If you have chosen some other names, I will name then with that. After all, you are the mother. Rituals apart, It's your right first. You gave birth to them.” Manya’s eyes wrinkled at the corners as she read the girl. The girl was mature and respect the boundaries of a relationship. “I know but the names you suggested are good. They suit my children. Coincidentally, Dylan was the name I had chosen for my younger son too. I was confused with my elder son’s name but Viraj fits his personality. Viraj means The biggest in Universe. The Splendour Ruler.” “Viraj it is then,”’ Kiara said the name and heard a giggle from the crib as if the child was accepting the name. Sudden

Debbie asked. "Sandy, what’s his name?" "I have no idea," Sandy replied. "I wanted his cock, not his name." They all looked at me expectantly. "Steve," I said. "My name is Steve." "Good," Michelle said with a smirk. "Now, Steve, settle something for us. We were arguing about breasts. Which of us has the sexiest ones?"

His eyes softened even more. My back pressed lightly against the door as the space between us disappeared. Eyelids batting inconsistently. I could feel the heat coming off his body, he smelled manly in every possible way, the familiar smell of cedarwood mixed with the faint smell of whiskey. My heart beat so hard it felt like it might jump out of my chest.

When I'm down to my underwear he takes the rest off and starts the hot tub. The water is warm and no one else is around. Just us. Two forbidden adults spending the night in a hotel. Two adults wanting to spend time together before fall break ends. It's the last night of fall break and for a few more moments we let the fantasy continue. The dream we are living today is a fleeting heart ache tomorrow. His career and my student enrollment can go fuck themselves tonight, tonight I am making love to Blake Oakley in a hot tub. The bubbles are foaming and the champagne is sweet to the taste. Blake and I are naked. The hot tub is in the shape of a heart. I climb on top of Blake and start riding his

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When she did, his tongue swept in, hot and wet and demanding, licking every bit of sensitive flesh and coaxing her own tongue to dance with his. Heat flash through her, tightening her nipples and making the pulse in her sex throb like a bass drum. It pounded through her blood stream, so hard she was sure Matt could feel it vibrate in her body. His own body heat was surging into hers, eating her blood, and even through the layers of their clothing she could feel the hard, swollen thickness of his cock.

"He's... a lot, Cami. I'm not sure he even likes me." "Right? People at the hospital call him 'El Cirujano de Hielo'—The Ice Surgeon. Because he never loses his cool. Not once." Cami sighed, swirling her glass. "Sometimes I wish he’d just... react, you know? But I guess that’s what makes him Mateo Lopez." He reacts, Ariana thought bitterly, feeling the phantom heat of his thumb against her throat. He reacts when no one is looking.

Just a single black box on the concrete, sealed with blood-red wax. No name. No return address. Just a sticker on the top with one word in block capitals: STAY BROKEN. Cain’s stomach coiled like a spring. He took it inside. Opened it slow. And inside— A copy of the sex video, printed and paused at Saxon’s face mid-orgasm, a single, bloody bullet casing and a slip of paper with Saxon’s real name—Elias Angelo Dantes—written in looping cursive. And then slashed through in thick, black ink.

Her thumb lingered on his nipple, while her fingers traced his firm muscle slowly. Marcus’s breath hitched, but he faked a cough, stylishly arranging his shorts to hide his forming bulge. “This feels really good, ma’am.” He grunted. The other boys noticed, what was happening and instantly rushed over. “What about me, Mrs. Thompson?” Jimmy grinned, pushing his chest forward. Tamara blushed but played along. She wiped Jimmy’s chest, her fingers brushing over his abs, then Tyler’s. The touches were light and playful, but they left her breathing heavier. Her nipples were straining hard against her blouse, her pussy was soaking wet with her squirts.