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he taunted, looking right at me, “Kelly dear, did you hide the truth from His Highness? Your nickname is quite popular in the Pack, you should have known he was going to find out eventually.” He turned to Alaric with a shit eating grin, completely ignoring the murderous expression Alaric had. “Kelly is mostly known as a beautiful firewood. Though she does have other nicknames. The infertile Luna. The barren wife. What good is an Alpha who can’t even keep her own husband satisfied, let alone give him a son?” His chuckle was sharp and cruel. “She’s nothing but a dried-up womb, a failed woman trying to wear a man’s crown.”

I'm Joyce, a 42-year-old housewife, and I have a secret. No, I'm not having an affair or embezzling money from my husband's company. My secret is that I'm a hotwife. I love fucking strangers. The thrill of the unknown, the excitement of the forbidden, it sets my pussy on fire like nothing else. It all started a few years ago. My husband, Mark, and I had been married for over a decade, and our sex life had become routine. We'd fuck on weekends, missionary style, with the lights off. It was functional, but it wasn't exciting. I craved more.

Sienna said, excitement clear in her voice. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I was in the mood for a party after what happened at the last party, but then I thought it might be a good distraction from my thoughts about Brandon and Hottie. "Sure, I'll come," I said, trying to sound enthusiastic. "Great! It's going to be a wild night, trust me. And don't worry, I'll make sure to keep any Hottie away from you," she teased. I couldn't help but chuckle at her nickname for the men. Only if she knew I had a man named Hottie, and he made me feel pleasurable in more than one way. "Thanks, Sienna. I appreciate it."

The afternoon sun is still in its prime, and if I'm fast enough, we might be able to make it to the theme park before it closes. “The hot doc is back, I see,” Jessica calls out from the apartment entrance doc, hot doc are one of the many nicknames she has for me. She is leaning by the door. Talk about the worst timing. I bet a million bucks she’s going to come up with stories about why I got dropped home in a fancy sports car instead of my minivan. “Hello, hot nurse,” I give her a hug, putting on the best poker face I can muster. “Jack, huh?” She waits for my response, and when she doesn’t get one, she tries again. “Who is Jack, lovely lady?” I don’t have to look at her face to know she is c

MATTEO "Hey, Ice Queen!" Nicholas called. "Shut up, or I'll make you, Ink!" Lucia retorted. Although I referred to Lucia as Lucy, most people in the famiglias knew her as the Ice Queen. It was due to her ruthlessness while carrying out her assignment that she was nicknamed that. As for Nicholas, he was called Ink because of the many tattoos he had on his body. While every one of us had a tattoo symbolizing our organization, Nicholas' tattoos covered 90% of his body. I wouldn't be surprised if he had one, even in the most private areas.

Hell, no clothing at all would give me a fantasy to remember for years. My friends always said my brother was hot. I laughed because I just didn’t see it. Handsome yes, hot as in sex…no, I just couldn’t go there. Nick was a few inches shorter than Rack but he worked out and kept the women drooling. He was playfully conceited when he noticed women eyeing him. “The babes love me, sis. It’s this hot body that keeps them coming back for more.”

Then she chuckled. "Come on, let's walk faster, Lay, we're going to be late." Yes, and if we're going to be late, it's not my fault. Yesterday, Stacey decided that I should just call her in her nickname and she said that she'll give me one. "I have a nickname, Stacey." I said to her in a small voice. "Then what is it?" She folded her arms and we stopped from walking. "My mom calls me 'Hopie' whenever she's feeling blue." I said to her.

she whined. "Hey, you like being called kitten and getting fucked," I say back to her, she enjoyed both of those things, I won't do anything to her that she doesn't like or enjoy. "Not in the mood, Cassius," she whines again. "I don't want any of that Lotte, talk to me, what got you so upset?" I asked her, since everyone call her Char-char, I wanted to have my own special nickname just for her. "My mom," she whines.

My cock thickens and hot cum sprays on my abs, and I thrust my hips through it, forcing my eyes open to look at him. “Come in me, Nick.” “Holyfuckingshit,” he groans in one breath as his thrusts turn dangerously animalistic, going rougher and faster until I almost can’t keep up. He shudders on top of me and calls me baby and beautiful and all these other nicknames he loves giving me as he comes inside me. Despite my hazy head, I can’t look away from his face as he empties his load. He’s just so fucking hot. My hand runs up the ink on his hard abs, fingers wrapping around his nape as I shove him down and claim his lips again.

he asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “It’s written all over your body,” she replied smoothly, her tone laced with a light teasing edge. He chuckled, clearly enjoying her boldness. “Well, you’re not wrong,” he admitted, straightening with a dramatic flair. “In fact, they used to call me ‘The Silver Fox.” The nickname rolled off his tongue with a mix of pride and nostalgia, and I couldn’t help but picture the younger version of him—charming, confident, and undoubtedly a heartbreaker.