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"Okay, let's be honest with each other here. What's really going on? Why are you having such a freak out about getting your freak on?" If it hadn't been such a serious thing for Jessica, she would have snickered at the play on words from Bianca's mouth. "Because, who does that? I ran here because I had nude pictures get exposed, and I was so embarrassed that happened, but I'm perfectly okay with shucking every part of clothing off the top half of my body and letting Layne have his way with me on the side of the road? What the fuck is wrong with me?" "Nothing," Bianca told her softly. "Nothing is wrong with you. You want to know what I think?"

(Prologue) “Who’s up for a threesome?” Whoops and catcalls echoed around the campfire while Brandt McKay seethed in the shadows of the pine trees. “And I mean anyone,” Mike, that little fucking prick, emphasized with a drunken leer. “Guys, gals. Hell, it don’t matter if it’s more than three. In fact, the more the merrier! Me’n Jessica here—” he whacked Jessie’s bikini-clad butt hard, “—are up for a good fuckin’ time tonight.”

Jessica smirked. "Alright, where's this itch?" Kanyon couldn't wait to scratch her back so she could spill the beans about Selene when he noticed Jessica taking off her clothes. “The itch is right here,” Jessica let out while pointing at her private area. "Can you see if you can get it for me?" She sat down on the couch, careful not to bother the hand with the IV, and then she spread her legs wide for Kanyon. Kanyon didn't need for his wife to tell him twice. In less than ten seconds, he was naked and pumping inside her.

" smiled and walked to his place on cloud nine. Saturday, was rainy and cooler than the normal, as if it knew what was in store for this evening. Mackayla was a bit edgy having not slept well last night no bad dreams to blame. She showered and patched her tattoos she was nervous about tonight. She had a feeling letting the tattoos show would probably not be good they were restless sensing her mood.She met Blake at their assigned spot he was leaning against the hood of the jag. He did a bit of a double take at Mackayla's attire and attitude that radiated from her. She had chosen to wear a strapless, purple dress that was cut down the middle to her navel, but it had a strip that connected the

She has no idea there won’t be one. Tyler comes down first—barefoot, sweatpants low on his hips, face cold and blank. I follow right behind, wearing only his open dress shirt. It barely covers the fresh hickeys blooming across my neck and chest; my thighs are still sticky from last night. Jessica turns with a bright smile. “Oh hey, honey! Good morning. Just getting ready for a little errand lat—” Her smile dies the second she sees me behind him, half-exposed, belly rounded, looking thoroughly fucked.

"You own me, Lolita." "Good girl," I murmured, a wicked, triumphant smirk curving my lips. By the ropes, the tension had reached a breaking point. Jessica was practically vibrating. Her breathing was ragged, her pristine white suit a stark contrast to the violence in the dirt. Unable to look away from the raw, feral display of my absolute monarchy, Jessica’s hand slid down her own thigh. Her fingers pressed deep into the fabric of her trousers. She was entirely mesmerised, her lips parted in a silent, hungry moan. She was touching herself right there in the open sunlight, completely overcome, her arousal spiking violently as she watched me conquer the island's deadliest threat.

Jessica started begging but then. With one drag and pull Marcel tore off her maid uniform, leaving her only with her undies but he wasn't done there as he tore that too off her body rendering her completely naked. “Please Senor Marcel," Jessica continued pleading while trying to cover up her nakedness but Marcel wasn't paying any attention to her plea. He gestured to two of his men and they went out and fetched two buckets of water which they poured on Jessica right there in the sitting room in a loud splash and then Marcel drew a horse whip from inside his jacket.

Embarrassed with herself and hands around her still, ; she spun around faster than needed and clumsily tripped falling face first on the ground but Lucas was quicker to jump and grab her and they both rolled on the ground Jessica gasped ,her eyes shut closed waiting to hit her face; surprising that didn't happen; instead she felt her face buried into a warm strong chest; as lucas grabbed her midway and fell on the ground she opened her eyes to find herself naked, breasts pressed against Lucas’ bare torso , a hand behind her head and the the other strongly wrapped around her and something poking at her belly Heat rush through her entire body and up to her cheeks as she buried her face

Warning!!! This chapter is rated 18+ Rowland sprawled out on the bed, his body covered in bandage and his skin still reddish. But he was naked and over him was none other than Albert's nanny, Jessica. She was also naked, her small sized boops daggling along the rhythm of her waist, taking solace on Rowland's dick. To put it straight, she was fucking him. She was furious and felt like ripping the hair off Jessica's skull.

What secrets were we yet to uncover. As I approached Belle, naked, I laid down beside her, only for her to shift and leave Jessica sitting there completely naked. I was shocked but quickly jumped up and went to get her a t-shirt. As much as I wanted to see my mate naked and, in my arms, I knew she was not ready for that tonight. I was walking back after having put on a pair of shorts, when I noticed something on Jessica’s back. As I got closer, my heart sank. Her back was a mess of scars from years of abuse. I felt rage start to overcome me, when Gunner came forward.