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added Jordan. Jasmine asked cautiously, “I’ll ask what’s on my mind then.” “Go ahead.” “Do you only like men who are like Westley?” Jordan answered candidly, “Yes.” “I don’t only like that type, I only like Westley, no matter how he changes.” Jasmine was stunned upon hearing the truth. “But you and Westley...” Jordan took a sip of her drink and suddenly burst out laughing. Jasmine was rendered speechless. She immediately regretted bringing up this topic.

Their mouths moved in perfect synchrony, exploring each other with an increasing intensity. As the minutes ticked by, the heat between them grew, fueling their fervor. Jasmine, positioned near the corner of the corner of the bed observed the escalating passion unfolding before him. Emboldened by the electrifying atmosphere, Aiden actions became more forceful. His hand stealthily found its way inside Jasmine’s bra, eagerly uncovering her breasts. They were just as firm and perky as he had imagined, perhaps even exceeding his expectations. Jasmine’s nipples, now exposed to the air, stood erect and noticeably more prominent than what Aiden was accustomed to.

Faith made his eyes crazy with lust, love and desire. "Yeah, you are! And you love it! And I could watch your beautiful ass flexing all day as your fucking incredible pussy greedily takes all of my dick inside! And those tits...I want your perfect body all to myself!" Jordan moved forward, wrapping his arm around her lower back to support her as he moved the other hand right where it needed to be - to maul those delicious fucking boobs. She clung desperately to him, barely able to support herself in the sudden position. He felt her slipping.

Jordan whispered words of love between moans, promising a future without guilt or hiding. But Sarah’s absence was a constant ache. She sent divorce papers via email on Thursday with a short note: *“I still love you, but I can’t live like this. Sign them or fight for us. Your choice.”* That night, Alex arrived at the hotel a wreck. Jordan comforted him the best way they knew — with intense, emotional sex that lasted for hours. They started slow and loving, then turned rough and desperate. Jordan rode him reverse cowgirl so he could watch every inch sliding in and out. Then Alex took control, pounding into them from behind while pulling their hair, slapping their ass, marking them as his.

He looked at Goodness like she was a piece of meat. “Meet my new personal assistant, Viktor,” Jordan said smoothly. “She’s very… helpful.” Viktor’s eyes moved over her body. “Beautiful. I like what I see.” Jordan pulled Goodness onto his lap right away. The limo started moving smoothly through the city streets. The tinted windows hid everything. The back was luxurious with long leather seats, soft lights, a small bar. “On your knees first, whore,” Jordan ordered. Goodness slid down between his legs. She unzipped him and pulled out his massive nine-inch cock. It was already hard.

The jagged silver scars on his ribs stood out angrily against his pale skin, but the wounds were fully closed. A soft gasp sounded behind him. Turning around, Amberly stood up from the snowdrift. She was completely bare. The biting cold raised goosebumps across her thighs and stomach. Her dark hair fell in messy, damp waves over her shoulders. The mate bond ignited like a match thrown into gasoline. Heat instantly flooded Jordan's veins, completely obliterating the freezing temperature of the forest. His eyes flashed predatory gold. Stepping forward, he closed the distance between them. "You look incredible," Jordan murmured, his voice rough and vibrating.

“But I want in. Not just watching from the sidelines. Let me show you how much this turns me on.” We didn’t make it far. Jordan pulled me into the bathroom, turning on the shower until steam filled the room. We stripped each other under the hot spray, bodies pressing close. Water cascaded over his toned swimmer’s physique—defined abs, strong shoulders, that perfect V leading down to his hard cock. He dropped to his knees first, taking me into his mouth with familiar skill while the water pounded my back. I groaned, fingers in his wet hair, hips rocking gently. “Jordan… fuck.”

“They are living modestly in Chicago.” “I am still afraid of her returning.” “She is dead; she cannot return, and most importantly, I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. Nothing, and no one will separate us again.” Before she could respond, James pulled her close and kissed her deeply, as if it were the first time. The world around them disappeared. There was no more fear, only the certainty that, together, they were invincible.

Nora asks startled "Lovergirl! It is only sweet at the beginning, you better shine your eyes and don't get swept away by the flood" she smirks her tongue irritably at Nora who mocks her in return "Beef this much? Better go and text Richard, Tito, Dino, or what is that your albino dude's name?" Tade snaps quickly "He is a white Liberian, not an albino! Get the difference"

After making sure she was asleep, he took out a little box from under his pillow. There was a ring inside. Its design was simple yet elegant. The details, in particular, whispered Damian's devotion. He took a deep breath and gently slipped the ring through Bella's ring finger. He watched it glimmer against her skin, his gaze growing soft. He kissed her fingertip lightly, as if worried she might wake up. "I love you, Bella Valdez," he whispered. Bella's exhale deepened momentarily before evening out again. Her face remained serene—no flicker of eyelids, no change in expression.