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His hands rubbed his neck "....Why? Why? Why?" He screamed at me. "I..... I", I tried explaining he raise his hand cutting me off, shook his head turned and walked away. I turned to look at Lexy who did not even move smirking. "What did you just do?" I eyed him suspiciously. "What do you expect?" He shrugged, looking at me. "I know you are Inlove with me kelsi, and you've always wanted me to kiss you again, so I sent someone to call delvin to come look for you, to see the cheap bitch you really are" He smiled devilishly.

Like he said, I did not mind them. Days passed, Quenly and I are often together. During break times and after school. We usually stay on the rooftop for a few hours after the class ends. The girls who look like they are stabbing me, multiplied. I found out that Quenly is popular in Central Community College. That’s why when the news about Quenly having a friend, broke out, my name became a hot topic especially on 3C Hot Issue F* page. A lot of people had called me a flirt, some are commenting that they wished that I would die. I just laugh at how shallow they act. I did not mind their comments, they have never harmed me physically because Quenly is always with me.

“Cum on my cock then you slut. Soak it.” My orgasm crashed through me hard. My pussy clamped down around him pulsing violently. I squirted all over him, my clear juices spraying down my thighs and onto the floor. I moaned so fucking loud that even the demons from the very out of hell could hear me now, my whole body jerking as he kept fucking me through it. He didn’t stop. He kept those hard backshots going, using my spasming pussy, growling behind me. The overstimulation made me shake even more.

Her lips i have kissed a dozen times. “Donald?” I drag my eyes away from the picture and force myself to breathe. I shove the photo back into the file along with others like it was a ticking time bomb that could go off any second. “Who gave you these?” my voice sounds hoarse. Mike shrugs. “My sources. Same ones that traced Delmont’s shell companies. His assets and hideouts” I nod slowly, though I can barely hear him. Rebecca. The woman who just kissed me goodnight, told me to call her if I needed anything.

His jaw was shadowed in stubble, his shirt half untucked, but his eyes those were the same: cold steel, sharp and clear. “You’re early,” he said. “You answered.” He stepped aside. “Only because you used the word Blackbird.” She entered. The apartment was stripped down maps on the walls, two laptops open, wires running into God-knows-what. It smelled like black coffee and burnt adrenaline. “You have ten minutes,” Killian said, shutting the door. “And if you mention Cassian, I’ll cut that in half.” Aria raised an eyebrow. “Brotherly love.” Killian didn’t smile. “You don’t know him.”

“Fuck, you’re wet, open the stuff behind and grab a condom.” Calla fumbled to do as he said, reaching blindly for the compartment behind the seat. Her fingers closed around a foil packet, and she handed it to Killian. “Do you always keep condoms back here?” she teased, tearing the packet open with her teeth. Killian smirked. “Remember Killian Black, a popularly known man whore.”

I tossed her overheated phone back to her. Mira shrieked as she scrolled through the pictures I took. " You're the fucking best, Keisha. At this angle, my cunt looks like a used fuck sleeve. He's gonna send more money. " Just send, Oma, my other best friend, strutted out of the bathroom, her fake tits looking ridiculous in a push up bra. Those big bolted melons were shoved high, nipples almost poking my eyes with how hard they looked. She was putting on a sheer dress, and that awful bra. Underneath, I could map out her bald pussy.

Good. “Names,” Viktor ordered. The first to step forward was a tall brunette with a scar across her cheek like she’d survived a bomb. She wore black cargo pants and combat boots like she meant business. “Kira,” she said in a flat voice. “Explosives. Don’t get in my fucking way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Try not to blow yourself up, and we’ll get along just fine.” She didn’t react. Ice cold. Next was a blonde with ceand ekbones sharp enough to cut glass and dark lipstick that screamed trouble. She looked like she enjoyed pain, mostly giving it.

Connor's lips curled into a mocking smirk. "You really think she'd die that easily? I know better than anyone how tough she is." Belinda laughed, her voice dripping with amusement. "That's right. Our Luna is the kind of woman who could stomach a live snake. She may have gone days without food or water, but I believe she'll survive." The gathered maids giggled at the remark, but Connor's smile faltered for just a second. Watching his expression stiffened, I felt a flicker of satisfaction. "So, you do feel a little guilty after all."

she said biting her lips lustfully moved her hand to my chest. "Get out!! I growled and she ran out of my office. I heard a knock on the door. "Come in" I replied. "The door opened and Travis came in. Travis is my right hand man. "Boss, your brother hired a new secretary" he said handing me a picture. I stared at the lady in the picture and a smile crawled to my lips. She is the perfect definition of a woman. Her ass is so huge and her breasts her round and full. Seeing her picture alone gives me an hard on.