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We didn't" Zeke's brows crease, and mom gives him a half smile. "You guys are still adjusting, plus to everyone else's assumptions you're newly mated mates. They tend to be to busy for things like this?" "Busy doing what? Should we be contributing more?" Zeke looks panicked. "She means busy, mating. Sex" Maya says from the doorway, walking to the fridge. Zeke checks heat instantly, and his eyes snap over to mine. "Maya Layla Williams" my mother snaps. "You said it first Ma" she shrugs, coming besides Zeke.

"This woman infuriates me. Why does she act so superior over the land of Ascotan? It is mine and the artifact with me—she's delusional to think I'll give it to her." "I'm only here to remind you that she is your destined mate," Matt explained. "A destined mate?" Alessandro, the first, scoffed. "She's some kind of evil being with wings. The goddess would never give me such a mate." "But it's real. The seer confirmed it, and the conflict can be prevented if both of you get mated and come to a common understanding," Matt pointed out. "No, Matt, it doesn't work that way," Alessandro shook his head.

When the strap of my bra fell off my arms, a whoosh of air breezed past me, starting rows of goosebumps up my arms. I gazed at him as he focused on my bo*bs, his eyes glinting with painful want. I wanted to cover myself but he held my hands down. “Don’t hide yourself from me.” I took that as an encouragement and relaxed a bit. “You will love it.” He assured me, a soft glower in his eyes. My brows tightened. Did he know what was happening? His eyes fell on my dark brown nipples and he leaned down to capture the right one in his mouth. I arched into his touch, moaning softly as he sucked on it. He circled his tongue around before claiming it.

BOOK II- SUMMARY Caitriona Desire/ also known from this book II as Properly your Rookie Girl! (BW-BWM/ black woman, black /white man) Twenty-six years later, when the innocent dark-skinned Nigerian lady, Yemisi Owolabi accidentally barges into young commander Angelo Dellucci's blind date, she instantly becomes his romantic heart target. With not much effort, she is taken as his wife for a big reason but good days never last for long, after being prowled by Angelo because of his grandfather and his father, Yemi learns what life is really about and becomes a true proper lady.

Oh lord she looked sexy, wearing thigh high boots, a pleated mini skirt and a very tight white button down shirt, which was only sparsely buttoned to cover her breasts. "Why don't you snap a picture ? It will last you longer and you can enjoy it when you are alone". She smirked as she twirled one of her braids around her hand. Oh he would love to grab those braids, making her use that naughty mouth for something better… ‘Fuck Sebastian snap out of it’, he thought, ‘she is so not your type’. "If I wanna look at cheap whores the internet has a better selection". "Sebastian ! That was out of line, what the fuck is wrong with you ?" Matt was looking angrily at him and Anna looked shocked, Amber

He growled out with gritted teeth, stomping up the stairs while I swung on his back. All I heard from Luca was loud laughter, as Giovanni climbed up the stairs with me dangling off his back. But the word, mate, continued ringing in my head. Though a human, I’ve lived among werewolves long enough to understand his meaning. Then again, considering it was Giovanni that had said it, I resolved not to take him seriously. After all, it was impossible for a human to be mated to a wolf and again, I didn't believe in their blasphemy of a so-called moon goddess.

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Grandma led me, naked, down the short hallway to her bedroom. I stood in her doorway, naked with the hardest erection I've ever had. The situation was so erotic and forbidden, I was so horny, being under the spell of this older mature woman, my Grandma. Grandma walked slowly to her big King sized bed, I watched as her plump mature ass cheeks rolled from side to side. She looked back at me with a lustful smile as she lowered herself onto the bed. What she did next sent blood surging through my whole body straight to my already steel-hard cock. She got on the bed on her elbows and knees and then arched her back sticking her big plump mature ass out. She spread her legs like she was in a Yoga p

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