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Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

Madie agreed, crisscrossing her legs in the middle of the bed as her Daddy opened the TV and picked a film. "That one please!" Madie pointed to the TV, wanting to watch Strange Magic. Dario chuckled before replying an 'okay' and clicking on the film. He called the reception to order some popcorn and chips for them. They had some sodas and water in the fridge. He sat beside her on the bed as the movie started, letting go of the remote and reaching for Madie to settle her on his lap. Madie snuggled when she felt her Daddy's warmth, as well as his strong build at her back side. He was full of muscles and abs. He was yummy too, just like their dinner.

Liam blushed even more, he pretends to be a possessive and hard guy, but he appears to be the softest man in the world. "I like hot water!" Max, Liam's most mischievous wolf form, exclaimed excitedly. Each of his wolf forms has something that triggers them. As for Max, it’s hot water. Max loves hot water a lot, and whenever Liam comes in contact with a hot bath or something related, he will appear. Max had dominated over Rage, and now he is in control.

He got hard again feeling blike fucking her till she passed out. They turned around with their heads over the edge of the platforms. They poured their huge loads of hot, sweet semen in their mouths. They swallowed it, bent their heads back and opened their mouths wide. She could his fat cock and huge balls approach her face as he slid his cock down her throat.

she replies dripping sensuality. It’s about twenty seconds before Madison answers. “Mak here.” “Hi, Mad, how’s it hangin’?” Her irritated sigh heightens the smile on my face. “Mad is worse than Madison and you know it. I need to start calling you Gom.” “You know I won’t call you Mak, so get over yourself,” I tease. Mak is a badass name for a badass woman who’s an ex-cop. I won’t deny that Kick-ass should be her middle name. Pushing her buttons is too much fun, though. “I’m cutting your tantrum short, sweet cheeks. I’m heading to the Lincoln and I’d like you to arrange some company.”

He was typing away on his phone. He ought to have noticed I was staring at him, through his sideways glance, but he was so intense in what he was doing on his phone. Hames Hendrix, CEO of HamIX International, rich, admitting to only myself hat he was very handsome (definitely the type of hot men Lila and I had always dreamed of marrying since we we were teenagers), smart, hardworking, intelligent, stubborn, grumpy, cold, weird, sometimes seemed caring. Okay, how could a man with all these qualities be in love with me? It made no sense so I let out a chuckle.

Rachel sat in a chair at her kitchen table, cradling a hot mug of tea in her hand. She had no idea how long she'd been sitting there. Hours, probably. Gabe had tried repeatedly to get her to go to bed but she seemed stuck in one place, unable to move. The shock of seeing Lincoln Harris walk into her house, in a role she never would have ascribed to him, learning he headed a global terrorist organization, had frozen her into virtual immobility. And that he had been cold-hearted enough to kidnap his own parents. She was stunned at both the vileness of the act and the revelation of Lincoln Harris as an international terrorist. How could he have involved his own parents? Put their lives in dange

His shiny dark brown hair, thick eyebrows and eyelashes, perfect sharp nose, sexy lips and a firm jaw, make women not stop staring at him while chuckling in awe. So, what other things made him win the title as the hottest man in the world besides his handsome face and artistic body? Yes, his eyes. Have you ever heard of Heterochromia? A person who is gifted with two or more different eye colors and Aiden is one of those who suffer from this condition. The left eye is golden amber and the right eye is turquoise, beautiful isn't it? When you look into his eyes, it's as if you're looking at a man in a fantasy world and you too will drift into that fantasy.

Still… the idea refused to leave. “So,” Camille said, sliding a glass of wine toward me as she perched on the stool opposite mine. “How are things with Mr. Hot CEO?” I froze mid-sip, but she raised her glass before I could protest. “Wait. First, a toast.” I grinned and lifted my glass. “Alright, what’s the toast?” She cleared her throat dramatically. “To freedom from awful gold-digging men, a full girl-boss glow-up, and better money, better connections, and… better cocks in the future.”

Amelia flashed a fake smile before Maximo could say a word. Maximo smirked, licking his lower lip. “I have not seen such beauty before, Megan. I am wondering if I could have her.” He licked his lower lip again, and Megan smacked his hand. “You can’t flirt with my friend, okay? She is a good girl.” “Oh… I like good girls.” “Not your kind of good girl,” Megan cautioned, and he smiled mischievously. “Excuse me, Megan, I would like to use the restroom.”