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I wanted to make it up to him, so I let him pour his anger and desire for me into this passionate connection, taking everything he gave with gratitude. I stretched my neck, my lips meeting his in a deep kiss, trying to calm the storm raging inside him. And just like that, he melted into me, his anger fading as he lost himself in the kiss. He kept pounding into me relentlessly, his grip bruising, his thrusts punishing. I clung to him, my legs locked around his hips, keeping him buried deep inside me, where he belonged—where I needed him. “Oh, my mate,” I moaned, my nails raking down his back. “I love it when you fuck me angrily.” I admitted mindlessly.

" you don't know why but you're lost, lost in his eyes as if he is staring at your soul. it is like you are in your world with him—you didn't mind about the people entering in or the fact that you two are in one cubicle. but you didn't ignore the turmoil, you were still worried and anxious about being caught. you gritted your teeth. you were so frustrated. your devil side is battling against your angel side. you wished to feel pleasure—you want to feel what it is like to be loved yet you also want to stay the way you are right now. you disliked it. you disliked being so all over him. but you're enjoying it. you're enjoying this challenge he's offering you. one sex won't hurt...right? "fuck y

James cheered excitedly while Jonathan remained standing there anxiously. I stood in front of Jonathan, intertwining my hands with his and gazing at him affectionately. "Jonathan, relax and don't think about her. At this moment, I am with you. Let's just enjoy this moment and forget about all your worries." A small smile formed on his lips. "I love you so much, Angel.” He leaned down and placed a kiss on my forehead. I closed my eyes, a blissful smile appearing on my face as his lips touched my skin.

Angelo raised her to the counter of the washbasin and with a burning passion he responded to her every move with him; Without further ado, he thrust his penis into her, leaving her screaming over his shoulder at the force of his insertion; She didn't care that it might hurt her; The closeness of his body to her compensated for the lack of comfort that he caused between her thighs; She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him close to her. Her body wet with water pressed against his dry body; He wrapped his strong arms around her body until he almost choked her breath. She didn't care about that either; She never needed him more than she feels now.. Angelo watches the cars crossing

Anyways, that was the moment that I knew, I could never love anyone like I love Angelo. Let us ignore the fact that he doesn't feel the same way. Yet. Yet, I plan on doing everything in my power to make him fall in love with me. I have known Angelo since I was a kid; I know what makes him tick; I know the things he enjoys doing, his favorite meals, and the type of women he loves. I am far different from the type of women that Angelo has been with, I am a little on the thick side, I have got enough boobs to suffocate me in my sleep coupled with a slim waist and an ass for days, and my body has always caught the attention of every man, every man apart from Angelo, plus I am a blonde and there

“Then I should have been like you and stayed and watched; that's not right; as soon as I saw her on top of him like a spring, although I don't know if she saw me, she looked like she was going to explode or faint, so I left immediately; we can't all be reckless.” “My Ximena, I'm left with the doubt; I don't think Angelo is one of those, and even if he was, I don't blame the poor guy; after all, you didn't give him anything, not even when you were married; we all have our needs, and besides, that nymphomaniac has a great body; she must have more operations than Baldor's algebra.” “I don't know, Liz; my head is all messed up, my heart is squashed, and my world is upside down; I'm a mess.”

"How could you think I'm dating?" "Or maybe she's thinking about a guy. A guy who's giving her mix signals. A minute he's with you and another he's not. Making you wish he was someone you could reach out to but no... he's not." Theresa summed up my whole life in a few minutes. "And you got that from your new Romance book?" I chuckled lightly, trying to wave off the tension that was brewing up. "No. Dark Romance." She winked. Dark Romance? There was no romance going on between L'Angelo and I. But Dark? That was some talk for later.

I understood the volatile nature of Kira's anger, and I didn't want her to unleash it fully, causing a scene that could have dire consequences. Bianca, seething like oil ignited by fire, bristled with frustration and righteous anger, her body tensed, ready to defend our connection. In that moment, a delicate balance hung in the air, a precarious dance of emotions and unspoken words. The room became a powder keg, waiting for the slightest spark to ignite the explosive mix of conflicting desires, loyalties, and raw emotions.

I wanted to make it up to him, so I let him pour his anger and desire for me into this passionate connection, taking everything he gave with gratitude. I stretched my neck, my lips meeting his in a deep kiss, trying to calm the storm raging inside him. And just like that, he melted into me, his anger fading as he lost himself in the kiss. He kept pounding into me relentlessly, his grip bruising, his thrusts punishing. I clung to him, my legs locked around his hips, keeping him buried deep inside me, where he belonged—where I needed him. “Oh, my mate,” I moaned, my nails raking down his back. “I love it when you fuck me angrily.” I admitted mindlessly.

Her tongue danced just on the edge of his cock and from time to time, she deep-throated him. Irene raised her eyes to watch him as a moan ripped from his throat and his eyes flutter close. For her, sex had faded into being about power, and right now she had power over him. Over Angel. Mysterious, I-don't-know-his-job-but-maybe-he's-an-assassin-so-my-curiosity-won't-push-me-too-far-to-know- Angel. Angel of the I-bet-he-knows-all-the-martial-arts-in-the-world-and-I-know-he's-a-close-friend-of-Gabe-but-he-lowkey-terrifies-me.