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“C’mon. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right.” --- They spent the next hour raiding their tiny closets. Zoe threw dresses and lingerie onto the bed like a stylist prepping a shoot. Maya kept rejecting every option. “That’s too short.” “That’s see-through.” “That’s basically dental floss.” “Exactly,” Zoe teased. “We want slutty. Slutty sells.” Eventually Maya gave in to a silky black slip Zoe insisted on, muttering curses under her breath as she changed in the bathroom. When she stepped out, Zoe wolf-whistled.

James some sort of aphrodisiac that made him act so provocatively. Edgar turned his body to see Dr. James directly. Dr. James’s pale cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue, making him even more alluring. His thin lips were red and appeared plump. With a captivated gaze, Edgar pulled Dr. James closer in his embrace, letting the shower water enhance their intimacy. The pajamas that had just been put on by the servant were now soaked, emphasizing Dr. James’s curves through the damp cloth. Under the shower, Edgar lifted Dr. James’s chin, which was shorter than his, then touched the alluring red lips that had been tempting him and gently kissed that sweet mouth. His strong hands began to caress Dr.

Alpha Alain released all of him inside Sasha, plunging and driving right to his hilt. Sasha let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a shriek. Ansel found himself echoing it as well. Alain’s mouth became full of Ansel’s seed. But Sasha’s silken, blazing heat still gripped him, as if his beast does not want to claw its way out yet. Her body was so perfect, fitting right for him. But Ansel’s cock…so this is why Razel and Apollo sometimes fucked each other. Like Sasha’s blazing heat, Ansel remained his leash around his neck—or more precisely, around his tongue and mouth.

“Yeah… I do. It makes me feel… sexy. Even though I’m not skinny like other girls.” “You’re not supposed to be skinny,” Jax said firmly but gently. “You’re supposed to be you. Soft. Curvy. Warm. That’s what makes us lose our minds. When I had my fingers inside you and Theo was sucking your clit, I could feel how tight you got right before you came. The way your pussy squeezed us… it was perfect.” Theo smiled against my shoulder. “And when you moaned our names? That little broken sound you made when you were right on the edge? I wanted to keep you there forever. You’re so responsive, baby girl. Your body tells us exactly what you like.”

And he’d better, before he did something crazy like grab her, touch her, drive her to the brink, then stuff her full of cock. “The sex I like isn’t sweet or pretty or romantic, kitten. It’s raw, sometimes a little painful for a woman. It can require a spine of steel and a lot of stamina.” Kimber tensed, swallowed again. She was nervous—but intrigued. Curiosity swirled in those pretty hazel eyes. Finally, she nodded. “Go on.” Deke stepped closer. He couldn’t resist. Now he could smell her. Peaches and brown sugar and a hint of female arousal. Were his words making her hot—or was it knowing she could turn him on that got her wet?

"So what do you say, baby? Are we going to Amazon Prime and Sexy Time? Hulu and Do You? Or Shower Together?" Jesse guffawed. "Oh, babe," he gasped for air as he recovered. "You never run out of sexual euphemisms, do you?" She pouted coquettishly and pressed her forehead against his. "Can't help it," she breathed. "My boyfriend's so fucking beautiful and sexy." He gave her a quick peck on the lips. "You're so fine yourself." He whispered. His groin stiffened, and K felt it instantly as she was still sitting on top of his lap.

"I don't know what your obsession is with him. Yeah, he's a good player. But he looks like fucking Carrottop." "He does not," I argue with a roll of my eyes. Drunk Sasha can get annoying. Especially when I'm already in a bad mood. "Fine," she concedes. "So he's a much hotter version of Carrottop. So what? He's not here. We are. And so is a wide variety of beautiful men with very toned butts." She waves her hand in front of her like she's presenting the choices for me to choose from. Never mind that most of them are as inactive as we are after consuming so much booze. "Forget about that loser. You're young and beautiful. Take advantage of it while you can. Have you forgotten who you are? You'

I snarl. Her laugh is low, throaty, maddening. “Too late for that, love.” Something cold and metallic presses into my ribs. I look down. She’s holding another weapon. A small, wicked-looking pistol, already cocked. Her grin widens. “Now, let’s try this again, shall we?” The cold press of the gun is sharp, precise, like Celeste herself. Her eyes glitter like broken glass, her breath brushing across my face, sickly sweet and intoxicating in the worst way.

My moans grew louder, shameless, impossible to hold back as his thick cock dragged along every sensitive spot inside me. Sebastian was the first to pull his cock out — long, thick, and flushed. He stroked it slowly, eyes glued to where Rhys was stretching me open. Then Jax and Tyler followed. Jax’s cock was especially striking — long, heavily veined, with a shiny silver Prince Albert piercing through the head. The sight made my pussy clench hard around Rhys.