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Delicious chills run all over me as his lips nibble soft kisses at the back of my ear, then down to my neck. My head is already thrown back, giving him a go ahead pose without me even realizing it. "Cairo..." I moan, and then I catch myself real quick. "Get off me, Cairo!" I grunt, my hands pushing against his chest, but he's a hard wall that isn't moving. "Or what?" he asks, that unbearable perfect smirk still stretching his lips. But he's not going to distract me with his cruel charm. I know what I saw. Him smiling and smoking his weed while an innocent woman was burning inside the house he set on fire.

I answer with desperation, arching into him, feeling his hard erection pressing against my stomach. Then he pulls back, leaving me breathless, lips swollen. “Turn around.” I obey instantly, moving onto all fours, my ass lifted, trembling with anticipation. I hear the sound of his zipper being lowered, the faint rustle of a condom wrapper being torn open. When I feel the tip of him at my entrance—wide, hot—I hold my breath. “Breathe,” he orders, his hand gliding down my spine. “And scream.”

Gay, straight, or bisexual, I was actually sucking a cock. I felt his manhood pulsate just as Jasper warned that he was cumming, releasing his grip on my head so I could pull away. But I couldn’t, I had to have his sperm in my mouth. Jasper grunted and moaned and I felt his body spasm as he came. The first spurt came as I had him deep in my mouth, splashing against the back of my throat. I adjusted so the head was just inside my lips allowing the second and third spurts to shoot across my tongue.

hot, demanding, tasting like coffee and mint. His hands would slide roughly under my dress, fingers digging into my thighs as he ground his hard cock against me. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck, hear his low, desperate groans every time he thrust deep inside me, filling me completely. My legs would shake around his waist while he fucked me hard and fast, sweat slick on our skin, my nails digging into his back as I cried out his name. Those nights left me sore, satisfied, and completely fucking his. Now we barely even touched each other except for quick kisses when we passed each other in the morning. Sometimes, he would text “I miss you” late at night from different countries

he whispered, his voice a seductive blend of authority and lust. I bit my lips. "I don't throw around suggestions lightly, Daddy." . As the water cascaded over us, the room filled with the heady scent of steam and desire. Dax's fingers traced patterns on my skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. The sensation sent delicious shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but arch into his touch. We kissed, our breaths mingling with the rhythmic noise of the shower. Lost in the dance of passion, I moaned wantonly, my hands exploring his inked body as his hands moved with purpose, exploring every curve and slit, making me all wet.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

I got stood up an hour ago and now I’m sitting here aching for a stranger who brought a book for someone else. “Yeah,” she whispered. “I do.” The restaurant had gotten quieter around them. Most tables empty. Low lights. Just the two of them in this little bubble. Callum’s knee pressed firmer against hers. She shifted, letting it stay. The pressure felt good. Too good. He refilled her water glass. His fingers brushed hers on the pitcher. Lingered. The touch shot straight down her spine, made her pussy clench hard. She bit her lip. “You’re staring at my hands a lot,” he said, voice low.

“I can tell by the red in your face—you’ve never kissed a woman the way I’ve kissed you. You’re one gentle motherfucker. I’m gonna change that. Spicy is fun. You won’t see foreplay as a fucking chore anymore.” A guttural sound rips from me, and he sucks, biting my lower lip again, brutalizing the skin before he releases it. “You like that, baby?” He speaks so close to my mouth, every word brushes against my lips like another kiss. “Don’t call me that.” I breathe out, shuffling through the mess in my head, but sanity is missing in action, completely gone. “Don’t call you what? Baby?” “You’re gay as fuck.”

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My baby, My Bells, My lover, Mine and forever. FUCKING MINE! THE END. THANK YOU FOR READING THIS STEAMY BOOK TILL THE END AND NOW, TADA! A few chapters will delve into Sally and Colby's sizzling relationship with unmissable heat. You wouldn't want to miss out on this new sibling step romance. I mean, who could resist the allure of a bad boy football player with messy jet black hair, piercing dark eyes plus a pierced cock, and sculpted muscles? Certainly not our secretive Sally though.