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Pink Bunny was puzzled. Captain who wasn’t present seemed well aware of all the tragedies that happened inside the Underworld even before his involvement. ‘How did you know…’ The kings’ gazes were asking him that. With curled eyes, Captain snorted. “We are the best informant in the whole world. A little digging is nothing compared to the prize that I will get.” “Which is?” Smart asked suspiciously at him. “Their despair.” Smart cackled cynically. “Of course,” your heart is as black as our beloved Holiness.

I tilt my head to the side, experimenting, and am desperately pleased when the fire goes wide and low, creating a wide ring on the ground instead of a tall funnel. “God damn it,” the Captain says, his face bursting into a grin. Then he looks over at me. “How…how big can it get?” I glance over at Jackson who looks down at me, quite casual. “I’ve got…acres of power left in me, Ari. I’m not kidding when I say this is a croissant.” When I look back at the Captain his face is twisted in confusion. “A croissant?” I laugh. “He just means it can get big. Really big.”

But he was wearing Calvin Klein underwear. His manhood is poking on the short. I gasp before closing my eyes. I bit my lower lip. I heard a faint chuckle. I opened my eyes and that's when he pushed it down. The big monster erecting in front of me. Lord forgive my eyes. It is as long and big as the last time.

Lana smiled at me before walking out of the room. I picked up my phone as I got out of the I*******m page of Cole Donovan, second-year student and the hockey captain of the school and also a member of the Blackwood Boys. The Blackwood Boys were three best friends, and that consisted of Cole, Zane, and Nolan. These boys were known for their charm, their good looks, and also how wealthy they were considering that they came from good backgrounds, and it was rumoured that their parents had shares in the school, but amongst all of them, the least you would want to get involved with was Cole.

“If you start making even more fuss, I’ll have you wear g-strings.” I looked at him in horror. “They don’t have g-strings for men! Wait…do they?” “Tina?” Zach smirked at her, who then smirked back conspirationally and turned on the browser page and typed in the words. And just like that…hundreds of pictures of men in those flimsy underwear popped up on the screen, looking proud as fuck as they displayed those excuse for an underwear that left little to the imagination. “Motherfuckers!” I cursed out loud before I could stop myself. “You’ve got to be fucking shitting me!”

“You really think too well of yourself.” “Maybe. But, right now, after given you pleasure all afternoon, I really want to bury my cock in you and start putting a pup in you.” He says as he starts to undo his pants. He lets his member spring out of his pants, and I can’t help it, I start laughing. “Cock, you say? That is a toddler penis, not a cock. Seriously Cullen, is that why you made me orgasm so many times? You needed me swollen enough to feel you?

Oh my God. It dawned on me at that moment… Lucas already lost the captain's title… There's no way Coach is letting Kianeffing Maddox go. “Everyone gather around.” The coach's voice came as he hugged Scott, “That's my boy. I am really proud of you.” “And to everyone on the team. We have our new MVP and captain of the team. Kian Maddox.” The coach announced. The rink erupted with cheers and whistles. Lucas threw his helmet on the floor, getting everyone's attention.

The video zoomed in close right as Brayden leaned down and pressed that slow, deliberate kiss against my flushed cheek. The caption across the bottom of the screen read: Star hockey captain drops the gloves on his own identical twin brother over a freshman. The drama is drama-ing at Berkeley. "The comments are absolutely brutal, by the way," the pink-haired girl whispered, her voice dripping with a mix of excitement and fake sympathy. "The campus gossip pages are already reposting it everywhere. Half the athletic boards are calling you a total homewrecker, and the hockey groupies are basically labeling you a puck-bunny who manipulated her way into the captain’s penthouse apartment."

"You feel good Evan. Too good for this shit life." "Stop that." I sat back and looked at him. Our chests pressed close. "You are not alone anymore. Say it." Kade's eyes locked on mine. The gray looked stormy. "I am not alone. Not with you here." "Good." I rocked against him slow feeling him harden under me. "Now let me take care of you." He groaned low. "You are killing me Captain." I grinned despite everything and helped him out of his pants. Mine followed quick. Naked we moved careful on the bed. I grabbed the lube from his bag and slicked us both.

“Thank you. I’m so proud to have a daughter who can give performance reviews before eight in the morning.” “Daddy’s not mean.” “He’s never seen you pour glitter into an air-conditioning vent.” “It was an experiment.” “It was a crime.” Poppy took a sip of milk, her green eyes watching me through her bangs like I was some junior employee who still didn’t understand the company vision. “Daddy calls me Captain.” “Because he wants his life ruined in creative ways.” “Captain is good.” “Captain is good on a boat. At home, Captain Poppy uses Barbie as a hostage so she doesn’t have to eat carrots.”