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And there she was, standing on the other side of the glass. Our eyes locked. Mine. I felt lightheaded as I stared at her, the world rearranging around me until all I could see…all I could feel…was her. I had no idea who she was. But for a heartbeat, I forgot about the game, the score…the pressure. I was entranced. Nothing else mattered. I stared at her angelic face in blind amazement until I lost my mind and I blew her a kiss, watching in awe as her gorgeous face screwed up in disgust, gold flecked eyes unaware that she’d just changed my fucking world.
“A little close there, Dis,” Ari commented as he moved past me. “Now I’m getting nicknames of my fucking nickname?”
“Very nice, Disney,” Ari screamed. “Good fucking boy.” Praise kink unlocked. I’d have to examine that later.
She was fucking staring at me. She raised both hands slowly and flipped me off and I almost passed out on the ice, just from having her attention. Because evidently I had forgotten how to interact with someone of the opposite sex, I once again blew her a fucking kiss.
She had full lips that were made for my cock and—alright…that took a turn.
“Is it safe?” she called out, and I snorted. I could just see it now in the headlines…“Marked safe from Walker Davis’s freakishly huge dick.”
She didn’t need to know that I would be the only hand she’d be holding for the rest of her life.
She gaped at me and I gently tapped her chin to close her mouth. “You’ll need to be a little wider than that, sweetheart.”
“My sweet girl,” he murmured in between kisses. “My gorgeous, perfect girl.”
“Your cunt is without a doubt, the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted, baby,” he growled. “And since I was such a good boy at my game, and we won, I think I need more of it.”
“But I’m living my best fucking life right now, sweetheart,” he purred as he made his way up my stomach, kissing and licking his way across my skin until finally he was staring down at me.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured, “look at you…taking my big dick so fucking good. Your sweet cunt was made for me. I’m positive about that.”
“You’re going to look at me while I fuck that perfect pussy. I need to make sure you know exactly who’s inside you,”
Besides, I wasn’t going through just my “date’s” purse, I was going through my future wife’s.
“Ummm…I mean, I’ll take the info…but….what are you using a P.I. for?” “Oh Disney….” he purred. He fucking purred.
Ari: Disney aka Dis aka Not Walker Texas Ranger…where the fuck are you? I have news.
My man got nicknames on nicknames
"Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh, buh-buh, buh-buh, buh-buh, buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh." The “Mission Impossible” Theme song blared out of Ari’s phone and I glanced at him with my best “what the fuck” expression. He smirked at me. “Just setting the mood for our secret special spy mission.”
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“I’m like a proud papa, Linc. Look at our boy, just out in the world, blackmailing people like a psychopath,” he gushed as soon as I’d gotten in.
“Mmmh. I’m not a fuckboy at all. Unless we’re role playing in bed and then I can totally be a fuck boy for you. Your wish is my command, baby.”
“Oh! They’re the beads that are on friendship bracelets! I’ve never seen them like this, but I—”
*inhales* *exhales* (whispering) god dammit
"Oh, you think that’s a fucking joke?" he growled, his voice rising to a guttural snarl. "You think you can say that, and I’ll let you get away with it?"
"Let me make one thing clear," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "Olivia is mine. If you ever even think about disrespecting something that’s ‘mine’ again…I'll fucking end you."
“Just be prepared,” he said. “She’ll want to run…and I’d suggest not letting her.”
“That’s how it’s done, Disney. True ‘Circle of Trust’ behavior right there. I mean, you might get suspended for threatening to end someone in a nationally syndicated program…but that is how it’s fucking DONE,” Ari whooped as he skated by.
“Get on your knees,” he suddenly said, in a silky voice. “What?” “Get on your fucking knees, angel.” “Okay,” I whispered as I sank down to the floor. “Good girl,” he said, running a hand down my cheek. “You’re going to open that perfect mouth and suck my dick until my cum is dripping down your face…and after you’ve taken the edge off…I’m going to fuck you. In my jersey. First in your pussy, and then in that perfect ass.”
"Good girl, sweetheart. Suck my cock."
"That's it, baby. Suck my cock. You're gonna swallow every last drop, aren’t you, Olivia?”
“That’s going to be your last name soon, so I suggest you get used to wearing it, angel. Get used to having it on when I fuck that perfect pussy.”
“Don’t take another step, sweetheart,” he rasped. “I want you to crawl the rest of the way to the couch, slip that jersey over that perfect ass so I can watch your pussy as you move.”
“What’s that kid doing?” I muttered, throwing the sandwiches as far as I could behind me when she turned her attention over to where I’d been staring.
“You’re asking Walker about ‘Grandma Airways,’ aren’t you?” Monroe asked innocently. “Grandma Airways?” Blake extended her arms at the plane. “Lincoln and Ari’s answer to making sure that no male or age appropriate female can get near us.” Monroe smirked. “Jokes on Lincoln, I would marry Edna or Mabel in a heartbeat just for their cookies.”
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Walker breathed, smashing his fist against Marco’s face.
“And I know you touched her here, you fuckwad,” Walker seethed, right before he kneed Marco in the dick. Marco screamed and a giggle slipped from my lips.
Word to the wise…passing out onto a hard, tile floor when you’re 6’4 and you weigh 220 pounds…it hurts like fuck when you wake up.
