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“Stay away from that one, kid. She’s toxic.”
💀💀
Dean is a manwhore. Chicks love Dean. Allie is a chick. Ergo, Dean slept with Allie.
“Dean is a man whore.” This is where I fell for Tuck
“Not a chance. That’s Sabrina, bro. She already busts my balls in class on a daily basis. I don’t need her busting them outside of school.”
“Wait, that’s Sabrina?”
That’s the moment tuck fell in love 💀
gorgeous, goddamn, and smoke show.
Go nuts. But I’m warning you, that bitch will eat you alive.” I avert my face to hide a grin. Sounds like someone may have turned Dean down.
She’s an Angel🤭♥️
spark of heat lights her gaze—that is until it falls on Dean. Immediately, her lush lips thin and she jerks up her middle finger in our direction.
“I’m not sleeping with you because you bought me a drink,” she says over the rim. “I hope not,” I reply with a shrug. “I have higher standards than that.”
Her chin juts out adorably. I’d pinch it, but I think I’d lose a few fingers
This is how I want people to think of me. Like pls stay tf away
“He didn’t say anything about that. Only that you liked to bust his balls. But we both know that Dean’s ego can withstand a blow now and again.
“Just because you’re pretty doesn’t mean I’m interested.”
“A guy’s gotta start somewhere.”
“I’m Sabrina James. I’ve heard all the jokes about being a witch,
It’s baby steps with this one.
“And, no. I don’t see myself having kids or a husband in the near future.
Ur actually seeing him rn right infront of u but pop off
Dean’s a fool. This girl is as sweet as they come. I can’t wait to get my mouth on her.
Outside, it’s still pouring. I pull Sabrina close and raise my black-and-silver hockey jacket over her head. Fortunately, my truck is nearby.
“Let’s do it here,” she says decisively. I frown. “In the truck?” “Why not? Do you need candles and rose petals? It’s just sex,” she insists. “Darlin’, you keep saying that and I’m going to start wondering if it’s really me you want to convince.”
“But fine. You want to do me in this truck, then the truck it is.”
“Want to do me.” I DO WANT TO DO YOU
“You got any guidelines for your just-sex hookups?” I drawl. “Like no kissing on the lips?” “Hell, no. Do I look like Julia Roberts?” I scrunch up my eyebrows. “Pretty Woman?” she prompts. “Hooker with the heart of gold? No kissing the johns?” I grin. “So what you’re saying is that you’ll kiss this John?” I tap my chest so she knows I’m referring to my name and not implying that she’s a hooker. She snickers. “If you don’t kiss me, I’ll be pissed. I need kissing. Otherwise I’d just stay at home with my vibe.”
Sweet Jesus, that accent.
Ikr
I love that he’s just sitting there, instructing me to take what I need. As if his big cock exists just for me.
“Where?” I ask coyly, which is weird, because I’m never coy.
I run my fingertips across his beard, from one side of his jaw to the other. “Soft,” I murmur.
His eyes darken and grow so full of lust that it’s hard to breathe. And then he grabs me, tired of waiting and tired of talking.
I mean, tall, hot, dark auburn hair, scruffy beard? Why did I even hesitate?
He’s good at this. He knows how deep to suck, how hard to bite, how tender to kiss, and despite the rod in his pants, he acts like
Oh God, muscle alert. Lots and lots of tight, smooth, rippled muscles glide beneath my palms. Gotta love athletes.
“Is that right?”
“I know.” He looks smug. “I hate to tell you this, Sabrina. But you’ve made a big mistake.”
“Because I’m going to ruin you for all future guys. I apologize in advance.”
I see no lies
He’s just a guy. A normal guy, I remind myself. One dick and two balls. This is nothing special.
“C’mere and ride my face. I need more of that.”
“because I’m going to make you come again.”
“You’re so fucking cocky.”
“No. I’m sure. And so are you. Now gimme that sweet pussy a...
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Sex with Tucker is dirtier and hotter than I thought it would be. He doesn’t look like he’d be this way, but ...
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“I’m walking you to your car.”
He could go another round, easy.
He fucked me that good and he didn’t even take his boots off?
💀💀slay daddy
“Thought you had a cocktail party.” A smirk forms. “Looks like you were on the menu.”
Her: But she’s hotter than EVERYONE. So I guess I can’t be mad? Why are you asking about her?
I’m an intelligent person,
Yes slay confidence let’s go
There’s really no reason for a person to use the word parsimonious when they can just say frugal—unless they’re a total douche, of course.
“W-what are you doing here?” Oh my God. I’m stuttering. What’s wrong with me?
do. I want to throw myself at this guy, wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, and maul him with my mouth.
“I blocked you.” Rather than look offended, he chuckles. “Yeah. I figured you might’ve. That’s why I tracked you down.”
I grit my teeth and decide that the moment I pass the bar, my first order of legal business will be suing this stupid college.
“That’s supposed to make me feel better? The reminder that you’re a privileged jackass who gets special treatment because you skate around on the ice and win trophies?”
The thought of Tucker talking to Dean Di Laurentis about me makes my skin crawl.
