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Kingston’s hiding something from me—several somethings—and until I know what that is, I can't possibly consider trusting him, let alone having any relationship with him.
“Really? Kingston, I’m a girl. I know ‘fine’ never actually means fine.”
“It’s morning wood; it’ll go away eventually. Just ignore it.” “Easy for you to say,” I mutter. “You’re not the one with a dick nestled in your ass.” “Shh...” Kingston whispers. “Less talky, more sleepy.”
“I wouldn’t think the great Kingston Davenport would give a shit about some old sign.” “I don’t,” he agrees. “But I want a picture anyway, so shut the fuck up and smile at the camera.”
One time, I called it a weird-ass door, and Kingston acted like a big baby, saying they were dihedral synchro-blah-blah-something doors. The boy is really sensitive about his car.
“I wouldn’t put it past him to take the shirt off his own body to cover you up from wandering eyes.”
And trust me, they got a mouthful from me about circulating that video and those pictures. I actually slapped my brother across the face and kneed him in the balls.”
“Well, I hadn't seen their boobs, and I was perfectly happy keeping it that way!”
“Besides, the thought of you in a poly relationship, with another guy no less, is a joke. It doesn’t mesh with that whole caveman thing you’ve got going on.”
I actually hate this for Benny. I think it’s fucked up to keep leading him on knowing you are going to choose one and it’s not him.
That cheating slut doesn't deserve the honor of being my wife.
Jesus fuck he’s disgusting. He just talked about fucking an 18 year old girl WITH his son
“Afraid not. When my source questioned it, her supervisor feigned complete ignorance—said she must have been mistaken. The only prints or DNA evidence they have on record belong to you and Jasmine.” John clears his throat. “Somebody with money and influence is definitely involved, Kingston. Who do you know that fits that description?”
His and hers… don’t tell me they’re going to try and frame Kingston if he doesn’t get back with that bitch Peyton.
“Princess, if Davenport here wants to suck my cock, no need for the liquor. He just needs to tell me I’m pretty, and I’ll happily whip it out for him.”
Kingston instantly shields me with his body, so I have to peek over his shoulder to see Bentley. "What the fuck, man? Ever hear of a thing called privacy?" Bentley scoffs. “First of all, you left the goddamn door open. Again. And we could easily hear you because you’re right across the hall. Secondly, I’m beginning to think one or both of you has some kind of freaky bathroom fetish. Third, it’s my fucking house.”
Bentley grins. "I don't know, man, it seems like our girl here might want me to stick around."
Fuck i want so badly for them to fuck. But I don’t want Benny to get led on anymore.
“That rule doesn’t apply when I’m the one saying it.”
“I can’t wait to be inside of you,” Kingston whispers as he presses his erection into my back. “To prove that no matter how good you feel right now, I’m the only man who owns that pussy. My dick is the only one you want. But you already know that, don’t you?”
Ho-ly fuck. I groan, firmly grabbing her hips. “Hold up a sec.” Jazz whimpers. “Kingston, I can’t. I need to move.” “Just give me a second,” I choke out.
“After what I just witnessed, it seems a lot better than fine. You know, before you came around, Davenport had a pretty strict anti-PDA policy. Nowadays...not so much.”
"Cute undies, bro," Bentley remarks, holding up a pinky. "Although they don't do much to conceal your little problem.”
At school, not a single person has messed with me, verbally or otherwise, which I have to admit, is as odd as it is refreshing.
Is this not exactly what happened right before you got ya know… almost killed?
“For one, he’s really into spanking. Like, bend you over his knee and redden your bare ass kind of spanking.”
When did I become the guy who does something like this? I'm touching a nearly naked, stunning woman, and my lips are on her fucking temple. Jazz brings out a side in me that quite frankly, I didn’t know existed.
I shove my underwear down just enough
Why does it seem like this man is never fully naked when they fuck… wtf
“I don’t think it’s just about money, Jazz.” My brows furrow. “What do you mean?”
He made her keep on a wig that is like YOUR hair and then straight up told her he was imagining someone else!? wtf do you think it means!?!
“Baby girl, Daddy Davenport wants the money, sure, but he also wants...you.”
He swallows hard. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”
And I hope he actually does.
