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by
Angel Lawson
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May 26 - June 2, 2023
“No, of course not. But I bet you've thought about it, haven't you? How it'd feel to have a guy's tongue on you, right here.”
“It'd be wet and warm. You'd feel his breaths, the sounds he'd m...
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“You see, Rosilocks, the only thing we really get out of this is you,”
“Your sweet lips. Your pink cheeks. Your smooth legs and perfect tits.
If you want to know t...
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“nothing has ever made me harder than watching him fuck you bloo...
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“I wonder how it’s going to feel, putting a piece of myself into you...”
“Good girl,”
“Baby, you’ve already lost.”
I hear the crack, the best fucking sound in the world–other than my name on a woman’s lips as she’s coming her brains out–and
They’re wondering what one of their own looks like after a stint behind bars.
Jacked, is the answer.
The couple of guys who take the bait, flicking their eyes over Wick’s perfect form, are asking themselves that sly inner question: do they want to fuck him, or do they want to be him?
Wicker is a little something I like to call fuck-sexual.
His dick is an equal opportunity lender.
Wicker’s libido is Ellis fucking Island. Give him your tired, your poor...
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He’ll fuck their br...
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We were molded to hurt, cut, and deceive, but no matter how much Father hoped it’d be against each other, it never has been.
We made that pact years ago. In blood. In darkness. In agony.
We’re a Cerberus–three heads,...
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Jesus, I thought I was hard when she was touching me, but that was nothing compared to watching her swallow my spit.
A girl needs to know what she’s getting, right?
That video was a goddamn work of art.
“That’s right, come to me,”
“I already told you, all I want is for you to sit.”
“Just like I did for all that time in prison.”
“Take it,” I rumble, giving her every drop of my seed. Pumping her full of me. Leaving a part of myself inside her–maybe for the next nine months.
Nothing looks as fuckable to these three as my own goddamn misery.
I swing the frying pan with all my strength, whacking it right into her jaw.
“Ask me if I’m serious.”
“This is our pussy.”
power. I belong to him, and he wants everyone to know it–most of all me.
“This is for standing up for your Prince.”
“What do you say, Princess?”
“Thank you?”
“Good girl.”
His body is a masterpiece.
Whitaker Ashby is a man on a mission.
He’s a maleficent force, hovering over me, body so big he could crush me under his weight.
“The sooner we get you knocked up, the sooner all of this can end.”
My dick’s been known to reduce women to that before.
I never got Forsyth’s hard-on for virgins.
There’s nothing fun about having to walk a woman through every step of her own pleasure.
Give me a whore ...
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“The next time I taste one of my brothers instead of your delicious cunt, I’m not going to be so gentle.”
the thought that she’s going to get hours to prepare herself for the next time I grace her with the privilege of milking my dick.
know that he wishes it’d get harder–that he could have just a taste of what Pace and I have gotten, because our Princess?
Her pussy is fucking divine.
The Purple Palace could never be a real home. It’s too big. Too cold. Too full of everyone else’s shit.
But that’s not in my blood. My blood–Baron blood–is rootless.
