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Faris' voice dropped at least three octaves—"you smell like a snack, a high, a drink, and a fuck all in one." Then my deranged brother proceeded to stick his tongue out and lick Bram's lip which was conveniently less than an inch from his face.
"Take my boxers off, baby. My cock is aching for your touch," I groaned, palming myself through the thin fabric.
"I love the taste of my cock on your tongue." "You're such a filthy talker," Saige praised, clearly loving it. "Yes, I am. Now suck Cam's cock, I want to watch."
My storm mage, my protector, daddy, friend... I felt nothing but immense and endless love for him as he spilled himself deep inside of my womb. My greedy pussy squeezed him like a vice, all his delicious piercings providing amazing stimulation. “Jesuuuuus,”
"Baby girl, I love you," Cam murmured, dropping chaste kisses up my spine. "I love you too, Daddy,"
"You like that, sweetheart? Seeing your Alpha cleaning up your Daddy's cum with his tongue?" Fischer asked,
"Don't you realize what you did? You took the life from the earth and put it into your man. Mother nature was in tune with your pain, your loss, and your heartbreak. She came to your aid when you needed it most and sacrificed some of her own children to give you your love back. You are the embodiment of green witchcraft, child. Selfless, pure, loving..."
I slid my back up and down the bricks of the fireplace. By the sun, that feels really abrasive and slightly painful and... this might be my favorite texture yet.
How does a man even become that fucking big? He's like a tower of muscley man meat made for destruction and fucking. I can get the attraction. Jesus, his thighs are like gods damn tree trunks. My eyes traveled up to his arms that were straining against the sleeves of his t-shirt. Those are also like tree trunks, younger trees, but still. Maybe he's part tree. I bet his cock...
“Are you serious right now, man?” I glanced at Cam and continued slipping my fingers through the best texture I’d felt yet. Shiny, glittery, sparkly hair. “What? You have a lap that would turn Santa into an envious little elf. There’s a lot of ass space here. Don’t be stingy, it’s rude.”
"Bram, I want an eggplant suite."
“I see you eyeing my goodies, big daddy. These babies are mine.” Faris hugged his snack to his chest.
"That whore"—he pointed at Red—"isn't yours!" he screamed, looking utterly possessed. "You're right," I replied and heard a soft whimper from Red. "I'm hers."
I watched in horror as Sloane shoved Bryce's bloody cock down his throat. He'd ripped his dick off. Ripped. His. Dick. Off.
Sloane Sullivan was desire and passion; he was anger and fire. Everything I felt for the mage was larger than life, just like him.
"I've never made love to someone before,"
"Congratulations, Sloaney. You’ve been upgraded from basic peen to a knotty peen."
Miranda is a beast.
