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“Are we in trouble, firefighter?”
I understood her meaning. Because I could read her, and she could read me, and neither one of us wanted to do much else besides figure each other out.
“Not yet,” I said quietly. “But we’re getting there.”

“Now that you mention it, what is that heavenly smell?”
“Food truck fries.”
“That sounds…interesting,” she said dubiously. 

And behind them jogged a middle-aged man with his own now solemn, now amiable, thoughts.

"Someone's inside."    
The boys half rose, bleating in the backs of their mouths.    
Charles Halloway waited, then said one word, softly:    
"Hide."

Lightning unravelled itself over the sweated outflung boys, delivered flame to the silent horse stampede to light their way around, around with the figure lying on the platform no longer a boy but a man, no longer a man but more than a man and even more and even more, much more than that, around, around.

I'm never going to own anything can hurt me.'    
'You going to collect rocks, Jim? No, some day, you've got to be hurt.'

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🎠💀🎠. . . (F)BR with Twinsie CC . . . 🎠💀🎠

Let's see what's lurking at the carnival!
I'll be the one in blue.

Because it’s childish to believe in a fairy-tales…until suddenly you’re starring in one.

I can no longer see, but I can still feel my blood pounding hot through my veins, and I can still hear the strange, irritating mechanical noise, though it’s quickly drowned out by something much louder.
The high, wavering sound of my scream.

He fucks me from behind and slaps my pussy, kissing me hard, holding me tight, until I’m moaning into his mouth, desperate for release.

She doesn’t care what she looks like, arching in ecstasy as he works his hand between her spread legs. She doesn’t care what anyone might think, seeing her so exposed.

He kisses me with a fierce desperation that takes my breath away. With one arm wrapped around my back and a hand gripped around my jaw, he eats me with kisses, his mouth hard and demanding, until I’m shaking and making soft noises of need low in my throat.

He knows full well why I ran away. It’s written all over his face. In the knowing heat in his eyes. In the way he’s moistening his full lips again and good God why does he keep doing that?

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✖️🔹✖️. . . (F)BR with Twinsie CC . . .✖️🔹✖️

Let’s go find that perfect stranger 😆
I’ll be the one in red.

“What are the odds she decides to poison me?”

Oh gods, I really am falling in love with this man. I close my eyes and a single tear slips free.

“Hmmm.” She leans forward and runs a critical eye over me. “I really don’t understand why you chose her. Literally any of the other Dimitriou daughters would be better, even the feral one. She’s…” She laughs, low and throaty. “Well, look at her.”

“Touch me.”
“I am touching you.” His voice is lower than I’ve heard it yet, rough and tight. “Or do you mean touch you like this?” He moves, bracketing my throat with one hand and sliding his other down to palm my pussy. I’ve never felt so owned in my life. I’ve never looked so owned.

He nips my bottom lip, sharp enough to draw a gasp from me, and he promptly takes advantage of the opening to slip his tongue into my mouth.

“Don’t bother trying to appeal to my humanity. I have none.”

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⚡️💗⚡️. . . (F)BR with Twinsie CC . . . ⚡️💗⚡️

Maybe there will be electroplay? 😆
I’ll be the one in the dress.

“Make it go away,” he exhaled.
I rose up, feeling him slide almost out of me, until only the tip remained inside, and then I slammed myself back down.

–Make Me Yours by Claire C. Riley. 86% of book, 100% of story

She headed back to the door and the image of me grabbing a handful of that pretty blond hair of hers and smashing her head into the door came to my mind so clear and true that it was practically a memory.

–Make Me Yours by Claire C. Riley

“Usually, my presence alone is terrifying enough.”

The vines raged, and a new sort of terror gripped her— the terror of imminent drowning. Skelly was killing her.

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🌷🕊🌷. . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . 🌷🕊🌷

Let’s be birdies for this one lol!
I’ll be the one in orange.

“You deserve it.”

I lap my tongue up the length of him, and he groans nice and loud, but he doesn’t fuck my face to take control. He lets me play how I want to, flicking my tongue up and down as my hand works his veined shaft.

“If you’re not gonna scream for cock, how about you scream for fist?”

I watch Ant driving in silence , questioning how well I truly know the man I’m in love with.