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This was life in Winter Ridge apparently. A constant party full of delusional assholes who have nothing better to do than fuck up their heads and bodies, each one trying to outdo the other by how nasty they could be.

Dark eyes held mine as that same hand traveled down to lift my skirt even higher, his fingers exploring the dampness of my panties before flicking them aside. And he didn’t give me any warning before shoving two fingers inside, curling them in just the right way as his thumb rubbed circles over my clit.

“Because nobody touches you, but me. Do you understand that?”

Taking my seat at the back of the class while studiously avoiding the stares and quiet snickers of the students that surrounded me, I settled in my seat and accepted the fact that life in Winter Ridge was about to become a hell of a lot harder.

If anything, that man belonged in a penthouse of some type, sipping champagne while the world revolved around him. Either that, or in a basement somewhere, his hand covering a victim’s mouth, daring them to scream.

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🔪 👠 🔪 . . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC & Loyda . . . 🔪 👠 🔪

I'm ready to play dirty :p
I'll be the stunned one on the left lol!

I never gave him the chance to win me over.

— Bait by Yolanda Olson
(77% of book/100% of story)

I grunt, dig my nails as deep into the wood siding as I can, and keep pulling myself along.

— Bait by Yolanda Olson

My mouth falls open as my breathing becomes labored. I reach down and place a hand firmly against the base of my cock as I keep stroking myself.



— Bait by Yolanda Olson

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🍆❌🍆 . . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . 🍆❌🍆

Hopefully this one is M/Mmm good 😆
I’ll be the one on the left.

As I looked back at my life, I could say it was wonderful.

“Now, ride me.”
With his finger on my clit and my arms wrapped around his neck, I rose over his shaft and dropped as I pressed my lips to his, and I took all of him in.
Every part.

When he separated our bodies, our eyes connected, and his hands went to my face.
It felt so right.
Him.
This.
Us.

I didn’t think I could cry harder.
I didn’t think the tears could drip faster.
But both were happening, and I couldn’t control them.

“It’s so fucking hot that your pussy is molded just to fit me.”
If I wasn’t already pulsing, I would have started. And if I wasn’t already melting, his eyes would have made me.

In this intimate space, as we moved higher in London’s cold black sky, Oliver stared at me with a look I would never forget. It was so strong; I had to remind myself to breathe.

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🔹💔🔹 . . . (F)BR with Twinsie CC, Lo & Liz . . . 🔹💔🔹

Well, this one better hurt me lol!
I'll be the blondie on the left.

“That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. Well, minus the tits comment.”

With the groan of her name and one more thrust, I stopped moving my hips and let go, filling her throat with a never-ending stream. I barely had the strength to pull her to her feet when she was done.

I felt the heat on my face and snatched the box from his hand. “I went through a dry spell. Don’t tell me you’ve never watched porn.”
He grinned. “Of course I have. I just don’t store mine in Disney DVDs.”

“And I never understood the appeal anyway. You don’t even inhale. I always thought they were a kind of phallic symbol men like to flaunt.”
Grant examined his cigar and grinned. “Glad I got the extra-thick Cohiba now.”

“Turns out you’re not my type anyway.”
Ireland narrowed her eyes. “And what exactly is your type?”
“The non-pain-in-the-ass type. Have a good day, Ms. Richardson.”

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🚫 💼 🚫 . . . (F)BR With Loyda . . . 🚫 💼 🚫

I hope they behave highly inappropriately lol!
I'll be the blondie

“Is it time to run away yet?”

What do I do now? Where do I go? How do I move on? So many damn questions, and no answers are forthcoming.

Alain stands in front of her face and lets his fingers dance over the mahogany paddle he is holding. It is thick, heavy and brutal, and a finer weapon of ass destruction I have never seen.

“Have you made any plans to deal with our little problem yet?”
He knows what I mean.    James grimaces. “I haven’t come up with anything unless you count yelling ‘Expelliarmus’ at the top of my lungs and hoping for the best.”

I kiss her back–a long, lingering kiss that tells her what I have no time to say. If our time is up, I need her to know how much I care about her, and I do this by pouring my heart and soul into her lips.

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🔥 💣 🔥 . . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . 🔥 💣 🔥

Hopefully we'll get what we've been waiting for in this one 😛
I'll be the one in shorts

I was glad I’d given her my story.