He turned her into a trembling, moaning mess, and she knew he was damn proud of his actions. She whimpered and tugged on his blonde and brown locks a little hard due to her getting oversensitive and overstimulated. ❝ Okay okay...fuck. ❞ Nattie panted as he kissed the inside of her thighs then climbed up her body with more kisses on her skin. ❝ No...still you. ❞ She disagreed, watching him lie on top of her before pushing his cock inside of her warmth. ❝ Oh... ❞ she moaned along with him, head still reeling from her passing climax.

There was nothing more sexier than watching her come undone before his very eyes. And the sounds she made as well were simply the icing on top of the cake for the Canadian. He leaned toward her ear, nipping playfully at the lobe at the sound of her words. “Don’t fight me on this.” He teased, placing his hand against her side, as he groaned softly. He buried himself deep inside her before thrusting forward slowly and deep.

[SMS / CONTACT: it's over / SENT ]: i wasn't trying to screw with your head. i reached out because there were things left unsaid, not because i wanted to play games. [SMS / CONTACT: it's over / SENT ]: and i figured you'd want your things back instead of me hanging onto them forever. [SMS / CONTACT: it's over / SENT ]: if you're coming tomorrow, that's your choice. just don't come looking for a fight. if we're going to talk, then let's actually talk. [SMS / CONTACT: it's over / SENT ]: i just got tired of pretending none of this ever mattered. maybe talking won't fix anything, but i'd rather have one honest conversation than keep wondering what we never said.

contact: do not reply. (msg --- delivered): sometimes things are better left unsaid. and doors should remain closed. like the one between you and I. (msg --- deleted): I haven't been able to get you out of my head, or the fact that you have such a fucking hold over me. (msg --- delivered): there won't be a fight. you're supposed to be gone, right? (msg --- delivered): I could have lived with that.

TXT : please, tell me you're awake!!!

(msg --- delivered): i just woke up, but yes. i'm awake!! (msg --- delivered): what happened?! should I be sitting down for this.

Since he loved coffee, Colby could literally drink it black and have no compliments. But since she had gone through the trouble of going all out for him with the drizzle, he figured he might as well spice things up with a little milk. He leaned in to kiss her on the cheek before making his way over to the fridge to grab the cartoon of milk. He also brought over the creamer as well in case Mary wanted it for her coffee. “If you ever wanna come through and train my newbies on how to brew a proper cup of joe, just give me a call.” He teased, Colby smirked over at her as he took a long sip, humming in content as he swallowed. He leaned against the counter as he continued to sip away, thoughts of the previous night coming to mind.“So…I wanted to ask you something.” He turned to face her. He could have easily just kept his thoughts to himself, but eventually they would need to have this talk, so why not get it out the way now? “How would you feel about telling Joe about us? I ain’t trying to have him find out from someone else and it be weird as fuck at work.”

TXT: mm, there you go threatening me with a grand time… 😈

CONTACT: QUEEN. [message --- delivered]: I wasn't worried until you told me not to worry. what are you up too? [message --- delivered]: it's a promise. 😉

TXT: you at your room? playing sega??

CONTACT: BECKY. [message --- delivered]: yep. i have a twitch session scheduled in a few hours. [message --- delivered]: plenty of time to have you as dessert first. 😉

He was aware that the higher ups didn’t like it when real names were used, but he saw no problem with that happening when it was just the two of them together. When she mentioned not referring to him by his real name, just like Kyleigh he did a motion with his head to make sure no one was around. He smiled. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them. Relax. It’s just us here.” He chuckled as he returned his attention to the screen. He watched in silence as the opening promos were made. There was part of him that wished he would be used now so he could pack up and leave a little earlier for the night. It would also give Kyleigh the freedom of doing what she wanted as well. Maybe next show. “You wanna join me in catering? I’ve been meaning to try this banaoffee pie everyone’s been raving about.” And by everyone he meant the tiktoks he saw Naomi post before she left for her pregnancy.

The funny thing was, Willow knew all too well about that feeling. She had something similar like that happen to herself with Gabe. It truly made her root for Kyleigh and Swerve even more. “Don’t worry, I’m going to join you as soon as I finish this.” Willow gave the can in her hand a small shake as she watched Kyleigh open the first Buzzball. She had to remember to thank Gabe for even suggesting it. “Yeah, he could have any woman he wants, but he wants you. Usually you can spot the guys who are just after a good time. I’ve never gotten those vibes from him.” She shrugged. “He seems like the type of guy that wants a connection, someone he can really vibe with.” Since she had only seen them from a distance she couldn’t really say for sure if the vibes were there between them. But they had to be, otherwise he wouldn’t have gone out of his way to search her out. “Don’t sell yourself short though, girl. You’re awesome!”

[ SMS / CONTACT: rollins / SENT ]: i’m not shutting you down just to be difficult. i’m protecting myself. [ SMS / CONTACT: rollins / SENT ]: a “chance” isn’t something i can hand over on request anymore. that’s what got me here in the first place. [ SMS / CONTACT: rollins / SENT ]: if you really mean what you’re saying, then you won’t need me to rush. you’ll be able to wait while i figure out what i actually feel. [ SMS / CONTACT: rollins / SENT ]: there's this part of me that wants to desperately say yes because its YOU. but i can't. that’s exactly the part that got me hurt before. [ SMS / CONTACT: rollins / SENT ]: i’m not making decisions based on what you might become.

CONTACT: PAIGE. [message --- delivered]: I don't expect you to just let me back into your life as if nothing has happened. [message --- delivered]: there's a lot of history there and I know I fucked up big time. [message --- delivered]: we don't have to make any decisions now, or hell even tomorrow. [message --- delivered]: but I wanted you to know that you've been on my mind, and I'm more than willing to do whatever it takes to earn your trust again. [message --- delivered]: we can take this slow or however fast you wanna do things. you're worth it.

[ SMS / CONTACT: rollins / SENT ]: i've thought about our conversation a lot. [ SMS / CONTACT: rollins / SENT ]: i kept thinking about everything you said. [ SMS / CONTACT: rollins / SENT ]: and honestly… it scared me because it made me realize how much i care. [ SMS / CONTACT: rollins / SENT ]: i think i was scared because once i admitted how i felt… it would make everything real. but you've been so patient with me. and i don't want to hide anymore. i want to see what happens if we actually give this a chance.

CONTACT: PAIGE. [message --- delivered]: I meant what I said. I'm willing to take things as slow or as fast as you wanna do things. [message --- delivered]: because I care too and your happiness means a lot to me. [message --- delivered]: any chance you're willing to meet up? have this talk face to face?

CONTACT: ZADDY. [message --- delivered]: I just don't wanna dive into this and get attached. [message --- delivered]: you end up changing your mind and leaving me. [message --- delivered]: I would rather end things now before we get in too deep.

[ TEXT MESSAGE ] : honestly, that's not going far enough. lets take his horse and make it our own. that's the prank, we steal them for good.

CONTACT: KRIS. [message ---- delivered]: keep his horse for good? I ain't trying to get arrested! [message ---- delivered]: but it would be so cool to own a horse. what would we name her? [message ---- delivered]: blossom...or maybe buttercup?

[ SMS / CONTACT: big uce / SENT ]: yeah… i said it. im drunk. so what. [ SMS / CONTACT: big uce / SENT ]: don’t sit there acting all disappointed like you ain’t never been a mess before. [ SMS / CONTACT: big uce / SENT ]: i just got handled by oba femi again and now i gotta come back to my phone and get a lecture from you? [ SMS / CONTACT: big uce / SENT ]: “pretend i didn’t see that” — man, save it. [ SMS / CONTACT: big uce / SENT ]: i didn’t text you to hear you bitch, i texted you because i thought you’d get it. but you sound like everybody else right now. maybe i shouldn’t have hit you at all… but don’t act like you’re better than this either, uce.

CONTACT: JEY. [message ---- delivered]: see, now you putting words into my mouth. [message ---- delivered]: and you're taking what I said way too serious. I was actually trying to play around with your ass. but nevermind all that now. [message ---- delivered]: it's one match, it's not the end of the world. [message ---- delivered]: this doesn't define you. just bounce back and go at his big ass harder next time.