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“You never cease to amaze me, Baby Girl,” Maddox praises. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you, too, Captain Maddox O’Neil Wilson.”

My hand turns into a fist as all these negative thoughts rush into the pit of my mind.

She won’t love you the way she does Maddox.

You don’t look as chiseled and hot as Maddox does.

Maddox is the captain of Strattonville Vipers.

You’re just the goalie… she won’t possibly want you in the equation.

She won’t love me the same way…

“Now fuck me senseless so we can go get shit-faced, Mary-had-a-little-lamb drunk, and fuck all night.”

I’m ready to leave, but I catch Maddox’s next words.

“With Damien included?”

Damien?

Wait… has Damien made a move?

“As long I get to enjoy you fucking my ass.”

I have to be delusional because I can’t believe Mishka just said those words.

“I’ve been waiting to fuck that pretty ass of yours,” Maddox groans. “But right now, it’s time to fuck your precious pussy, Baby Girl.”

The two of them groan in unison, and I bet Maddox’s cock is base deep in Mishka’s hot pussy.

“Hold on, Baby Girl,” Maddox grunts. “This is going to be an exhilarating ride.”

“Fuck, I’ll hold on if you fuck me this deeply,” she groans.

“Oh, Baby Girl, you know I can do that and more,” he assures her, and I bet she knows exactly what Maddox is capable of. “Now let me hear you moan.”

“Someone can— Oh fuck!!” she moans.

I dare to peek and see Maddox has her completely pinned with his muscled body against the wooden surface of the outstretched bench. His ass moves with his deep thrusts leaving, our Heartbreaker Queen moaning for more.

I need to go.

I should leave and not watch a second round of their love affair, yet I can peel my eyes away.

I can’t stop my hand from moving up and down my hard shaft. Just watching them fuck is so damn mesmerizing. It’s better than HD porn. There are not enough words in the dictionary to describe how magnetizing and sensational it is to watch them get lost in one another.

These two always possessed the power to make the whole room realize the immense intensity of love they shared without even trying. When they say everyone has a destined soul mate in this world, Maddox and Mikayla are exactly that.

Destined lovers.

Who don’t need me in the equation…

“You’d love for someone to hear you moan as I fuck you senseless, Baby Girl,” Maddox taunts, then sucks her earlobe as he picks up the pace. “It would make your fucking day to be seen. To be heard. Wouldn’t it, Baby Girl?”

“I… fuck… there… shit!” she gasps, and I can see the way she’s trying to wiggle. “So deep, Maddox! I… fuck…”

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