broke gilr with 3 powerful mates

i want my mate

Carl's POV

Six beautiful girls, naked and with their asses up in a circle.

Six men kneel in the outer circle, pants down, swollen s*x organs against the women's cunts, just waiting for the command to launch a violent assault. The prescribed rotation time is ten minutes.

When the time is up, the men switch to the next woman in a clockwise direction. Whoever cums first loses. "come on, Carl, you are really a genius. but you must join us next time, i will definitively beat you."

i laughed a little and wrapped my arms around my chest.

The next second it occurred to me that the gesture dripped too much disgust and defensiveness.

I couldn't let the client see through what I was really thinking.

Naturally, I reached for a glass of colorful wine and took a sip of the 1982 General Thunder, a fruity wine that tasted of sunshine, raindrops, grapes and breeze.

It reminds me, of those only happy times. I transformed into a wolf, with my siblings, and spread out in a line to sunbathe.

With the sun shining warmly on my fur, I always managed to fall asleep.

When dazed I can see Mom with a comb, brushing Fank's fur. Servant with a towel, massaging Kate's legs.

When the sun was done, we would have a race. To see who could run to the boundary line the fastest and whose howl would scare off more enemies ......

I would often win, and Frank would always be so angry that he would point his butt at me and not say a word for half a day, while Kate would jump up and down with joy and say I was the best at "Blue moon".

Those memories were filled with sunshine, raindrops, grapes and breeze. But ever since I turned 18, was evicted by my mom and rejected by MATE, I don't want to think about it anymore.

They didn't want me, and I didn't want them.

I came back to my senses, put down the wine, and watched the s*x marathon in progress.

Four guys had c*m and gotten out so far, leaving 2 more fighting to seemingly continue.

All those women still had the last man's contraption in their bodies, and when the next man went in, it was tantamount to having an indirect intimate contact with the man in front of them.

I invented this game.

It's exciting and disgusting.

How do they play on?

I despised these beasts, even if I was one of them.

I turned away, not bothering to look at the disgusting scene again.

On stage, Bella hooked her lips in a smile, reached down and removed the rose covering her v****a and casually tossed it offstage, prompting a roar of approval from the entire audience.

She wasn't the most beautiful or sexy of my staff, but she was the boldest and most open-minded.

It was late at night and I was getting ready to drive home after taking care of work.

I had just started the car when she came out of nowhere, took off her coat to reveal a set of black lace lingerie, jumped on the front of the car and did a sexually suggestive dance.

By the time it was over my car was crystal clear and full of her lust.

My wolf Sebastian was simply furious, he walked around in my head constantly growling, "This is one of my favorite cars, THAT b***h soiled it."

I laughed at it.

A wench delivered to my door, not for nothing, not to mention I could avenge my wolf.

I f****d her that night, f****d her to tears not to mention that the next day her voice was muffled, her v****a swollen and she was walking around squirming like hell.

After that, I ordered that Bella would never be allowed near me again, and more importantly, no one would be allowed near my garage.

I don't want to be hounded by women every day and I don't want to throw cars anymore, they are much more important than women.

Let's hope Bella wins this time, or losing the title of queen, she might get her own ideas again.

Suddenly, a strong wave of emptiness and despondency, hit me.I have single-handedly built this pin-up, but I can't fit in, and even it has made me more conscious that I am all alone in this world.

No one loved me, cared for me, understood me.

My wolf sensed my spewing crankiness, "hey, let's go racing, or go for a run in a national park."

I nod my head.

Turning around, I head out.

The elevator door opens and my right foot steps in, but a heavenly girl comes from behind me.

I turned to see a long-haired, cool woman, standing in the middle of the light, eyes closed, humming softly.

Her voice, like heavenly music. If anything, it was like a wisp of smoke that lingered in the ears and tickled the heart.

But upon reaction, he realized that it was clearly the voice of a sea banshee, summoning the monstrous waters that drowned all.

Sink, sink

listen to the deep-hearted woman who speaks alone of the hurt of love that all the world has experienced.

I couldn't help but slap the goose bumps on my arms, "Oh my God, who is this girl?"

Nate, my beloved and chief bodyguard, understood and immediately arranged for the manager to report the information.

I gazed deeply at this woman and just wanted her to be that nightingale from the fairy tale, standing guard at my bedside and singing on and on, without stopping.

My nightingale, had more surprises in store for me.

A man attempted to touch her and she actually raised the microphone and slammed it down hard.

omg, my c**k got hard in an instant.

I've seen hot and fierce women, I've seen sexy and provocative ones, but never one with eyes like hers, eyes so brutal and imposing that you can't help but submit and kiss her toes.

My wolf got excited too, "This chick is good, fast and accurate, I want to compete with her."

I didn't bother with the stupid wolf, I just focused on my nightingale.

She sat on the swing, like a swan, tilting her long, good-looking neck, and her slender body's also tilted back, her white legs wrapped around the silk cloth in a smooth manner.

The black silk cloth wrapped around her, her breasts full, her slender waist a handful to pinch, and the hips perfect as a peach, tempting one to just go up and take a bite.

Nowhere was it perfect, nowhere was it erotic, nowhere was it artistic.

Fuck, I'm so jealous of that black silk cloth. Her beautiful song continued, and I felt that she was singing it just for me.

She was my poison, and even if it was fatal, I would taste her every second.

It was in that moment that I decided I must have her.Sebastian panicked, "calm down ,man. our mate is not supposed to be like this"

"what is it supposed to be like then?" "Innocent pure and wonderful, you must be holding back hard to like this powerful girl.

"My wolf and I are really two sides of the same coin, so different in our preferences for women.

innocent pure and wonderful little she-wolf, so damn boring and not worthy of me at all.

"And you just tried to compete with her?" "Yeah, just a competition, not banging her, okay?"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes when my phone rang, it was a survey from Nate. Very simple.

Cush, 25 years old, life is simple.

Went to school, graduated, worked as an independent director afterwards, very extensive portfolio, porn, pure romance, documentaries, I even saw one or two well known BL films.

I couldn't help but grimace, my women are so not picky, they shoot anything as long as they are paid.

It was a short page and I was done in two minutes.

This one was clean, but she was too clean.

A person grows up meeting countless people and countless things happen.

Life should be like a big, heavily forked tree, investigated with enough information to fill several file folders. Instead, her profile was like a dummy, with only the main trunk normal and the branches incredibly sparse and worthless.

With such a familiar modus operandi, could she be an undercover police agent? Heh, that's interesting.

Lillian was sent in undercover earlier and ended up in partner Jack's bed.

One piece of evidence didn't check out, and Jack ended up eating it all up, and now the baby's on the way.

To be fair, the police gave him another big gift?

I couldn't help but lick my lips,

if that was the case, I'd take this gift. "hey," I turned my head and smiled, hooking my hand, "Let's play a bet"

"A bet, on what?"

"Cush."