Cheryl, ever a stubborn girl, continued to walk towards him. She looked even more delightful than she did in clothes. She had a body shaped like a pear. Thick thighs, round ass and a small waist. Her pussy was nicely trimmed, glistening with her juice that indicated she was wet for him. Her tit's were round, handsized and her nipples reddened and hard. His dick had gotten hard immediately at the sight. Her skin was smooth, porcelain and soft. He wanted to get lost while kissing every inch. No, he wanted to do more. But he knew he couldn't go past what they had both done. "You...you need to wear your clothes, Cheryl."The way he said her name, like a prayer. Like a chant. "But that won't be fair, would it?" She asked and George didn't know how to answer. Somehow, it seemed wrong but their bodies seemed to be in agreement that they belonged together in bed. "I'm in need just as much as you are." George knew what she meant and so decided after that night, there would be no such thi
Cheryl tried very hard to take her mind off the yelling, the banging of things and the headache it brought. But she couldn't. If she didn't stop this, they would keep on till she finished her few days vacation at home. She had taken a shower and changed into her pyjamas when she walked down the stairs to see if she could get some food.There was no cooked food. The fridge had little ingredients and the pantry was almost empty. Only cans of peas and corns rolled over. "Did anyone even bothered to go grocery shopping since I went to school?" She mumbled as she grabbed the half-used ham in the refrigerator and some bread. "Don't tell me that, you selfish beast. You have taken everything from us. Everything!" Her mom said, flailing her arms as she spoke. She always said they were no match for each other. Her dad was hardheaded while her mother wouldn't take nonsense for an answer. Both of them loved standing on business. So if she wanted to sleep peacefully tonight, someone sane had to
The taxi stopped right in front of the Carter's house. Cheryl texted Vanessa that she was at the gate and within a minute, her friend had shown up at the entrance. "Hey, girl." The two girls hugged as if they hadn't seen in each other years. Technically, since they got admitted into college, they both were engrossed in their personal life. While Cheryl was studying Creative Arts and dancing as a hobby, Vanessa was a student of Architecture who loved traveling and shopping. She also was a hopeless romantic who would find a guy one day and spend the night in his place the next. This was something Cheryl would always chide her for. She couldn't blame the guys for swarming Vanessa though. She was pretty and an absolute beauty. Standing at 5'9", she had a slim hourglass figure with long slender legs. Her skin was olive toned, her hair blonde and her eyes were hazel colored just like her dad's. She also had a one sided dimple on her cheek that gave more allure to her facial features.As
Contrary to what she expected, her parents were quite dismissive about where she went. She had packed her bags and grabbed some money to catch a bus. "I'll be at Vanessa's house tonight, mom. Try not to worry." Cheryl moved close to her brooding mom and planted a kiss on her forehead. The older woman simply patted her arm and went back to thinking. Cheryl wished there was anything she could do to ease her worries but knowing her father, talking to him so he'd stop selling their things to pay his debt would be useless. All she needed to do was observe. Finally leaving the house, a wave of imagination began to play in her mind. She couldn't wait to get to the party and see George be attractive as hell in his tailored suit and tie. He would be the highlight of the night.Vanessa had said that night would be to get a boyfriend for her. If only she knew that the only person she wanted was her dad. George Carter.The bus pulled to a stop and Cheryl hurried her way through the estate to t
He pressed his hand over her mouth to stop her from shouting. He had been going up and down trying to make the party a success that when he was done, all he needed was to be in a quiet space. The kitchen seemed to offer that, and he'd been enjoying it until she came in. The moonlight was the only source of illumination that helped Cheryl identify this unknown figure. Knowing it was George eased her a bit that she didn't know when she wrapped her arms around him. He caressed her head."Where have you been?" She asked softly, looking up into his eyes. "I missed you."They were about to kiss when the sound of overlapping conversation and laughter traveled through the house. Some people were heading towards the kitchen.Cheryl quickly turned towards the switch and turned on the light only to realize George was no longer in the kitchen. Some girls led by Vanessa tobbled into the kitchen, and as soon as her friend saw her, she became concerned."Darren told me you left him. Why? Don't you
The morning was peaceful for them both. The birds chirping softly, the trees swaying to the morning breeze and the warmth of the sun kissing the face of a beautiful woman beside him. Despite the smudged makeup on her face that he knew was as a result of last night, he couldn't help admiring her. He kissed her lightly on the lips and that made her stir awake."Good morning, sugar." His deep voice vibrated through her ears like sweet music.Cheryl smiled up at him as she responded. "Morning, George." "How do you feel?" He asked, genuinely out of concern and she scrunched up her nose in response."I feel like I've been split in half." His face fell as he gathered her in his arms. "I'm so sorry."Cheryl laughed in his chest, regretting it almost immediately as the movement reminded her of the ache in between her legs. Considering how they had only had sex once, it was still the best for her. She had reached climax for the first time and this only made her want more.Before she could sto
As soon as he heard the last car zoom off, George let his fork clatter on the plate, his lips pressed together. Cheryl looked at him, his hands clasped together in a pressured manner. He looked like he wanted to kill someone with his bare hands, and judging from how large they were, he wouldn't need much time and energy to drain the life out of fucking Darren."Are you fine?" The question seemed to have triggered him as he glared at her, his jaws clenched."I saw the way he looked at you, Cheryl. I saw him kiss you...""It was just a light kiss.""And I heard how Vanessa said you both were together last night." He leaned back in his seat, the action making her pussy clench with want that she crossed her legs together. "Tell me, Cheryl. How do I punish you for talking to other boys when you're already mine?"Was this his way of acknowledging that their sexual adventure wasn't going to be a one time thing?She started to take off her shirt as she responded, all sense of fear eluding he
George watched as she came undone, screaming alongside it. Goddamn it, the girl was a squirter. A flooding one at that. He forced himself not to smile as he pulled the strands of hair off her face. Her eyes were still shut tightly, her lips slightly parted to give way for the sharp burst of air that was passing through. With a soft caress of his hand on her cheek, he muttered, "Since you disobeyed me, I'm afraid I have to give you this next punishment."He took a step backwards as if to admire his work of art before giving out orders. "Turn around and arch your back for me."She quickly did as told, excitement still coursing her body so hard she felt like her limbs would give out. But soon, she was on all fours, the top of her body being lower than the rest. George kept admiring her figure. The slimmer waist and her large round buttocks that wiggled like soft balloon filled with water. Before she could catch her breath, he had landed a slap on one cheek. She sucked in a sharp gasp,
Derrick laughed and hiccupped. He was about to grab the bottle, but Carson stopped him . “That’s enough drink for you for today, Derrick. I'm not about to carry you home after you fell asleep drunk in a bar.” Derrick chuckled and hiccupped again. “But I'm not drunk yet.” “You are drunk as fuck, girl,” said Laura. “So what about you, Carson? How was your week, and how are your clients holding?” Laura asked. The Sancfrost bar was their haven. A place where they could rant about their issues like they would love to at work. Carson leaned closer to gossip with his friends when a dark and familiar shadow fell over their table. "Carson, still hiding in the corner with the good girls?" a deep voice drawled, every word dripping with mockery. Carson took a long, deep breath, mentally preparing herself before turning around. There he was, Paul Chase, one of his ex-boyfriends, every bit as infuriating as the last time they met. He wore a crisp black suit, the tailored fabric doing lit
Pushing him down, Raymond looked at his face. He looked at him, hazy He pushed his tongue between his buttcheeks , pulling them apart with his hands. Carson moaned and threw his head back in pleasure. He loved his reactions. Raymond licked up and down his ass, savoring the salty taste of her. He brought his tongue to his clenching asshole and thrust it inside of her. "Oh god, yes, fill me up,” he moaned above him. He kept pushing his tongue in and out of his wet hole, twirling it around inside of him. Raymond felt Carson’s hand lowering to his hard cock. He grabbed his hand and forced it aside. "You do not touch what is mine without permission, babe." He whimpered from the loss of contact, but he saw his ass clench when he made that action. Raymond stood up and took his pants and underwear off, letting his hard cock spring free and smack his stomach. “I want you to suck my hard cock and get it nice and wet for your ass, babe,” he purred out to Carson . Carson leaned
But Carson had other plans. He took Raymond's hand, his eyes locked on his father's. "Actually, Dad, I'm not letting Raymond go. Not as my bodyguard, but as my boyfriend." His father's expression turned stern, but Carson stood his ground. "We love each other, Dad. And I'm happy." The tension between them was palpable, but eventually, his father relented. "Fine, but you need to be careful. I just want what's best for you, Carson." Carson smiled, feeling a sense of freedom. "I know, Dad. And what's best for me is Raymond." As the days passed, Carson's father grew more accepting of their relationship. He even saw the benefits of having a boyfriend who was also a skilled protector. Carson's college graduation day arrived, and Raymond was there to support him. Sophia, Carson's drag queen best friend, was also in attenPaulce. As Carson collected his accolades, Sophia and Raymond chatted for the first time. Sophia grinned at Raymond. "Carson told me a lot about you. I have to say, I w
Raymond looked in shock. “Do you carry that everywhere?” “Sometimes,” said Carson, handing the toy to Raymond . “Let’s use this. You are injured and I can’t let your stitches come apart. Raymond collected the toy, reached out and squeezed Carson’s waist, leaning in to kiss him. he kissed him back. They kissed until Raymond had his hands on Carson’s chest, squeezing his chest which he bent down to suck afterward. “You’re so hot Carson ,” he said Carson blushed furiously at his words. “You think I’m hot?” “Yeah,” Raymond said, his eyes on Carson’s neck. “I’m gonna fuck your brains out now Carson , ya know that?” Raymond said, licking his lips. Carson seemed shocked at Raymond’s words. Since when did the sweet Raymond sound so dominant? But…but… he loved it. “Yes Daddy,” Carson said coquettishly, fluttering his eyelashes seductively at Raymond. Raymond massaged Carson’s body, his hands trailing about his moist body. he squeezed his ass and kis
“I know,” he said softly. “I didn’t respond because I was trying to pretend I could keep my distance. That I could do my job and protect you without letting myself feel it.” He exhaled hard, then leaned in closer, forehead nearly touching Carson’s. “But when I saw you on the ground… none of that mattered. All I could think was, please don’t let him die before I get the chance to say it back.” Carson didn’t say a word. Just looked at him, waiting. Raymond’s voice was raw now. Exposed. “I love you. God help me, I do. And I’ll never be late again.” Carson smiled, bloody and bruised but bright. “Took you long enough.” Raymond laughed—shaky and low—before pulling Carson into his arms like he’d never let go. “He’s trying to escape, Carson said, pointing in the direction Eli had fled. Raymond took off, fury in every stride. He chased Eli across the back lawn of the campus, past the trees and onto the empty field where shadows stretched long and unforgiving. Eli turned just as Raymond
“Why are you here alone?” he asked, an expression on his face Raymond had never seen before. “Huh?” “Do you know how worried you made me? What if one of these perverts tries anything with you? If Sam hadn't called me…” “Sam called you?” Sam was one of the friends they had made at the sex parties. He had probably seen him and informed Carson about it. But why did Carson look so agitated? “You didn’t have to worry about me. I'm doing okay. Besides, no one can try shit with me. I’m a bodguard, remember?” Carson sighed heavily and dropped to his knees, holding his hands and kissing them again. Raymond was surprised by his actions. Why was he doing this? “I was worried, Raymond. Don't do this again.” “Why are you so worried? It's not like anything happened.” “It's because I care about you. I can’t let any of these bitches here take you away from me!” “Umm…I'm not sure what you mean, but…” “You know what I mean. I care for you, Raymond.” Carson rose to his feet. Raymond w
Bianca wrapped her legs around her husband's waist as he moved up and down, taking her dick, their cum dripping on the soft rug. Their actions had ignited a fire in Raymond's body, and he had felt so good watching them fuck. He was hard and he took out his cock, masturbating and watching them at the same time. So much so that he felt like joining them. As Bianca and her husband kissed, his lips traveling to his breasts, Raymond stroked his cock faster. When Ben and his wife were done, Raymond quickly put his dick back in his pants and returned to the room and pretended to be asleep. For days and even months after that, Raymond could not stop thinking about it. he loved watching it, and he wanted to watch it again. But it was sinful, so he pushed the thought to the back of his head. So, was Carson telling the truth? Did he have a sexual voyeur after all? Yet he could not be so sure. “How can I be so sure?” “Would you like to be sure?” Carson said with a smirk.
But Raymond did not listen. He twirled his tongue inside his ass, tasting every bit of him. He spat inside his ass. Carson closed his eye, stifling his moan. Raymond soon took out his tongue and inserted his finger into Carson ’s ass again. Carson gasped as he did that, closing his eyes as Raymond thrusted his thick fingers into him. He then placed the second finger, causing his to moan again. He was feeling so good. Raymond hand curved to find his sweet spot. He pressed it causing Carson to tremble with pleasure. He grinded his ass against his fingers. “Yes! There! That! There! Just one more! Nigh! Ah!” Raymond massaged Carson’s cock as well with the other hand , driving Carson mad. He began to thrust in and out of him, pumping his fingers harder inside as he leaned closer, devouring Carson ’s mouth. Carson convulsed with pleasure, his legs shaking in the air from the sweet sensations.◆◆◆◆ Time passed and Carson’s father’s men soon rescued them. At the time, they ha
As the storm raged on outside, Raymond and Carson huddled together in the cave, trying to warm each other up. They had been there for hours, and the cold was starting to take its toll. Carson , who had been quiet for a while, suddenly spoke up. "We need to find a way to secure ourselves for the night," he said, his voice shaking with cold. "This storm isn't going to pass anytime soon." Raymond nodded, and together they started to gather rocks and branches to create a makeshift barrier against the wind and rain. As they worked, they talked about their lives, their dreams, and their fears. As the night wore on, they found themselves getting closer and closer, until finally, they were sitting right next to each other. It was then that Raymond turned to Carson and kissed him. It was a soft, gentle kiss, but it was enough to spark a passion that had been building all night. As the storm raged on outside, they made love in the cave again, their bodies warm and entwined. It was