As the day went by, Cheryl decided to take a shower as she wasn't sure when Vanessa and her friends would return. It wouldn't speak well for them to find her in her father's arms, naked and spent from riding his dick to paradise. The shower turned on, offering a cold and relaxing embrace. As she shut her eyes, ready to revel in the shower, she felt a strong arm snake its way around her waist. He lowered himself and kissed the corner of her neck. "You know, I've always wanted you for some time now." George began to say, making Cheryl's heart beat fast. His flaccid but still enormous dick pressing against her ass made it beat even faster. "Seeing you all sexy in all those clothes you wear, with your beautiful hair sprawled all over your shoulders and your..." he wrapped one hand around her boob, squeezing hard while she leaned against him. "You are irresistible. And coming to me in all your glory. I'm asking for my dick. Everything just makes me realize that I might be addicted t
She had informed Vanessa about what happened that morning over the phone and had sent a text that she was coming to stay for a while in her house. Although she was aware she wouldn't be back for sometime, she still went there. She could really use a hug from George."Hey," George muttered softly as he raised his head from the screen where he'd been having an online meeting. The woman before him was nothing like the one that left his house the day before. She was drabby and all teary-eyed and all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around her to ensure she was okay."Reschedule the meeting till next week, Rob." He said to the screen, his secretary doing a double take as if he didn't hear right."But sir, this meeting with the Ox Company is only going to happen once. We have been asking for this for a very long time...""Rob!" He snapped and the rather tall and lanky man with a pair of glasses on the screen nodded slightly before scribbling in his notes.George pushed his laptop aside an
He began to caress her tits, pinching and twirling her nipples as she kept sucking him. The sharp feeling of pleasure traveled straight to the middle of her thighs as his legs jerked and he muttered a string of curses she could barely make out. She began to wiggle her ass, the friction giving her a bit of release from the torturous arousal she was feeling from pushing her head further down till his crown was stretching past her throat. Her eyes watered, his large member making it hard for air to pass through her mouth. George had grabbed her hair and held her in place so she couldn't move. She gripped his thighs for support as her face reddened and George felt even more turned on by this sight. She was breathless, choking and still wanted his dick. Fucking greedy. "Look at you. So beautiful while my dick is inside your tiny mouth, fucking you till you can't breathe." She whimpered through her nose, a single tear streaming down her eye. He wiped it with his thumb, feeling his dick
George gripped the steering wheel, his thoughts filled with Cheryl. He should have known something was wrong sooner. The way she clung to him, the way her voice trembled when she spoke and when he found out, it wasn’t just about a bad argument with her parents. It was harder than that. And now, he was about to find out just how hard.Vanessa’s words echoed in his head. "Her parents neglected her and were too busy showing off their perfection rather than be a perfect parent." He had listened carefully. "I mean, what parent put pressure on their child because of their debt." Cheryl’s parents had all but abandoned her, lost in the wreckage of their toxic marriage. Her father, whom George recognized once as a respected man, had started selling off their belongings to cover some mysterious debt. And now, things had spiraled even further as he was about to sell his establishment, the very foundation of whatever pride he had left.George pulled into Daniel’s driveway and killed the engine.
Cheryl had been staying with the Carters for three days now, and while she felt a sense of relief being away from the suffocating tension at home, there was still one problem, Vanessa.Bless her heart, Cheryl knew her best friend meant well, but Vanessa had made it her personal mission to be glued to her side at all times. Morning, afternoon, and night. If Cheryl so much as tried to breathe in solitude, Vanessa would pop up with a dramatic gasp, demanding to know why she was brooding. To her, this was her way of being a good friend, a supportive presence Cheryl should be grateful for. And she was. Truly. But she also wouldn't mind five minutes alone.George, on the other hand, had an entirely different issue with Vanessa’s constant hovering. He was barely getting any time with Cheryl, and it was driving him insane. It wasn’t like he could just tell his daughter to back off, but every time he walked into a room to find Cheryl and Vanessa giggling like schoolgirls, he felt an unreasonab
The movie played on, the dim light casting a subtle glow on the room, while Cheryl's mind wandered to George. As she gazed at him, his features seemed to come alive under her scrutiny. His eyes, a deep shade, were partially hidden by his tousled hair. George's eyes met hers momentarily, and a faint twitch in his eyebrow indicated that he'd caught her staring. Cheryl felt her cheeks warm as she turned her attention back to the screen. She was both nervous and excited about what was going to happen and she hated how he made her wait.She had always heard about the dangers of getting involved with older men as it could be addictive and she hadn't believed it. But there was something undeniably magnetic about George. She could see it now in the way he was strongly built and sexy, accentuating the breadth of his shoulders and chest. The thought of exploring that body, once considered taboo, now sent a ripple of anticipation down her spine.Then, George leaned in close, his breath whisperi
"That was..." Cheryl started, her voice breathless. "That was... intense."George chuckled, his chest vibrating against her cheek. "You're telling me," he said, his voice full of contentment. "You're full of surprises, Cheryl."She looked up at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Do you have some for me?" she teased, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest.The look in his eyes was a combination of curiosity and desire. "Oh? Looks like someone is being greedy."Cheryl's lips curved into a smile as she reached for the handcuffs. "Let's just say I want to make sure we make the most of this night," she said, her voice a sultry purr.George's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but the growing interest in his eyes was undeniable. "You're a bold one, aren't you?" he said, his voice a low growl.With a nod, George secured her wrists to the table before the chair so that she was kneeling on the ground, her ass turned to him as the clink of the cuffs echoed through the room. George's breath hi
Life felt fresh and good as George and Cheryl returned home after their vacation turned sex spree. Cheryl felt her stomach often fluttering every time she is reminded of how every sex with George had been good. Every single one. She could still remember how he had cuffed her to the bed, naked and bare to him, her legs spread wide while he fucked her hard and rough. She had been begging, not sure what she wanted. For him to stop or to continue. And then she had gone on to soak his bed with her squirt. Another crazy one had been when he was fucking her from behind and he added the vibrator and asked her what she would do if Vanessa walked in on them."Everyone will know what a naughty girl you are fucking your friend's father. Taking his big dick like a slut." The words had made her pussy clench and she made it rain until she physically couldn't go on again.Now that they had returned home, she was stuck with Vanessa. Until her friend decided to go out shopping. "We will be back soon
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