“Uncle Chase, about the other night.” She looked up at me, blushing brightly, her pink tongue dancing out to wet those perfect, utterly fuckable lips. “I’m sorry if I crossed any sort of line the other night, when..." She trailed off, and her sudden bashfulness had this insanely erotic effect on me, consider what I’d watched her do the other night. Considering what she’d watched me do, too. "I'm not,” I growled outlaid, before I could stop myself. “Sorry that you did.” She went quiet and bit that bottom lip as she looked up into my eyes. Every single part of my brain was screaming at me that this was a bad idea. Every single cell up there was doing everything it had to get me to get up, walk the fuck away from this situation and get out before I did something stupid. Something utterly unheard of. A taboo. Except, I wasn’t thinking with my brain anymore; not with a girl as sexy as original sin like this draped under me. Not with a girl looking at me like a fucking pure angel. "I
Pushing the bathing suit aside with my mouth, I groaned at the sight of those perfect, puffy little pink nipples. I latched my lips around the delicate and erect pink nub and sucked gently. She moaned softly as she pressed her hot, wet slit against my bulge. I knew she wanted me. And I knew I wanted to shove my cock balls deep in her and stretch that tight small pussy wide like it’d never been stretched before. My hands moved around and over her thighs then, tracing the elastic seam of her bikini until they came across the ties at the side of her hips. I yanked at the strings, and as the suit fell away, I pulled it away from her and brought my head up from her chest as her pink, wet slightly hairy young pussy was revealed to me. My blood roared in my vein. Goosebumps grew on my Goosebumps as I greedily view her perfect tight garden. She is a fucking perfection. The most beautiful pussy I have ever laid my eyes on. And there she was, shyly bitting her lip as I spread her thighs fu
Amelia moaned, the sound so fucking sweet, innocent and so fuck primary sexy at the same time. I groaned as I felt her reach for my cock again, her fingers sliding over the velvety skin. “Please, uncle? fuck me "She whispered, her eyes pleading with me as her small fingers slid up and down over my pulsing shaft. She pulled me closer, pressing it against her tight, teenage pussy. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispered. My hesitance cracked as the head of my cock slipped against those soft lips, and I groaned. “Are you sure?” my voice was like gravel as I tried to hold back; tried to hold back from shoving her arms over her head, throwing her legs over my shoulder, and pounding her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk straight for days. “Amelia, I don't think you know what you're do-” “I want this, I've always wanted this with you; for you to be the first man to fuck me” she husked at me, her voice thick with adult lust and her eyes begging. “Please, fuck my young pussy.”
I feel her stretch around me, and knowing I was the first man to take her, had my cock throbbing deep inside of her. It was somehow even better than I could have ever imagined, and somehow right then, knowing that I was her first had my clenching my teeth fighting to keep from emptying my cum into her fertile womb. We started to rock like that; slowly at first, and then faster as her moaning little cries filled the room and her tight little body writhed and bucked on top of me. Her young body eager, receiving every long thrusts from me. She panted out, moaning now at my thrusts, at my hands clutching her tight little ass as I started to shove my cock up deep inside her again and again. “It was so hot to watch you like that! I played with my pussy that night again you know, and a lot of times after, thinking about it.” She whimpered as I shoved in deep. “Oh God, Uncle, I’ve thought about you so many times while I played with my little pussy!” I grunted through flaring nostrils as my
Amelia moaned and writhed, biting the sofa cushion in front of her as she wailed while my cock plowed into her tightness again and again. She brought her hand back to her clit, rubbing herself in rapid strokes, and I could feel her slender fingers touching the place where her lips were stretched tight around my thick cock. I could feel her gripping my cock with her vagina wall. I could feel her milking me."Oh FUCK!" I could feel my cock begin to swell up even bigger, pulsing so deep in her young, innocent pussy. I heard footstep which I knew is my wife coming over to my stepbrother's apartment."Oh yes! God, your wife is coming over. Fuck me faster uncle chase! Fuck my tight nineteen year old pussy.!"And just like that, with a roar, I let go. I pounded her cunt like a mad man on steroids, the adrenaline thought of us getting caught pumped through my vein. My cock stronger than steel as I plunged deep into her pussy. The footstep of my wife drew closer as I continued pounding Amelia
He smiled as he extended his hand toward me. “Hey, I’m Xavier,” he said, his voice weirdly deep and soothing that made my pussy throb. I'd love to hear him moan. No stop Amy! “Nice to meet you.” I hesitated for a split second before taking his hand. It felt big and strong, but not in an intimidating way. More like… comforting? I don’t know. My heart raced as our hands touched, and I swore my palm got a little sweaty, which was mortifying. “Amanda,” I said, trying to sound normal. His smile widened, and for the first time all day, I felt my mouth twitch into an actual smile too. Not one of those fake, polite ones I’d been forcing all afternoon, but a real one. “Alexander’s told me a lot about you,” Xavier said, letting go of my hand. “Oh, great,” I said, rolling my eyes playfully. “Hopefully all the embarrassing stuff.” He chuckled, this deep, rich laugh that made my stomach flip. “Only the good stuff, don’t worry.” I glanced at my mom, who was grinning like she’d just won
“Amy?” My mom’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Huh?” I blinked, realizing I’d been completely zoned out. She gave me a look, raising an eyebrow. “I said we’re having a family dinner tonight. Everyone’s coming over.” I froze mid-bite, my heart skipping a beat. Family dinner. Which meant Xavier would be there. My heart jumped, making my nipples harden even more, and I choked a little on my toast. “Are you okay?” my mom asked, concerned. “Yeah, yeah,” I said quickly, waving her off and grabbing my glass of water. “I’m fine.” She gave me a skeptical look but didn’t push it. “Dinner’s at seven,” she said as I stood up. “Don’t be late, okay?” I forced a smile. “Got it.” The second I was out the door, I exhaled loudly, my heart still racing. Dinner. Tonight. And I’d have to sit there, pretending I wasn’t completely horny for my step uncle. My vibrator was definitely going to do a lot tonight. At school, I met up with Shawn. He was waiting for me by our usual spot ne
XAVIER'S POV:I stared down at Amanda, her chest rising and falling gently. "Amanda?" I called out, but she didn't stir. My hand rested on her left boob, and I felt frozen, unsure of what to do next. I looked around, but no one was paying attention to us."Amanda, can you hear me?" I tried again, my voice a hushed whisper.She let out a soft sigh, her lips parting slightly, and my dick hardened at that. I couldn't deny the attraction I felt towards her, even though I knew it was wrong on so many levels. She was my brother's step-daughter, off-limits in every sense of the word.But there was something about her that drew me in, her beautiful face, her fucking perfect body. She wasn't like the other girls I'd been with, and that fascinated me. I wanted her. Badly. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't stop myself. I wanted to do a lot of things to her, punish her, make her beg for my dick. My eyes went to her lips again and I could imagine them wrapped around my dick. Both lips. Fuck. I s
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