AMANDA'S POV:Life was simple. Maybe too simple. After everything that happened back in New York, moving to LA to stay with my dad was supposed to be a fresh start. And honestly? It kinda worked. My dad got me into a new college, something about pulling some strings with his connections. I didn’t ask too many questions. I was just glad I didn’t have to deal with the mess back home for a while. My mom and I definitely needed some space from each other. Things were tense before I left, and I wasn’t sure how to fix them. Maybe time apart would help. We already weren't close together, maybe distance would help.The only part of New York I really missed was Shawn. We still talked every day, though. Every single day. I don’t think I’d survive without hearing his voice, even if it was just for a couple of minutes. But, still, it wasn’t the same. I missed him a lot. This morning started like any other. I rushed down the stairs, my hair still kind of a mess because I didn’t feel like fixi
The room was dark at first and very quiet. I glanced around, trying to see in the darkness, when suddenly the light came on, nearly blinding me.A gasp escaped my lips when I saw the room. It was decorated with red balloons and red gift bags. There was a huge message written above the bed.I LOVE YOU, AMANDA.I turned to face Xavier when I saw him on his knees with a ring box in his hand.Holy shit. Was he asking me to marry him?“Amy, I know we haven't known each other for long, and I don't know…” he paused to chuckle, “Forgot my lines. Sorry. I love you so much, Amanda. You mean the world to me. You are the best thing that happened to me. Thank you for giving me the chance to prove myself and for forgiving me. I don't know what would have happened to me if you hadn't been at the airport that day. Thank you for everything, Amy. This is me officially asking you to be my girlfriend. Will you be my girlfriend Amy?” Wasn't this a lot for a relationship?“Yes.” I whispered, with tears n
As soon as I got out of the shower, I wore my pajamas to join my mom for dinner. Mom was already setting down plates of food, and her hair pulled back into a neat bun. She glanced up and smiled. "Hey, sweetheart. How was school?" I slumped into my chair. "Exhausting. Mr. Benson decided today was the perfect day to pile on extra assignments." She sat across from me, raising an eyebrow. "Extra assignments? Did you do something to deserve that?" I scoffed, grabbing my fork. "No! He just said we weren’t ‘engaged enough’ in the lesson, so now we have to write an entire essay by Friday." Mom shook her head with a small smile. "Teachers and their surprises. You’ll get through it, though. You always do." I poked at my rice, then sighed. "I guess. What about you? How was work?" She took a sip of water before answering. "Busy. The new intern nearly deleted an entire week's worth of reports, so I spent most of the day fixing the mess. But at least dinner turned out well." She gestured to
I imagined my cock inside her pussy as I pushed in and out. She would squeeze my cock as if she didn’t want it out, but I would pull it out and tease the entrance just to see her eyes roll back into her head. I would fuck her small pussy hard, thrusting my cock into her, making sure that it hit her G-spot every time.The more I thought of it, the harder I got. I fucking my cock into my fist, and soon I was cumming like a fountain. My eyes shut tight, and all I could hear was my breaths as I imagined her tight pussy clenching around me.It felt good to release the tension that had been building up inside me. As soon as my cock was soft again, I rolled over to my back, panting, and fell asleep to the thought of her.The next day, I walked into class and took my place. She was at the front of the room, looking just as good as yesterday. Her smile made my chest ache, and her eyes seemed to be asking for something that I wasn’t sure I could give her. I focused on my job, trying to get thro
"Mom, I'm going out for a walk" said, looking back up at her. She still had her nose buried in her book.She didn't even look up at me as she answered, "Have fun." And that was it. That’s all the acknowledgement I got from her. I wanted to take mom's car, but she was going to go on about the cost of gas, so instead I hailed a cab as soon as I got outside, didn’t even wait to get into the car before I texted him. "Hey," I typed into my phone before hitting send."Hey, pretty" he typed back.I felt my cheeks flush as I read his words. It wasn’t something I was used to, so it made me happy. "Are you at the cafe?"His reply came almost instantly. "Yes. I’m here. Are you almost here?"I could tell by the way he was texting me that he was just as excited as I was. "Almost. I’ll be there soon," I told him.I thought of him through the rest of the way to the cafe, glancing at my phone every few minutes. I couldn’t help it. I was excited, and I didn’t know how to stop it.I paid the cab driv
I shook my head and moved my hand a little higher. "No," I lied. "It’s just really hot in here."He licked his lips and turned to face the road again. "I can turn the air conditioning on higher if you’re feeling too hot," he offered.I grinned as I moved my hand higher, letting my fingers play with the hem of my skirt. "Yes yes of course," I whispered. "I’m really hot." And I was, but I wasn’t sure if it was because of the temperature in the car or because of him."Fuck," I heard him whisper under his breath. "What are you trying to do?"I didn’t answer because I didn’t think I had to. My hand was clearly traveling up my skirt, and he was watching. I pretended like I didn’t feel his eyes on me as I pushed my skirt up enough for him to see my lacy panties. I heard a groan and looked over and saw his cock straining through the fabric of his pants.I licked my lips at the sight. "Looks like it’s not just me," I teased.He growled low in his chest and reached over to grab my hand. He plac
Richard's POV: I watched Ariana walk a few blocks away before I drove away. My cock was hard, and I knew that it wasn’t going away anytime soon. I thought about her all the way home. I wondered what she would have felt like if I had fucked her. I really wanted to, but something had stopped me. I didn’t want to scare her off. When we were sitting in the car, I couldn’t stop myself from tasting her. It was amazing. Once I got home, I stripped out of my clothes and hopped in the shower. I turned on the hot water and let it run over my body as I grabbed my cock and started stroking it. I pictured Ariana’s body and how sexy she looked. I pictured myself fucking her and what she would sound like. Her moans of pleasure were like music to my ears. My cock started throbbing in my hand as I rubbed faster. I pictured Ariana on her knees in front of me sucking my cock, her small mouth stretching around me as she took me down her throat. My balls tightened, and I cried out as the orgasm hit
I put the phone on the counter and cleaned myself up. My mind was full of thoughts. I had no idea where this relationship was going to go, but I liked what was happening now. I like it too much even though it's morally wrong. It's against the school rules. She's just 18 years old, barely legal. She is my student and I'm her teacher. It's wrong and a Taboo.She made me feel like a man that I had never been before. She made me want more and more of her, and it was hard not to give in.I didn’t know how long this would last, but for right now, I didn’t care. I just wanted more of her pussy, her lips, and her voice in my ear.♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎Ariana's POV:The next day, I stood at his front door and knocked. He had sent me the address this morning, and I had been ready to see him for hours. I had spent all morning looking up recipes for dinner and finally decided on pasta. I was nervous and excited at the same time.The door opened a few moments later, and he smiled as he saw me standing there
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