“Don’t act like you were ever there for me,” I shot back. She looked stunned. “Excuse me?” “You’re never home, Mom!” I yelled. “You’re always working, always with your stupid colleagues, always too busy for me! The only time you ever notice me is when something goes wrong!” Her lips parted, but I wasn’t done. “I needed you,” I said, my voice breaking. “I needed you so many times, and you were never there.” She shook her head. “That is not fair, Ariana. Everything I did was for you–” “Yeah? Well, guess what? I don’t care!” I was crying now. Hot, angry tears. “If you cared so much,” I whispered, “then maybe Dad should have lived instead of you.” The words hung in the air. I regretted them the second they left my mouth. But it was too late. Her face twisted in pain. Then, before I could react– Slap! The sound echoed through the house. My cheek burned. I gasped, touching my face. She was breathing heavily, her eyes filled with anger and hurt. I didn’t wait. I turned a
It wasn’t big, but it was unmistakable.My breath caught in my throat.Ariana stood in front of me, shaking, her eyes full of anger, sadness, and something else I couldn’t quite place. Then, before I could say a word, she broke down.Her fists pounded against my chest as sobs wracked her small frame.I was frozen, too shocked to move, too guilty to defend myself.Reality crashed over me.This wasn’t a lie.This wasn’t a trick.Ariana was pregnant.And the baby was mine."You left me!" she sobbed, her small hands hitting me over and over. "You ignored me!"I barely had time to process it before her mother’s voice cut through the air like a blade."You must be close to my daughter, Mr… Richard?"My throat felt dry. I forced myself to look at her mother, at the sharpness in her gaze."I think she’s carrying my child," I admitted.Silence. Heavy, suffocating silence."Excuse me?" Her mother’s voice turned razor-sharp.Ariana wiped her face with her sleeve and turned to her mother. "Mom… t
She looked at me for a long time. Then, finally, she sighed. "You’re just like your father." I smiled a little. "That’s a compliment, right?" She chuckled softly, shaking her head. "He was stubborn as hell." "I get it from both of you, then," I teased. That made her laugh, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the weight between us lifted. "So," I smirked, nudging her. "Speaking of love lives… How’s Daniel?" She rolled her eyes. "Not now, Ariana." "Oh, come on. I saw the way you smiled at your phone earlier. You’re in love, Mom." She sighed dramatically. "That man is too nosy for his own good. I told him everything, and now he’s furious. He’s insisting on driving us to the courthouse and the airport tomorrow." I grinned. "He sounds protective." "He’s a pain in my ass," she muttered. "But you love him," I sing-songed. She huffed. "Go to bed, Ariana." I laughed, but then my smile faded. "Do you think Dad would be disappointed in me?" Her expression softened. "
"Come in, Cheryl." His voice was deep, velvety and husky. He sounded like he could be in a ford commercial. Cheryl's stomach fluttered at the voice that she didn't think twice before turning around again. This time taking in more of his features. He was taller than she remembered. He always looked like that next to her and it made her wonder if he was too tall or she was just too short. Well, 5'4" next to George Carter can be considered too short considering he is what? 6'5". He was practically a giant. Not to mention his broad frame. His whole body covered the entrance in a muscular and strong way. Tattoos covered his whole chest and she could guess his back too. He had smaller ones grace his huge arms too and as they rippled with every movement, Cheryl swallowed hard. His hair fell over his face in graceful curls, his hazel eyes lazily gazing at her. His jaw could slice metal despite the stubbles that laced it and his diamond shaped face could pass for modeling if he went for it
"Thank you.""Don't mention." After a while, George realized she was starting to doze off and so prepared where she was going to sleep. He cleared the guest room, changed the bedding and went to call her. "Your room is ready."Cheryl walked over to the guest room, her excitement overboard. Her parents may be living comfortably but the Carters often reminded her of the fact that next to them, her parents were paupers. The room was three times the size of her room at home with King sized bed leaning against the lemon colored walls. On one side, the dresser stood facing the window that had been draped over with curtains. On the other side stood a tall lamp, filling the room with a warm orange light. Cheryl sat on the edge of the bed to feel the softness. It was unlike anything she's ever seen. As she bounced on the mattress, her imagination flashed briefly, picturing herself riding George and got swept away in ecstasy. "Good night, Cheryl."She switched off the lamp and began to undr
"When will you be back?"Silence, some ruffling in the background and finally, her voice was back. High pitched and pleading. "Can you please wait till evening when I return?"Cheryl was about to protest when Vanessa cut in again. "My dad is home. He will make you comfortable. Please, just wait till evening."With a sigh, she agreed. "Fine."Again, she spent the day at the Carter's chatting with George but only for a while. She couldn't focus knowing he was just within her reach. Maybe she's being delusional. The man is a handsome, wealthy and older man with knacks for older women. He wouldn't even spare her a glance. But he had called her beautiful. Should that mean that she had a chance if George saw her as beautiful? When the sun was already setting, hiding behind the draping night sky, Cheryl began to feel unsettled. Vanessa said she would be home by evening but it's nighttime and she hadn't returned. Just then, her phone pinged, indicating a text notification. "Sorry, babe. An
"Mr. Carter, I think..."He lifted her chin with his finger, a dark smirk curling his lips. "Oh, darling. We both know you're not sorry."She swallowed hard and debated whether or not to admit."You're hard." That was the first thing she could say coherently while looking into his eyes. Her voice was soft and cajoling, making George ignore the voice telling him this was wrong. "Yeah. You remember I invited someone to help me with that, don't you?" He tilted his head to watch her squirm under his gaze. But she didn't. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying it a little too much. George lightly pulled away the strands of hair that clung to her face, his touch sending jolts of electricity through her nerves. The contact provided a tiny dent to her insatiable need for his touch. She closed her eyes, seeping in the lingering feeling while he let his finger trail her cheek to her chin. Then he went on to brush the back of his hand against her neck, trailing down till he got to her chest, the
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
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