I felt his soft lips against mine, pressing mine, his tongue, finding it's way into my mouth, and being the horny drunk that I was, I gave who ever it was full access to my mouth. His tongue entered into my mouth and did wonders, like a pro at what he does, he devoured me. I still couldn't make out the face of the person who was literally sending me into orgasm with only his kiss, but I indulged with him. His mouth tasted of wine and saliva, and the smell of his body was so familiar, like something I had perceived not too long ago. While still locked in the kiss, he gently reached for my shirt, unbuttoning it as he ate my lips, sucking and never getting satisfied. He completed the task with my lips and went on to throw my shirt halfway across the room. He went down to my pants, taking off my belt. He made me lie for a sec as he gently pulled my pants off of me, together with my underwear, leaving my erect dick standing before him like the Eiffel tower before him. Even th
Hunter's POV I stomped on my accelerator, increasing from 90 km/hr to 110 km/hr on a road that had a 50 km/hr sign. But I couldn't care less, not with the call I had received from my dad's secretary. Everything was becoming blurry, even more blurry as tears rushed down my eyes unknowingly. I overtook vehicles , speeding up like a mad man, honking so loudly to alert other drivers of my surly approach. I was almost thrown over through my car window as I sped over a speed bump, making me realize that I was too much in a haste that I forgot to put on my seatbelt. " This is the State Security Service, we request that you pull over right now", the cops behind me said with their speakers, obviously referring to me. They had started tailing me about three minutes ago, blasting their sirens to make me pull over, but that didn't seem to work so they ventured to their speakers. " The driver in the red Ferrari, pull over right now!" another voice said through the speaker, angrier than
" My boy, you really have to pull yourself together. The fact that your father left us doesn't mean that the world has come to an end", our housekeeper, Ma Erica said as she walked into my room and saw me crying myself to death. A lot had happened in just a few days; I had lost my father, spent a good amount of time in jail, and also sustained injuries that almost left my face scarred, my signature fine face. " Look", she sat near my feet and I sat up to give her the impression that I was paying attention, " your late father; bless his gentle soul, would never have wanted you to be in this current state, feeding yourself tears for drink and isolation for bread. He would never have wanted you to stop living your life". My eyes which were puffy and dried up of tears were ignited, and tears started flowing effortlessly. I looked at her as I cried and she immediately understood the question on my mind, it was evident on my face - what life are we talking about? The one that ended wit
Hazel's POV Getting married was one thing, getting married to Hunter was another. The news was everywhere in the business world, that before he would inherit his father's fortune he would have to be married to me. My parents were overly excited about the news, claiming that the marriage would strengthen their friendly bond with his late father; I wondered what kind of non-existential bond they were trying to strengthen, especially with a dead man. Why not visit a shaman or a church? Must I have to be married off? They never even asked if I was into guys in the first place before hurrying to marry me off to Hunter. My opinion was invalid and that was it. I got out of bed with a slight headache and made my way to the restroom. As I brushed my mouth, I felt the toothbrush prick my gum, causing a little bleeding in my mouth. I was immediately reminded of the beating, the bullying that left me with far more blood in my mouth than I had in my body. Hunter did it to me, he caus
" Who the hell are you?" I shouted with every air in my lungs, the sound coming out like a shriek. The figure with crossed legs slowly turned to reveal Hunter's face, his cold blue eyes shooting bullets into my chest. " What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, coming closer to the couch he was sitting on. There was no response. " I said, what the hell are you doing here?" " That is no way to speak to your beloved husband, is it?" he calmly said, the words ' beloved husband ' sounding like poop to the ears. " You still have not answered my question. What the hell are you doing here? And how did you even get in?" I was holding on tightly to my briefcase, careful enough to control my emotions before the case would end up smashing someone's head. " Your mother brought me here, and insisted that I stay. She probably expects us to consummate our marriage tonight", he said, making me wonder what was making me more angry about him; the fact that he was still sitting majestically o
Hunter's POV The gate's car type recognition system beeped, allowing the gate to open manually while I drove in. The drive to Hazel's place had lasted for about forty minutes; all thanks to how fast my car was. It would've probably taken an hour. His house was situated at Henderson estate, south of Nevada. The area was indeed great, with houses that seemed like Five Star resorts with beautiful gardens, thatched hut, swimming pools, water fountains and the rest. I drove into his aboard, surrounded by wonderful ornamental vegetation that were trimmed into different and yet beautiful shapes that led to the house. In front of the house was a water fountain, adding a touch of elegance to the outdoor space. " I'm sure you're going to love the house", my mother in-law, Mrs Mcman said when she had driven me to the house the day before yesterday, " Hazel is usually very well reserved and likes to keep his things orderly", she said, inputting the house code and ushering me in. I co
We smiled at each other, about to join the others in the living room when I magically tripped and fell, with Hazel falling on top of me. You know those scenes in movies where the girl falls to the ground in slow motion and the guy saves the day, grabbing her by the waist and both of them lovingly staring at each other in surprise and shock while a romantic song played in the background? I was always mesmerized by it, and I never believed that such was possible, I mean, not unless you're as light as a sheet of paper; even paper falls to the ground more speedily than those girls, especially in k-dramas. Well, not until that moment. I was pretty sure that the fall lasted for minutes because for the very first time, in-between that moment of tripping and getting to the floor, I noticed how handsome he was, how enchanting his green eyes were,cand how endearing his Adam's apple was - movies can really happen in real life. We landed on the floor, his weight against mine, his b
Hazel's POV His blue eyes. That was all I could see and just looking at them made me feel as if I was floating, all alone on a vast blue sea. But then something distracted me, a little pain in-between my legs, together a feeling that something was stroking me. " What the hell am I doing?" I thought to myself, jumping off of him from the floor only for my already hard dick to tear out of my underwear as I was standing up, fully erect like a giant anaconda right in front of Hunter. I fell silent. He fell silent too, and the only sound I could hear was the yucky sound of my dick growing harder and harder, getting even painful and brick-firm. I stared down at it and at Hunter, back to it again and back again at Hunter. His eyes were almost falling out of their sockets but I was quite convinced that mine had already fallen out, probably rolling somewhere on the floor. " Shit!" I exclaimed after ten seconds of staring back and forth at my anaconda and at Hunter which
I felt his soft lips against mine, pressing mine, his tongue, finding it's way into my mouth, and being the horny drunk that I was, I gave who ever it was full access to my mouth. His tongue entered into my mouth and did wonders, like a pro at what he does, he devoured me. I still couldn't make out the face of the person who was literally sending me into orgasm with only his kiss, but I indulged with him. His mouth tasted of wine and saliva, and the smell of his body was so familiar, like something I had perceived not too long ago. While still locked in the kiss, he gently reached for my shirt, unbuttoning it as he ate my lips, sucking and never getting satisfied. He completed the task with my lips and went on to throw my shirt halfway across the room. He went down to my pants, taking off my belt. He made me lie for a sec as he gently pulled my pants off of me, together with my underwear, leaving my erect dick standing before him like the Eiffel tower before him. Even th
Have you ever felt as if you fell from space, right into the middle of the Pacific Ocean? Like you were gasping for air and suddenly you have enough of it, enough that it might kill you? I mean, given the fact that each atom of oxygen in the ocean is bonded with two atoms of hydrogen making the hydrogen concentration higher than the oxygen level which can in fact kill you if time is not taken. All in all, I'm just trying to say that I felt flabbergasted, bewildered at what the handsome jerk standing before me had said. I felt scared too. Not because I was guilty of the charges he was pressing against me; although partially I was. Given the fact that I was mentally ready to have a romantic relationship with Basil no matter how inappropriate it might seem, yes, I was partially guilty, and I wasn't sorry for that. Besides, I personally permitted only myself to cheat in that hellhole we called marriage, but for some reason I was scared that he, Hazel, might be broken hearted. I was
Hunter's POV As I closed the door on Hazel, I couldn't help but think about how he had looked at me. His eyes were flared up with flames of hunger, and the way he had observed me keenly made me weak in the knee, also making me grow a boner instantly. “ What the hell am I thinking about?” I said to myself as I came back to my senses. I was really starting to run mad these days. The fact that I now made dinner everyday for us made me suspect my mental stability, but the incident just a few moments ago confirmed that suspicion - I was gradually running mad. “ Good morning Hunter”, Basil greeted as I headed downstairs, even adding a slight bow to the greeting - European style. “ Good morning Baz. How're you doing?” I asked, not casually as other people normally asked, but because I really wanted to know how he was doing after the incident I had experienced the last time. “ I'm fine. Thanks for asking”, he said, avoiding eye contact with me. I read the obvious handwriting o
" Why the hell would you want to know how long I've known Basil?" I asked as I poured more milk into my oatmeal. I always preferred brown sugar to white sugar, but I was suspiciously looking at Hunter that I didn't know when I used the white sugar instead of the brown one. “ Shit, now look what you made me do”. “ And what is it that I made you do?” He wasn't pissed, but his eyebrows were raised inquisitively. I sighed, seeing that it would be a hassle to start explaining to him that I didn't like the white sugar that I had mistakenly put while questioning him. “ Nevermind. Back to the question. Why would you want to know how long I've known Basil?” I stirred the oatmeal, hoping that I could manage it with the white sugar in it. “ No apparent reason. I was just curious”. “ Well, I've known him since senior high, that should be about right years now or so”. “ Okay. Do you have any idea if he has an issue, something psychological?” “ None that I can think of, but why wou
I thought I had seen it all, not knowing that I was still a newbie when it came to shamelessness. Without warning, Hunter grabbed my dick as if it was a door knob, making me spread my mouth like the tentacles of an octopus. I was into too much shock to even speak, and as he squeezed it into his palms, an electric jolt was sent throughout my whole body as I sat on my ass, staring at him in horror. “ There's nothing to write home about here”, he said as he let go of it, standing up to his feet and towering above my seemingly small frame. “ That one there…..”, he pointed at the top guy in the porn video, “ is way better than yours, and I bet that you wouldn't be able to do what he's doing right now”, he said as I concentrated on the porn video as the top spread the bottom’s legs in a split, banging hard into his ass with his up to eight inches cock. Hunter went back and picked up his bags, clutching a bag in every finger in his hand, “ quit misbehaving and get dressed, stop actin
Hazel's POV To be truly sincere, working out alone wasn't a problem; not at all. The problem was the fact that I was working out alone because of Hunter; that was the main problem. I left the house and jogged all the way to the gym, with earphones on, blasting heavy metal music. At the gym, I tried to concentrate while lifting weights but I just couldn't. Thoughts of Hunter kept crossing my mind, and his wonderful smell wouldn't just leave my memory, making me wonder what kind of perfume it was, since it was able to make one horny. I left the weight lifting section and tried to let off some steam at the treadmill. As I began running on moderate speed on the treadmill, I noticed a guy get on another treadmill right opposite to mine, and beside him on another treadmill was a girl. The guy looked masculine and packed up, and his face card was literally something to die for, and so when the girl noticed him on the treadmill, about to start running on it, she let down her ha
With the speed of light, Basil rotated the steering wheel with accurate precision, screeching the car tyres and ultimately avoiding the truck, plunging into the grassland beside the road, pressing hard on the brakes as the truck honked it's way past us. We almost died right there. I tried to regulate my breathing as adrenaline surged through my veins, making me a little shaky. I tried to pull myself together, and eventually succeeded in doing so, but as I turned around to see how Basil was doing, I was shocked to see him vibrating vigorously. His whole body was shaking with terror, and even though he tried to still himself, it wasn't working. “ Hey, it's okay, it's okay”, I said as placed my hands on his back and patted him slowly, trying to calm him down, but it didn't seem to be working. He was still shaking violently, and the shaking increased as tears streamed down his eyes, his head bowed low.He was having a severe panic attack, and I knew without being told that I had
Hunter's POV I made my way out of the house and into the house, feeling a little bit weary. I didn't sleep well the night before. The thought that Basil might be straight took away sleep from my eyes, and I spent the night praying to every god I knew; Shivu, Venus, Zeus, Odin, The Sun god, that Basil should be gay, or at least bisexual. I had wanted to ask Hazel but decided against it on a second thought. I looked at myself in the rear mirror, the V-neck shirt I was wearing extended way below my chest. I had worn it to impress Basil, or at least to gain his attention and see if he was into guys, but looking at myself in the mirror, I had most certainly never felt so stupid before. “ Good morning”, he said as he got into the car, fastening his seatbelt, ultimately reminding me that I had to fasten mine. “ Good morning”, I replied. “ So, what shopping mall would you prefer to go to?” He asked, looking over at me. “ Why don't you take me to the one that you would prefe
Hazel's POV I just couldn't tell why, but I just wasn't having it. I wasn't feeling like myself and I couldn't quite place a description of how I was feeling. I thought maybe it was because of how I saw Hunter smiling sheepishly yesterday but I quickly dismissed the thought. In my usual slow driving method, I drove into my premises and parked in the garage, being careful enough not to hit any other car there. I made my way to the building and on opening the door, I was welcomed with the tasty aroma of lasagna, reminding me that I had been surviving on coffee all day. I made my way to the sitting room, intentionally slow walking to perceive more of the aroma. It was torture, knowing fully well that I wouldn't partake in the food feast, but it was an enjoyable torture. As I was about to walk past the kitchen, a miracle happened. " Hazel", Hunter called out to me, and I turned to face him. He was wearing an apron and a chef cap, behind a very sexy looking body hug top and jo