Her romper hanging around her waist seemed to obstruct him, so he let her feet down, peeling off the fabric until it hit the floor, and she instinctively stepped out of it. The whole image of her stark nakedness staring back at him seemed to rattle up his insatiable need, and he hissed as he snatched her leg up, returning her back to the initial position. All the while he'd remained buried in her, his manhood swelling at the stimulation of it. “So wet and tight just the way I remember. My tight little fuck.” He groaned, his eyes fluttering, as he pulled out and slammed back in, causing her to bounce against the door. “Uh oh.” She cried in the overwhelming pleasure as he powered into her, in his usual fast, deep strokes, her wrists still suspended in the air to ignite further arousal. The type of kink she always craved. Forceful fucking. “This was your plan all along, you bastard.” She cussed. Shutting her eyes, she bit down her lips as his pounds became more brutal and me
In a split moment, the whole image of Bailey kicking her feet in the air as she was being pulled along by two burly, statured men only zinged in his head until the impact came. It was in the form of a sharp strike against his jaw, which had him staggering backward in an attempt to stable his feet as the pain throbbed in his pulse. Then another one, this time he almost lost his balance but backed against the wall, his head bowed as he groaned, holding onto his jaw. “Running around and shagging your cunt like we’re playing fucking games with you. Are we?!” A harsh tone he recognized as Scarface's roared, delivering a punch again. Whether out of frustration of not being able to knock him out or not, he gathered Joel's collars up, tightening his grip around him. In the meantime, Joel's only visceral knowledge of being hit was the ache in his jaw as he looked up at Scarface with heavy eyelids, the warm trickle of blood running down his jaw in evidence. “Let's talk it out withou
Whichever iota of decency she had left, Joel had done a great job in blowing it off because most of these crooks knew she'd had sex with a supposed stranger. Then again, with a silver lining of material advantage, she could regain her dignity. At most, that was what she thought. “Deal.” Scarface announced, and Bailey's eyes brightened with triumph. With his grip on her loosening, the repairman's brow shot up in dismay. “Deal? That shit is barely up to our first gig.” He lamented. “With the striptease and real-life porno she's going to be giving us, I think that's fair enough.” Scarface revealed, and the light in her eyes dimmed. Joel hoped she'd gotten the satisfaction of her obnoxiousness, well, he had neither robbed nor been a mind reader in his life but he knew it was useless to bargain with crooks like these. First things first, they already had an initial goal for invading there from the onset. Bailey's blabbermouth about negotiations and stuffs only ignited the
Irrespective of the fact that he was a spineless coward, she'd have kept her cool if he hadn't said anything like that, but he did, and to her face. Without thinking twice, she stepped down from the table, her fist balled and the tightness in her chest causing a painful ache in there while she blindly approached him with tears clouding her eyes. She'd do this one thing, then take a bullet and breath her last rather than let him walk all over her. “Hey. Get back on the table!” Scarface thundered, spinning the revolver in between his fingers to aim it threateningly at her. But her mind was far gone from the terror of getting killed as she lunged at Joel, his brows wrinkling when she raised her arm then allowed it come down on him in a resounding smack, and at the same time, double sounds of gunshots echoed in the air. Unable to fathom if it was as a result of her striking him or the gunshot, she froze to her spot. As in the blink of an eye Joel was lying on the floor, blood
“Geez, sugar girl, sometimes you joke too much.” Not even a tinge of humor in his expression, he responded, ignoring the way his traitorous shaft was stirring underneath his pants. Shit, this wasn't the time to be getting aroused. He needed to hold on to his iron control and look away from the enticement of Bailey's offer. Or was it an actual offer or a direct request? The thought filtered through his mind as they kept each other's gazes for a while. With her face scrunching up in irk, she turned away, “What gave you the right to assume I want it with you? So full of yourself, huh?” She huffed, making to get on her feet when he caught her wrist, trapping her between his knees. “Hey, stop overreacting. You're getting mad because it feels like I'm turning you down— “Turning me down?” Bailey cut in, letting out a sharp laugh of mockery. Glaring at him, she snatched her wrist back. “And who exactly do you think you are that I should feel that type of way?” She asked. R
“Oh my goodness, you motherfucker.” She cussed, getting used to the fullness inside her as it expanded her walls. Biting her lower lips, she slowly rocked her hips, getting in touch with the rhythm of their movement. “I want that soft meat slapping down my cock, sugar girl, like a motherfucker. My own, motherfucker.” He sassed, repeating her favorite slang word as he flattened his palm against the walls, giving her the free rein as usual. Moreover, stimulation came with Joe's trust, the carnal type of trust that encouraged her to take him however she wanted and bring him to his zenith. The trust that made her core tighten up at the sensation of being in charge of his orgasm at that moment. Digging her nails into his wound, she kept eye contact with him as his jaw went rigid with the sting of her touch, and she started moving up and down at a slow, unhurried pace. Meanwhile, continuous sounds of moist skin mashing together emitted in the atmosphere as her luscious thighs sl
“Look at us, baby, after all this time we find ourselves here. Aren't we inseparable?” His question accompanied an animalistic grunt as the stimulation of their fucked-up situation stirred his cock in her. Alongside, his grip on her going painfully firm, he felt for her pulse as he drove into her. “I hate you.” She whimpered, her tone breaking as a series of moans escaped her lips. As though her words ignited the brute in him, his thrusts heightened, every one of them reaching her deep and prickling her insides. It marveled her how she was still wet down there despite the searing sting. Regardless, she shamelessly basked in the depravity of getting rough handled by her cheating ex-husband. Right then all his wrongs to her dissipated into thin air, and the only feeling she yearned for was the carnal bliss of taking his hungry thrusts, driving her on a delirious journey of lust. “Joe.” Shutting her eyes, her lips quivered as warmth settled at the pit of her stomach, her thi
Ashley's POV I breezed out of the taxi that pulled up in front of my dad's dilapidated cabin, drawing an anxious breath as I shut the car door with a slow push. “Ashley?” Someone called out, and I veered my face towards her direction, the nervousness in my expression fading into a widened smile. The middle-aged lady grinned wider, her sockets popping out in surprise as she approached me with a limp gait, leaning on a cane. “It's really you, my big baby.” She sang, and I ran over, catching her in a tight embrace. “It's so good to see you, Gracie. I missed you…” Stroking Gracie's ash-black hair, I shut my eyes, nuzzling into her arms. “Blake always did say you'd come back to us. But I didn't imagine he wouldn't be here to welcome you home.” Gracie lamented, her muscles tensing up, I had no idea what she meant by that. What I did know was being hell-bent on keeping my promise to my dad that I wouldn't return to Texas until he visited my mom's grave with flowers. He shoul
Marvin's POV “Ah.” She moaned as I filled her up, deep and thorough. Then I leaned over her curvy torso, taking one of her nipples in my mouth before I started driving into her in slow, gentle, but penetrative strokes like I promised. For now. Maybe ladies enjoyed slow fucks to rough ones, but I didn't care to know. What I could make sure of was they'd feel sore for a whole week. That was my aim. I groaned into her breasts as I delivered powerful, deep thrusts in slow mo, my waist going in sensual waves with how I rolled my hips, causing me to target her most sensitive spots that had her back arching off the bed. “Uhh, I'm so full.” She was almost sobbing as she gripped my hair, pulling me closer to her nipples while I continued hitting her in those spots that made her writhe under me. “Faster, go faster.” She slurred, heaving her hips to meet my deepened thrusts. Well, her majesty's wish was my command, and my lips tugged up into a tantalizing smirk as I straightened my ba
Marvin's POV At least he was decent enough to tie a small towel around his waist. I would imagine he'd have come out naked if it were only Ashley in the room. “I don't need to use it. I'm fine.” She argued, and his gaze hardened on her. “After rubbing yourself in all that mud at the garden, you think?” He asked, and Ashley's face paled. He knew. Cain always knew everything, and the shit never got old. Watching her quietly go in, we both avoided each other in silence till she came out in a towel this time. “Get in the bed,” Cain ordered, and she got in with no question. I really needed to put fear in Ashley just like him, but I wasn't too hopeful I'd be able to make her do things using that strict daddy tone. Fuck me. “Haven't you had enough of her? So selfish.” I voiced, like we were squabbling over some toy cars, and I wanted him to know he was being greedy by keeping most to himself. “What can I do? You love to watch.” Cain shrugged as he walked past me as he crawled to
Marvin's POV Understanding what he meant, I flashed him a dirty look.“Fuck you,” I said under my breath as I left.As soon as I got into my room, I placed her on the bed, pulling the sheets over her before going in for a shower.I doubted she'd thank me very much if I helped her shower, and I didn't want to wake her up.Cain, that darn fucker.In the past, we've never had issues with sharing women, not once, but we got down on them separately.I had to break that rule today because he was getting ahead of himself by keeping her away from me, and I wasn't having any of that shit.Crashing atop the sofa, I watched the rhythm of her soft breathing till I blanked out, and the next morning she was gone.Ruffling my hair in frustration, I dragged my sleepy ass outside my room, only dressed in my sweatpants, my naked chest heaving as I barged into Cain's room to find her brushing her hair in front of the mirror.“Did you spend the night here?” I asked in a betrayed tone.Fuck, what was wro
Cain's POV To tell the truth, I was a bit stunned, but I masked it with a glare as I put the belt around my neck and buckled it.She'd been too distracted to notice the sheets had left half of her body as she tightened the sole of the buckle against my neck, her eyes growing watery in what I assumed was pain.“Yeah. I should strangle you to death and put your body in a furnace till you burn to ashes so you'll leave my family alone, right?” She wasn't asking.All this time I stayed motionless, only the coldness in my eyes making her blink tears as she loosened her grip in defeat.Leaning her head against my chest, she sniffled.“I hate you, all of you.”What she didn't know was my hate for her and her family had been fanning my desire for her all these years.Or else, how was I supposed to crave something or someone that didn't flare up my insides and kept the fire in me burning?Clasping her wrists in one hand, I pulled her with me to the bed, and in an attempt to avoid landing atop
Cain's POV “See, you knocked her out, you asshole. Why won't you take it easy?” he asked, gently placing Ashley on the bed,. Disappearing into the bathroom, he returned with a hot towel and started cleaning her up. On the other hand, I was barely panting as I moved away from her, far enough to hide my semi-hard cock. Seriously, who was Marvin trying to paint me as, the bad guy that messes up a woman in bed but can't clean her up? Yeah, that was me. To top it all, I was still hard as hell for another round, but Marvin didn't look like he was having any of my bossy takeover as he hovered around her like a worried mother hen. He cleaned her up, asking if she was okay from time to time while she lay limp, whispering and nodding her head at intervals. An amused smirk tugged at my lips as I watched him. “Since when did you care so much? Aha, you want your turn, don't you?” I asked mockingly, and he stopped what he was doing to send me a wicked grin. “There's no debate o
Cain's POV Ashley sort of gave him an apologetic look as she turned away and started stripping. Did she feel sorry for him for choosing to stay with me? Sudden age started fanning my insides, and I practically ripped the robe off, lifting her in my arms only to drop her on the bed so that she screamed in shock. “You almost hurt me!” She cried. Ignoring her words, I got in the bed after her, forcing her to stay on her fours. “I can promise you that the only thing I’ll hurt you with is my dick drilling your hole.” I said preparing myself for entry as I rubbed my tip up and down the star of her ass while she struggled to remain on her wobbly knees. Turning over her shoulder, her eyes grew wider to find Marvin still standing in the room. The moment I plunged into her, a yelp broke from her lips, her back arching to take me. Within a earshot, I heard Marvin let out some silent cuss words, marching to the door only to take a seat on the same couch I had made Ashley cum.
Cain's POV My jaw clenched as Marvin flashed one of his pained grins, and I saw how Ashley bowed her head, hiding the evidence of my cum all over her face. Maybe it was out of embarrassment or guilt, I couldn't care less. But I'll make sure she'd think better of trying to shame me after this. Without wasting time I grabbed her arm pulling her up, fully aware Marvin was watching with a displeased look, I cupped her face and she shrank back. “Wh-what are you doing?” She asked with flushed cheeks, “Making sure my cum doesn't stick to your face forever. Now let's go wash up.” I said, entertained by the way her eyes bulged in the shock of my tone. It was by far the softest tone I've ever spoken to her with, but I was sure she didn't know the game I was playing. Marvin, on the other hand, knew, and a muscle ticked in his jaw at my statement, causing me to smirk slightly. “Don't brag just yet 'cause you cheated.” He pointed at me, then balled his fist before dropping his ar
Ashley's POV On catching his movement from the corner of my eye, I noticed the belt was still wrapped around his hand, so I dropped my head. “Say it.” He repeated, and I was coming close, and everything seemed to blur out as my moans echoed. “I'm a worthless slut.” I kind of stuttered, my thighs pitching up as I rode myself to bliss, carnal bliss. “For who?” He asked, gripping the edge of the bed as if to firm his self-control, Trust me, I barely heard the questions as my first bout of orgasm hit me, and I started to gyrate over my fingers. “You.” I said in half-consciousness as I brought myself to zenith. Pausing, my fingers trembled inside me as I panted, and then the image of him unbuckling his fly became like a full-blown cinema, and I was drooling the moment his erect shaft sprouted out of his pants. Already veiny and hard as a rock, he stroked himself, breathing heavily while his belted hand reached for the nightstand wardrobe to take out a toy. My eyes widened when I
Ashley's POV Lust? Anger? I didn't know if mentioning the neighbors was supposed to change a man's iris color, so I tried lightening up the mood. “Okay, fine, I might have sleep-touched myself and all. Happy now.” I admitted it, trying to sound casual about it even if I was balling up my fists. All of a sudden, he slid his belt from his waistband, his motion so swift and smooth that I crazily thought he wanted to do the tango dance. Everything made this annoying cowboy sexy. It had to be illegal. “Come here.” He commanded, wrapping the belt around his palm till his grip firmed at a point, and I swallowed, kneading my fingers. “I was only joking, okay? I mean— “Don't waste a second of my time. Trust me, you wouldn't like what comes after.” He interrupted me, and I could see the unmistakable threat in his eyes. Having no choice, I did as I was told, only making sure to stop a few steps away from him. To my surprise, he moved away, taking a seat on the bed before kicki