“Yes, Papi.” Her words were gurgly, but it earned a satisfied grunt from him as he ejaculated his hot seeds down her throat, and she took it whole, swallowing every bit of him down her stomach as more tears came down her cheeks. The shock in her expression was lightly speaking when he pulled himself out, and she reluctantly let him go with a pop, and then he drizzled the rest of his spurts over her breasts. She was beyond grateful that she shuddered from the sensation, regretting the emptiness in her mouth. “You did so good, Principessa.” He praised, the dark clouds in his eyes, clearing a bit as he assessed her before moving away. Finally! He appreciated her, she'd didn't think she'd live to see that. “So do I get brownie points now like when you untie me because I'm numb?” She managed to speak, feeling the sweet sore ache in her mouth still palpable. A perfect reminder that she just received the best face fucking by a hunky sadist who happened to be her next-door neighbo
At her incessant nosiness, his jaw clenched up, but his demeanor still remained calm as he turned away from her, his eyes searching for his favorite gags displayed on the rack. “It's not like I'd be able to report you or write any story about the missing girl since I'm stuck here. Just in case we meet above yunno when you're done with me, I wanna go say hi.” She continued, abandoning her tray of food as she gingerly stood up, silently wincing at the sore feeling in her legs. Meanwhile, anger seared through his veins, cutting through his thin patience as she went on, “Her first name at least. Not like I really saw her face or anything.” She persisted, craning her neck from behind him to check if he actually heard her at all since he stood like a statue, his head thrown backward. “Hey, are you even listeni— Her words caught in her throat when he whirled around, crashing her against his chest; his hand grabbed onto one of her ass cheeks, and she gasped in shock. “Go lie on the
“You bastard, you're hurting me.” She cursed, Arching his brow in question, he leaned his weight on one hand while his finger slid against her wet folds, circling her clit in slow motions. “Oh really? Is that why you're not even wet in the slightest? Like a fucking dry well.” He uttered, sarcasm dripping in his tone as he watched her face contort in pleasure. “Don't shove your dick in there without a condom because I won't get knocked up for a criminal.” She spat, and he withdrew his finger from her folds, a disappointed hiss escaping her lips at his motion. When she realized it, she screwed her eyes shut in embarrassment while the corner of his mouth lifted in mild amusement. “If you read the contract right like you were supposed to, you'd have seen my test results, bambino.” He quipped, and her brain quickly did a recap. Dang it! She'd ignored a section of the contract after seeing a sloppy handwritten note at the top. That was a doctor's note. How in the hell did she
Meanwhile, her slick core tightened up, vacuuming the wave of pleasure coursing through her, and the inability to squeeze her thighs to block it out only added to the carnal bliss erupting like a volcano in her blood. Just when she was getting floated away in the heat of a hot, wet kiss, he suddenly brought a tape to his mouth, then tore at it with his razor-sharp teeth and plastered it against her mouth. His motion was so swift and clean that one moment she was tasting his moist, delicious lips, and then the next the bland taste of tape exploded in her mouth that she screamed, but it came out in a mumble. Her eyes widened as she watched him get off her, leaving her bound and her mouth sealed, and she began wriggling her body in protest, yet the cufflinks only let out clanking sounds. The force of the ties crashed her back to the bed each time she lifted her body. This was the bastard's plan all along. Make her admit to her dark repressed desires, willingly or unwillingly, t
"Don't stop, yes, ah.” She moaned sweetly, almost sobbing, as he plunged two fingers into her wet entrance, which caused a painful stretching down there. Sweet torture, they say, yet she knew this was more. With how well he was stretching her and sucking her essence like it'll be his last, wrenching orgasm after orgasm till he left her drained yet yearning for more, this was more. “Call my name again. Merde, you're so tight and sweet.” He grunted his dirty words against her pussy, blasting hot air from his mouth that burned her deep in exotic ways she couldn't fathom. “Ryder. Ryder, ah, fuck.” Her mumbled words came out breathily but desperately. Her hips were aching from being pinned down by his strong arms, yet it gave a delirious feel that encouraged the stimulation building inside her. Digging his fingers into her voluptuous hips, he nibbled, nipped, suckled, and lapped her swollen clitoris till it was glassy clean in preparedness for an incoming orgasm. He knew with
"You're not a darn ghost. Stop sneaking up on me like that.” She breathed. Yet there he was, his expression stoic on that strikingly handsome face, arms folded across his strong chest, his thick, bold legs spread apart in khaki shorts. Wait, he was wearing shorts? Who put a gun to his head? She mused inwardly. “That makes it One, Two.” He counted, and her head snapped towards his direction, her lips pursed. “What did I do now, Mr. Grumpy?” She huffed a breath, getting on her feet. Despite the evidence being there, his toolbox was left disorganized, the screwdriver and hammer he caught her dropping back, yet she still asked him. But what was her number two offense?! She scoffed within herself. “That makes it three. For thinking about escaping, calling me Mr. Grumpy, and not eating your food, you can increase the count as you please.” He said, walking past her to put his toolbox together. Rolling her eyes, she brushed a hair strand to the back of her ears. “Seriously,
Shaking her head in protest, he inserted another thick finger into her core, and she bucked her hips to take it, tightening her grip on his shoulders so that for a second she almost bored holes into his clothes. Increasing his finger movements to a ruthless pace, he pushed the salad against her lips. “Don't keep anything closed from me, Cara. I won't tell you again.” He warned, maintaining his finger pace coupled with how lustful his gaze locked on hers, she had no choice but to hook her leg over the armrest, giving him more room. “Oh, so uhhh.” She mewled, screwing her eyes shut and rocking her hips in rhythm with his hand movements. This was so wrong; regardless, her whole body was attuned to his touch. Craved it. Ruined for him. “Ah!” She flinched when he pinched her delicate walls, causing such a searing sting that exploded in her core. If she wasn't as sick as him, she'd have said it was a mortifiable sensation. But she was. When she didn't get the message, he re
The buzzing sound of the vibrator intensified that she began crying in pleasure though her sounds muffled, he could still hear the desperation in her tone. Please Ryder fuck me but I can't say it, that was all he heard. Being the sadist, in Ciara's words, he yearned to break and mend her as many times as she needed for her to embrace her truth. She craved this depravity as much as he did. Now bound in ties, with her ass helplessly suspended in the air, it became more torturous to mute her soundtrack, so she trapped the pillow between her teeth, determined not to give him that satisfaction. He'd seen her enough for that day. And even if it were her last, she'd prove him wrong. At least partially. Stroking his cock in preparedness, he busied himself with watching how her plump ass flesh vibrated from the motion going on in her core. She was hot, sore, and ready for him, the thought made his cock jerk, precum smearing its cap, and his neck muscles protruded, accentuating his dr
Ashley's POV “I think it's yours.” He pointed to my handbag, which I had placed on the next chair, and I nodded, fishing it out. As if I hadn't known it was mine. Goodness, I sure hope the caller had a hundred million dollars to loan me for interrupting such an important moment of life and death. “A minute, please.” Waving me off with an understanding smile, he turned back to his computer while I excused myself. “Hey, honey.” It was Gracie, and if I'm not mistaken, her voice sounded a bit shaky as she sniffed, and my heartbeat started thudding in anxiety. “What's wrong?" I asked Knitting my brows, I went on "Are you crying?” Running my palm down my thigh, I waited for her response. “Don't get worked up, okay. But you—you need to come home right… Stop!” I heard her scream, then the line went dead. Okay, now I'm freaking out. Reconstructing the contours of my face, I took a deep breath, managing a small smile as I whirled around and grabbed my bag. In retu
Ashley's POV Blood rushed out of the veins of my hand as the reality of what I had done hit me especially with Cain's steely brown eyes glaring at me while Marvin clicked his teeth in vexation. “This bitch just fucking slapped us.” Marvin's angry words trailed off as I hurried out of the office. The moment I got into my room, I bolted the locks, feeling a sudden surge of heat in my pores as I disheveled my hair. “What have I done?” I mumbled, hurrying over to pull down my curtain blinds since my window faced the Venom's farmhouse backyard. At a loss for the next step to take, I grabbed my handbag from the nightstand, ransacking it for my cellphone. At first I had thought I only had the one job of saving my dad's ranch. But now that the tables have turned and I found he'd kept his debts away from me and everyone else, the game has changed and the Venmos have the upper hand now. God, Gracie would be so devastated to hear the news, and breaking it to her was the last thi
Cain's POV “I don't give a damn if you're buying into what we just said or not.” I thundered, and she mildly cowered. Tossing the file aside, I continued. “But what I'm sure about is you wetting your pants when we decide to drag you to court, little girl.” I threatened. Goddamnit! I hated losing control of my emotions like this, but was I supposed to stay put when my bulge was threatening to poke out? Turning away before either of them noticed, I planted my hands at the edge of the desk, slightly hunching my back. “Come on now. I think you've overstayed your welcome.” Marvin gestured towards the door, harshness reeking in his tone as he caught her wrist, pulling her along. “Hey, hey, wait.” Wincing at the discomfort, she futilely struggled to free her arm while stumbling behind him. Just before he thrust her outside, she shouted. “What do you guys want in return?!” I didn't know if that was the right line of questioning from her, but the corners of my ears tipped
Cain's POV Running my fingers through my damp hair, I couldn't care less if my hair was all over the place as I leaned into my 'crowbait' which happened to be my retro swivel chair, like Marvin always called it, my gaze glued to the door. Every movement Marvin did as he twisted the door open, I watched on with a ticking heartbeat until her familiar, lithe figure appeared right in front of my eyes like a too-good-to be -true dream. Blame! Marvin was too slow. With the way my dick hardened as our eyes locked, especially when her pretty low-bridged nose flared up, it made me want to sprint across the table and devour her right there like a sick bastard that I was. I thought she knew how far my obsession went after that fateful night at her dad's cabin 20 years ago, but I guessed the memory was vague to her since she was quite a kid while I was the perverted teenager. “Don't just stand there, or else we might think you came for house cleaning.” Marvin jested, his poker-faced
Marvin’s POV To be honest, as I leaned into the couch of Ashley's house, my knees buzzed at how wrong it all was. Me relaxing into the enemy's couch with no protection whatsoever, a move my dad would have totally blown my head off for if he were still breathing. It took my mind back to twenty years ago when I was first invited into the new neighbor's house. The moment the door opened I was standing face to face with a smiley-faced, blue-eyed, chubby girl who guided me to her room, holding my hand while I blushed like the tiny little boy I was. Not anymore. I mean, after that first day, I had long stopped feeling like a boy from the minute my hand brushed Ashley's soft baby ass. What a little rascal I was with all my fantasies about playing with them until one eventful day, my dad banned from crossing the line of our house to theirs ever again. Back then I had thought it was the end. Maybe she'd outgrow the fat in her ass and turn skinny like in trend these days when y
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 her 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 a flower. He sh
“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 thighs jer
“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
“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. Running hi