Standing on her toes, she cooed into his arms as she shut her eyes, drawing the essence of their kiss while she let out throaty moans. Feeling for her bruised inner thighs, she kneaded her pussy walls, and she arched into his touch, parting her thighs wider. "Workers would start coming in soon as it's morning already. Put your clothes on.” He said, breaking their kiss as a hiss of disappointment slipped her lips. When she realized she did it out loud, her cheeks grew rosy red, and she leaped apart from him, eagerly searching for her clothes. She walked backwards, her awkward manner causing him to cough out a laugh. Refusing to turn her bare backside to him, she left a trail of her clothes littered behind her. “You're acting like a kid, Ki. Don't tell me you're hiding the ass I thoroughly fucked for hours because I can see it clearly.” He mocked playfully, his piercing stare roaming over her form. Her rosy pink nipples were taut, her plump breast skin was slightly flushed, and he
“Wait. What?!” Evelyn stared wide-eyed at her best friend as the pen slipped from her hand, landing pinpoint on her foot. “Arghh!” She squeaked, flinging the notepad to the other side of the room. “Don't be so loud. He'll hear us.” Ciara whisper-shouted, hurrying over to put her hand over Evelyn's mouth. The latter swatted her hand away immediately, along with her nose flaring up, “You lied to Mason that we had a dinner reservation at McDonald's for this?” Evelyn asked in disbelief as she limped towards the window. Yanking the curtains back, she watched a large-framed guy dressed in a baggy hoodie stalk into his apartment just a short distance away. With her heart in her throat, Ciara pressed a finger to her lips, sprinting to drag the curtains closed, “Keep it down. He'll kno- “You've been watching him like a little stalker? Come on, Cee, this guy doesn't look like one of your fans. He gives off the heebie-jeebies.” Evelyn cut in, hopping on her bad foot and then coll
Ciara found her trembling legs stepping backward as her neck muscles ached from looking up at his well-sculpted face, like a freshly carved Greek god that fell from heaven. Holy cow! Now she knew why he always shadowed his face in hoodies: because GQ magazine might just kidnap him just for a feature on their cover. However, his expression was icy and unsmiling, and for a second she wished he'd just snap her neck out of anger rather than the perilous calmness and composure he exuded. “Um, I'm Cee, your next-door neighbor.” She introduced herself, flashing a bigger grin than necessary. But the hardness in his gaze only switched to a poker expression that made her skin crawl in dread. Due to the extreme focus she had on his face, she didn't realize when her back slammed against the brick walls of his apartment that the force made her wince. Meanwhile, his height dwarfed her presence as they now stood inches from each other, and she found herself holding her breath. Just whe
Dropping the watering can, she did a little victory dance in her head as she moved closer to hear his response but stopped in her tracks when his steely glance hit her. Just like glancing over a disgusting trash can and then contemplating if you should spit on it or not, but you changed your mind and decided it won't be worth your while. That was exactly how she felt when their eyes met before he jogged off. “So embarrassing.” She muttered, her cheeks reddening. Quizzically looking around to see if anyone else had been watching them, she shielded her face with the corner of her hand before bolting inside. “Universe, take my life!” She lamented as she buried her face in her closet and screamed, “I don't want to live anymore.” “Who’s not living anymore?” Evelyn's voice suddenly cut in, and Ciara jumped into the closet in a startle. Her frantic movement caused her to get blinded by the wraps of clothes over her eyes, and she slipped to the floor. “Cee!” Evelyn cried,
“Ryder?” She asked herself inwardly as her vision went black and the smell of leather hit her nostrils, coupled with the hot air enveloping her in the stuffiness of the trunk. Ryder was his name; that had to be it. Soon, she sensed the car's movement as they hit the road, and panic struck in her guts. Her first instinct was to scream and let him know she was trapped in his trunk; even though it sounded sensible, she wouldn't miss a golden opportunity like this to tail him to wherever he was headed. It was either now or never. By the way, what did she plan on saying if he asked how she got in there in the first place? He'd probably report her to the cops for trespassing. And that was the last thing she needed. Feeling her surroundings with her elbow, “Ahh!” She yelped when a screwdriver pricked her elbow as he took a rough U-turn. Did he change plans? She was about to ponder on his possible next move when it dawned on her that she had made a sound. Subsequently, t
On second thought, he didn't need it urgently. A kid was his hostage this time, not one of his usual captives that were mostly washed out soldiers -whom the Costa Nostras have cancelled- Cee, Cee, the voice in his head whispered her name like the adverse effect of nicotine that he wished the image of her voluptuous ass wasn't engraved in his memory. Peeking through her window, pretending to take selfies while she took pictures of him. Talking on the phone too loudly while she stole glances at him from the rooftop and wetting a spot in her garden for hours just to catch a glimpse of him when he stepped out. Every single one of her tactics he knew them all but pretended to be oblivious to let her get bored and move on, yet this fat-ass, pretty-faced redhead didn't seem to be budging. He loathed her for attempting to catch him off guard when he was a master of his craft. Does she think her petty reporter degree can wield enough power to unhinge him and get his ass thrown in
His hunter-like gaze penetrated into her bulgy green eyes before it traveled down to the plump of her lips, which had now become chapped from the cold. He imagined moisturizing them with his cum while the vision of her tight lips stretched out to take his thick shaft began to build his bulge. At that point his eyes roamed down to her small breast—which he guessed had taut pink nipples—down to her luscious big booty, that he had to look away before he lost all rationality. “I'll give you the golden opportunity to run off and dodge my bullets, and if you make it out without getting hit, that's your luck.” He offered, danger looming in his tone as his stare swept over her form till it landed on her behind, and he swallowed. He was a bad liar, and he knew that. She caught him kidnapping the girl without his mask, meaning this had become a two-way street. Either she died by his gun, or he kept her hostage for her safety unless the Cosa Nostra would find her, and when they did
Maintaining his composure, he ran his palm down the side of his face like a form of self-control technique before he returned his stoic stare on her. “Ignore my question one more time, Cee, and this will whip your ass instead. Now.” He commanded, his Italian accent mixing with the cruel authority of his tone that assured her this handsome kidnapper here never bluffed. “You asked too many questions. How am I supposed to remember the exact one?” She asked in exasperation, straining to keep her voice lower as the corner of her eyes searched for a defensive weapon to snatch. When he leaned forward to reach for her face, she threw herself off the bed and bolted to the door. “Come closer and I'll- she grabbed one of the empty bottles of scotch near the door, pointing it at him with a trembling arm. "Don't even think about that.” He warned, his calculative eyes watching her steps as he leaped towards her, dodging the bottle in time before it shattered against the wall behind him.
“Fucking.” He replied and at the same time, he buried himself to the hilt inside me, and I gasped, getting used to his thick length before I started moving. “You wore a tie today. What's the occasion?” I managed to ask, my mouth forming an O as my hips danced sensually on his cock. Tugging his lips up to a smirk, he loosened his tie a bit. “I thought you'd need a demonstration before you ride an actual horse, cowgirl.” He complimented me, and a coy smile spread across my face as I increased my hip movement. Giving me full control, he crossed his arm at the back of his head, and I got the cue to hold onto his tie, like a rein, as I rode on a carnal bliss that was beyond my imagination. Our facial expression of lust seemed to match as we gave each other easy smiles. “Tell me what’s your favorite part of the day.” I moaned my words, and he groaned in approval. “When I'm buried deep inside you, sucking those perky tits,” he replied. God, it seemed Marvin's foul play involv
“Fuck!” Marvin let out a guttural groan as he came. Cain only grunted in that familiar animalistic way before he bottomed out of me, and the three of us were letting our hot breaths fan against ourselves, with me trapped in the middle, looking like a naked sardine. Cain's head was buried in my neck as he slowly let my numb leg go while Marvin panted against my back. “That was fucking hot.” To be honest, I had been drunk when this whole thing started, but they had screwed the highness out of me only to replace it with a more desperate one. The high of taming the Venmos. Shoving my shyness into a dark corner of my mind, I asked, “Who wants to go again, or are you knocked out already?” When Cain raised his head to meet mine, I could see a perilous kind of stun flash in his eyes as his lips pulled up into an approval smirk. “Who's knocking who out?” He asked. “Let's find out.” Marvin chimed in as if it was some sort of challenge, and I'd love a good dare at this poin
Ashley's POV “Ouch.” I let out a whimper mixed with a moan that gurgled in Marvin's mouth as he guided my hand to his boner, helping me release his fly to feel him. “Stroke my big dick, fatso. I want you to hold me.” His breath went ragged against my lips, and then I shivered as I felt cold air sizzle in the middle of my core. That assured Cain was really busy down there, making sure I was stark naked as I felt his tongue wet my ass in hungry licks. Coupled with the soreness I was feeling as he parted my asshole, he swept his tongue down there, and I honestly thought I was floating for a second. My breathing was becoming hitched, but I couldn't give a care in the world as I surrendered my body to carnal exploration. Wrapping my hand around Marvin's hot length, I pumped him slowly and he returned the favor by unhooking my bra just to tug at my nipples as he kissed me in ravenous, deep strokes. Heavens, I could live for this. For the Venmo twins' sweet torture, savoring in the
Ashley's POV As soon as I heard the door slam shut, I hurried to sit up, my heartbeat thudding in anxiety as I dialed Gracie's number. “Finally! I've been so worried about you, honey. How are you?” Her voice sounded a bit throaty, like she had the flu or something, and I suddenly had the urge to run off and go be with her. That was the easiest and safest thing in the world, running back to your comfort zone, or someone you see as home. But that decision might come with a heavy price, and right now I needed to focus on that annual rodeo event Cain talked about. If anything, that was my only shot at getting my life back together, a safer place to call home, and protecting the ones I love. “Nana… I took in a deep breath, ignoring the soreness in between my legs. “I'm okay. I couldn't reach you the other day.” “Neither could I. Don't even ask me how many times I packed my bag to come see you, but the workers need me and— I heard a pause from the other end, and my brows drew toge
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