“I don't care who you fuck, and neither should you, right?” He obviously didn't ask, yet I stopped working for a moment, my ears tipping up to listen to what he was driving at. “But when it comes to Ashley, you better not be thinking of putting her on your exclusive list because she's fucking ours.” He asserted, a rough edge to his tone as he walked off, slamming the door behind him. Leaning into my chair, my stare glued to the door for a while as I mused on it. Marvin and I almost never had any disagreement or conflict when it came to ranch business, women, or even keeping secrets from each other because we always shared them. As much as I love them thick, I've always gotten the high from sharing the stick-leg blondes Marvin frolicked around with when I was in the mood. To be clear, I always compromised my taste for him because passing them to me was one of his kinks. Not for once did Marvin compromise his types for mine. One thing was for sure. He wasn't ticked off by
Ashley's POV “Boss!” Someone shouted from behind, and I veered my face towards the direction in a startle. The chaotic scene of me and the workers trying to block out the rain from destroying the remaining barn spaces of our ranch faded out of my consciousness as I watched him whirl around and stride towards their massive landscape of stables. What just happened? Was he going to approach me but changed his mind? What in the world does the two of us have to talk about anyway, especially not after the condition they gave me in exchange for saving my dad's ranch? Tucking the wet strands of my hair behind my ear, I wrinkled my brows as my stare glued to the place he'd disappeared into. “Ash, my darling.” Gracie called, gently shaking my shoulder, and I almost jumped out of my skin as I turned to her. Knitting her brows in worry, she helped me brush off more wet strands from my forehead. “What is it, honey? You've been standing so still in the rain.” She said, stretching her arm u
My plump bust was round and full, sharpening the C curves even without the aid of a bra, and I drew in a breath at the realization that they've gotten bigger. Living with someone who barely appreciated my worth, talk more of my body, did a number on me that at some point I had started feeling disgusted with myself. But now that it was going to save me from the Venmo twins, it didn't look as bad as I thought. Reaching for my brown nipples, I slowly circled my thumb on the base, subtly running my fingers down to my C curves every now and then till I was relaxed enough to bring them down to my fleshy tummy. Yeah—I wasn't in the flat tummy girls league, but my skin was firm, not a fiber of fallen skin. Then the image of Cain earlier retraced into my mind, and I suddenly felt a clench in the middle of my thighs, which I was obviously ignoring. It wasn't anything. Maybe exposing my skin shortly after catching a cold was getting to me, right? Who was I even asking? Yet I held my nip
“I don’t feel that good today. Can you tell Lacy that I’ll skip tonight? I have this shitty feeling that I’d puke on some asshole’s dick, if I do the round today.” Gia talked over the phone as she paced in her mini kitchen, only clad in a thong and fish net bra, she shook her ass to the tune of her favorite song, RODEO by LAH PAT booming softly from her speaker. "You have fine luck today. Lacy also called in sick. I’ll make sure you don’t get a spank on the ass tomorrow.” Rachel chuckled. “Thanks.” Gia smiled mindlessly before hanging up. She sighed, looking out of the window that was facing the direct angle of her next-door neighbor’s. Alan. She heard the landlord call him that. What a beautiful name for a mean guy. Her eyes rolled at the thought. Although she had to admit that her only reason for skipping her stripper’s job that day wasn’t just the upset in her stomach. She’d been listening for the elevator sound for some hours now. Another warning from the landlord about he
“Help me out man. Miss Valeri’s lawyers are out for my neck claiming I used the expired iv fluids during her surgery. Even Mr Neil has asked me to tender my resignation letter if I have any dignity left.” Alan lamented over the phone to Joel, his office best friend, as he paced in his living room, ruffling his hair in frustration.“I’m sorry man. Mr Neil red carded me off the case and I can’t afford to lose my job by being your witness in court. Truly sorry man.” Joel said, and the line went dead.“Joel! Hello man, don’t fucking do this to me, hello!” Alan called, taking the phone off his ear. He noticed Joel hung up and furiously dialed his number over a hundred times, but Joel’s line was unavailable.“Shit. The bastard blocked me.” Alan cursed, hurling his phone on the couch, then he leaned his forehead on the wall with shut eyes. Reliving the last surgery operation at the hospital that had inexorably led to his misery, a distressful migraine shot up his skull.On that disastro
“He really did that!” Gia cried, hurrying over to snatch her phone from the center table in her living room. Checking out the tenants' chat group, she saw photos of her last night's outfit pinned on the chat. Crazy comments from co-tenants read, *Shameless* *We can’t have our kids and this sex toy live under the same roof* *Kick her out!* The caption on her photo read *Indecent Dress Code Violated By Gia Anderson Again* Gia turned to Nancy, an aged grandma neighbor who had strangely been the only person friendly towards her since she moved in last month. “I’m pretty sure it’s that bastard again. Why won’t he let me be? This is the tenth time this week and I feel violated!” Gia growled in anger, kicking her feet in the air while Nancy laughed before sipping her tea. “Let’s look at the bright side. He’s probably too smitten by your gorgeous butt to take his eyes off.” Nancy teased. Gia thought that Nancy’s joke sounded too cheesy for a grandma her age, but brushed it off as s
“Get out before I call someone.” Gia voice was hushed as she bucked her hips vulnerable to the small circles Alan’s finger was drawing around her cunt with her arousal slimes.Tugging her panties further to gently plunge his two thick fingers knuckle deep, Gia's thighs quaked mildly as she slumped on the couch, writhing in pleasure.“Right there, I’m so full.” She purred.A smirk of victory grazed Alan’s lips as he instinctively leaned over her, caging her lips in a hot, hungry kiss.“I’ll make you only scream my name when I’m done slut. You’ll beg for my cock.” Alan said breathlessly in between hot smacks as Gia half fought to tear away from his soft lips.Yet the honey nectar he was filling her with made her toes curl, mesmerizing her being.Gosh the bastard tasted like paradise, she admitted inwardly.Panting, they stopped to lock eyes on each other, exchanging silent communication of lust.“How can I trust you’re not hiding your doctor’s camera just to capture my act and screw me
Lord, this sexy kitten, Alan’s eyes roamed about Gia’s body.Her robe straps fell loose, displaying her plump boobs as they ballooned over her chest.Her cheeks went crimson red while her lashes fluttered in anticipation. Even her creamy smooth thighs- fuck!- they were half parted in the way he placed her, he swallowed hard at her stunning sight. With his bare cock still hard rock for her, he straddled over her torso, causing his piping hot boner to poke towards her face.She almost went cross-eyed as her stare was glued on his giant shaft, inches near her lips.“Drool over my dick with that tight little mouth of yours instead.” Alan teased, in reaction to her facial expression, yet his voice was raspy with need. Reliving the clear memories of how he had pumped his cock in the shower and gotten tons of his releases while fantasizing about thrusting into her pretty pussy, a gurgle of complacency filled his throat.He had only hated how the other guys in the block were always oglin
My plump bust was round and full, sharpening the C curves even without the aid of a bra, and I drew in a breath at the realization that they've gotten bigger. Living with someone who barely appreciated my worth, talk more of my body, did a number on me that at some point I had started feeling disgusted with myself. But now that it was going to save me from the Venmo twins, it didn't look as bad as I thought. Reaching for my brown nipples, I slowly circled my thumb on the base, subtly running my fingers down to my C curves every now and then till I was relaxed enough to bring them down to my fleshy tummy. Yeah—I wasn't in the flat tummy girls league, but my skin was firm, not a fiber of fallen skin. Then the image of Cain earlier retraced into my mind, and I suddenly felt a clench in the middle of my thighs, which I was obviously ignoring. It wasn't anything. Maybe exposing my skin shortly after catching a cold was getting to me, right? Who was I even asking? Yet I held my nip
Ashley's POV “Boss!” Someone shouted from behind, and I veered my face towards the direction in a startle. The chaotic scene of me and the workers trying to block out the rain from destroying the remaining barn spaces of our ranch faded out of my consciousness as I watched him whirl around and stride towards their massive landscape of stables. What just happened? Was he going to approach me but changed his mind? What in the world does the two of us have to talk about anyway, especially not after the condition they gave me in exchange for saving my dad's ranch? Tucking the wet strands of my hair behind my ear, I wrinkled my brows as my stare glued to the place he'd disappeared into. “Ash, my darling.” Gracie called, gently shaking my shoulder, and I almost jumped out of my skin as I turned to her. Knitting her brows in worry, she helped me brush off more wet strands from my forehead. “What is it, honey? You've been standing so still in the rain.” She said, stretching her arm u
“I don't care who you fuck, and neither should you, right?” He obviously didn't ask, yet I stopped working for a moment, my ears tipping up to listen to what he was driving at. “But when it comes to Ashley, you better not be thinking of putting her on your exclusive list because she's fucking ours.” He asserted, a rough edge to his tone as he walked off, slamming the door behind him. Leaning into my chair, my stare glued to the door for a while as I mused on it. Marvin and I almost never had any disagreement or conflict when it came to ranch business, women, or even keeping secrets from each other because we always shared them. As much as I love them thick, I've always gotten the high from sharing the stick-leg blondes Marvin frolicked around with when I was in the mood. To be clear, I always compromised my taste for him because passing them to me was one of his kinks. Not for once did Marvin compromise his types for mine. One thing was for sure. He wasn't ticked off by
Cain's POV Having quickies in random places in our house wasn't a new sight to either me or Marvin, as we did it as often as we pleased. To top it all, I was well aware of his presence when I gave her final sharp thrusts, pulling out immediately before I came inside her. With a satisfied groan, I stepped away from her, tucking myself in while she instinctively dragged her uniform down, her head bowed and kneading her knuckles as she avoided Marvin's glare. I knew she'd also been aware of Marvin's presence, but she knew better than to cut my orgasm short before I was done. And to be honest I didn't give a shit if she faced the aftermath of embarrassment later on. That was her damn business. After all, getting her pay at the end of the day was all that mattered. “You?” Marvin asked with an underlying tone of disbelief in his voice as he shoved both hands into his pocket, his eyes flickering between us. I only went behind my desk, ignoring his obvious questioning look
Marvin's POV Stroking it in a slow up-and-down motion, my breaths grew bated with every minute as I shut my eyes. Coating myself in the sensation, my hand movement automatically increased with the urgency to reach that peak. Then my memory lane went down that night at Ashley's treehouse in the backyard of her father's ranch. Hazy flashes of my small lips sucking on flattened pink nipples, her giggles, and little fingers running through my hair. “Fuck.” I groaned, roughly stroking my shaft as precum coated my tip, and I got close, to the extent that my hands trembled around my dick. Beads of sweat were already gathering on my forehead as I worked myself, recollecting how tender her baby nipples had felt in my mouth. With my breathing ragged, I leaned my full weight against the walls, the iris in my eyes going up as it hit me exactly where I needed. “Ashley.” I repeated her name under my breath as my seeds jetted out. Pumping my shaft faster as my spurts eased the frict
Marvin's POV From the corner of my eyes, I caught how the muscles in Cain's Adam's apple bobbed hungrily at Ashley's words. Fucking sicko, I jested inwardly, knowing my twin well, I bet he was getting off her helplessness already. And so was I. The stiffness of my fitting jeans assured me that I was even more of a sicko, with my bulge swelling to a disturbing extent that a silent groan gurgled through my throat. Fuck, maybe I shouldn't feel the rush of adrenaline at the heaving of her chest, which I imagined two plump peaches were underneath her fabric. Right on the spot, I could outline the c cup shape of her boobs, which I was sure had pink and rosy nipples but I had to ball up my fists to keep my cool. Before agreeing to Cain's plan, I gave myself two strict rules. One, don't lose control, and I mean sexual control, in front of the enemy, lest she know she had something on me. Like my constant horniness for her. Two, make sure she always feels my hatred by remi
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 thin
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 u