All Chapters of Deep Trouble With You: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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“Fuck off!” I barked and indignantly turned away.I mean, sure, sometimes guys jerk off while I dance. Take Flick, for example. But this… this is just so stupid and shameless! And fuck me, it turns me on, throwing me into heat!He’s not really going to continue, is he?!I decided to ignore it. Most likely he was doing it on purpose to throw me off and show me he could do whatever the hell he wanted. As soon as he saw I wasn’t interested and these tricks didn’t work on me, he’d stop.I put on my best stone face and stared at the plasma screen. Inside, everything was boiling from his audacity and some kind of thrill. Like I’d just ridden a motorcycle! I tried to calm the ticklish excitement and lower my body temperature by focusing on the TV show.But hell no!Nazar turned the porn volume up, dripped lube from the little bottle onto his cock, and seriously got down to business! I could hear the sound of masturbating hands on flesh and the way the man breathed heavily and raggedly… while

62 Friends with Benefits

I woke up because I was unbelievably hot. Nazar had me pinned so tightly with his huge naked burning body that I thought he’d crush me first and boil me alive second. His legs were wrapped around mine like vines, and his hands were confidently gripping my breasts.I tried to move and felt how wet the sheets beneath us were, the skin between my legs felt tight, and my body was unpleasantly sticky from melted ice cream and sweat.Unconsciously, I looked at the bedside table where the tub of melted dessert was still sitting. I swallowed involuntarily, remembering how Nazar had flipped me onto my back, taken a spoonful of cold sweetness, and started testing the limits of my nerves.First, he drew intricate white patterns over my hardened breasts, then licked them off with his tongue, biting and noisily sucking. My arousal was growing exponentially yet again!From my breasts, the magical icy spoon crawled down to my stomach, causing cold goosebumps and hot flames in my crotch. After lickin

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“Yeah, Nastya. I’ve been home these last few days with my girlfriend, Ann,” I was, of course, outraged by that title, but for some reason it felt nice. Mostly because this beauty’s eyes widened in shock. The situation honestly amused me. “You can ignore us. Start cleaning in the bedroom. We… made a mess there.”Oh, hell yeah! The poor girl’s gonna be unpleasantly fucking shocked! That bed could be wrung out from our… fluids.“Oh please, there’ve been so many Anns here… one more, one less,” the modest girl muttered quietly while walking past me, and a smile spread across my face. So she’s got claws after all! But where she studied, I taught.Still, I didn’t argue with her. This Nastya had seriously lifted my mood, and I hurried to the kitchen where Nazar was already waiting, clearly intending to feed me. Was he reading my mind now?“How much longer am I supposed to stay here?” I asked the brunette, enjoying the delicious food. The man sat down opposite me and placed his own portion dow

64 Bet

Nazar Yartsev:Incredible!We’d already had sex several times, but the first time in the bedroom, when I went all in with my little jerk-off stunt, it was completely different. On the motorcycle it wasn’t exactly comfortable and was relatively quick. In the club, it was more like an angry punishment and a release of tension, and Ann wasn’t herself.But yesterday…When there were no lies, no playing for an audience, no discomforts and no distracting factors, it was absolutely mind-blowing! We were finally ourselves and weren’t ashamed of our desires or showing them.Anya literally melted in my hands and was flexible as clay, writhing on me like a snake. God, the way I bent her, and how I lost my damn mind over the possibilities and the pliancy of her body! We moved the way we wanted and loved, immediately showing the broad limits of our fantasies and range of preferences. My admiration had no limits, just like my endless desire. Having sex with the one you love and can’t get enough of

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The topic of unseriousness is obviously a sore subject not just for me. I threw it back at her, and I saw I hadn’t missed. With true enjoyment, I realized just how perfectly I’d hit the target.I instantly figured out how to arrange a fair “competition,” but for that kind of bet, the stakes had to be raised to the maximum. If we’re betting, then bet big. Otherwise I won’t keep her. This might be my last chance for a normal and peaceful solution to our problem.“I’m not going to be your wife!” Ann protested in a trembling, frightened voice, jumping in place immediately, though calming down slightly and going quiet. Predictable.“Well, that’s only if you lose. Or do you already feel that your strength won’t be enough and you’ll be defeated?” I wanted to bait her, push her into reckless emotions, because I wanted her! By any methods and tricks, with all her inner demons and secrets, flaws and virtues.“I won’t lose!” my little panther hissed, glaring at me from under her brows and clench

66 Great Opportunity

Anya Shumilskaya:Everything happening felt unreal.How the hell did it happen that just yesterday I was on my own, thinking how to escape from Nazar, and today I’m sitting in a pizzeria and voluntarily agreeing to babysit TWO completely unknown kids? Because if I fail at the role of mom, something even worse awaits me: the role of wife!And if with the role of mom I’m almost sure I’ll manage, then in the role of wife I’m headed for a complete disaster.I’d long caught myself thinking that I just… intentionally DON’T WANT TO BELIEVE Yartsev when he talks about love and relationships. I just don’t want to believe it not because it’s a lie, but quite the opposite.What if he means all of it seriously?Then I have even more problems.Maybe it would be better if he were lying and playing with me. Because what would he gain from it in that case? Right, to sleep with me. We’d fuck, and honestly I wouldn’t even be against it anymore, he’s damn good at it, not gonna lie. Of course, I’d preten

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“Masha, sorry for asking, but the question kind of asks itself,” I look at how the girl and the cute curly-haired boy are stuffing country-style fries into their cheeks. And they don’t look alike at all. She’s a light blonde with gray eyes, and the boy is very cute and curly, but his hair is several shades darker, he’s more tan and has brown eyes. “You’re not blood-related?”“Why wouldn’t we be?” the girl mumbled in surprise through a full mouth.“Well, you don’t really look alike. And your names. You’re Masha, he’s Lukas,” I study my family for the next two months with interest.“Nah. We’re very much related. Same dad and all,” the little one grinned. “Pregnant women just get weird cravings and glitches, especially the ones who drink regularly. So our mom didn’t come up with anything better than naming her newborn son after a character from her favorite TV show they were rerunning for the hundredth time. Honestly, I’m surprised I’m Masha and not Jade. Guess back then Mom’s brain wasn

68 Rules

Having fed the little ones, we decided to buy them some of the most necessary things for the time being, because the rags they were wearing needed to be destroyed immediately. First, we had to wash the kids, show them their new home for the next few months, and then we’d get to the serious shopping.Nazar strictly and unequivocally stated that all expenses for our bet were entirely on him. That detail wouldn’t affect the kids’ opinion in any way, because they’d be judging our attitude toward them, our care and attentiveness, and they didn’t need to know who exactly was footing the bill.In that regard, I’m not a proud lady.If he wants to pay, let him pay, the man is far from poor. After all, Nazar came up with this bet, and I agreed. What surprised me, though, was that Yartsev immediately handed me his card, saying he had several more, and with this one I could spend as much as I wanted, and not only on the kids. For me, it was wild because I had never been anyone’s kept woman and w

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“Ew! God, it stinks!” Masha complains when we started… poisoning the lice in their hair. I noticed the unwanted “pets” by accident when we were walking through the supermarket buying hygiene products for the little ones. Honestly, there was such a whole damn zoo running around in there it was hard not to notice.“Look, I get it, but there’s a huge risk your roommates might become ours with Nazar too! And I don’t want that kind of zoo! Besides, you don’t need it either.” While Masha was already covered in the stinking treatment, I was working on Lukas’s head. If Mashka was huffing and complaining, the boy actually liked having someone pick through his hair. In general, the little guy was very tactile.“What’s the point?” the blonde mutters under her breath. “We’ll catch them again anyway.”“Hey, stop grumbling,” Nazar cuts in and plants his ass on the windowsill in the bathroom of one of his bedrooms, watching the execution of the little pests. “We need to clean you up so decent childr

70 This

Nazar Yartsev:The first day, if you can even call it that, passed unusually and strangely. My place had never had such a… domestic atmosphere.No, sure, Kirill and Vicky sometimes come over with my nephews. But that happens rarely and not for long. Usually, I’m the one on their territory. After all, they’ve got a huge house, and what can you expect from my apartment, even if it’s big? It’s cold. Sometimes it got damn hot in there, but… never warm.Today, though, it felt like something had seriously changed.The kids were washed, combed out, and in clean new clothes, sitting at my kitchen island, watching with interest as Ann scooped mashed potatoes with a cutlet onto their plates, while also making popcorn to watch some cartoons later.Looks like I’m totally screwed and actually getting old. Softened up. Gone mushy.Because this picture and this atmosphere… I like it.Something weird and ticklish is happening inside, flipping my guts around. I feel like a puppy that finally found it

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