Fanfiction Randy Cunningham Novels & Stories

Randy moaned, cupping her innocent face with his free hand. Seeing his dick sliding in and out of his little step sister's mouth was having a profound effect on him, and he was getting close. He trailed his hand down her crotch and ran his finger over her pussy and pushed a finger in before tasting her again, causing his dick to throb and pulse wildly in her mouth, before filling her mouth with cum. Randy groaned out as he came in his step sister's mouth, not fully believing what he was doing. When he finished, he stood still for a moment with his dick still in Vicky's mouth, trying to comprehend what he had just done to his innocent sleeping step sister.

“This is crazy. We’re going home. This was a mistake.” Marcus looked disappointed but didn’t argue in front of her. Lora just smiled knowingly and gave him her number. Back in our suite, I paced angrily. “Are you serious? You just casually invited a stranger to fuck us on the first night? After five years of marriage?” Marcus watched me calmly from the bed. “We talked about this, Cindy. The psychologist said exploring could help. You agreed to try.” “I didn’t agree to this!” I snapped. “Not so fast. Not with some dancer you met at a bar an hour ago.”

RANDALL has been restraining himself for a while, and he does not know how long he will last without even being able to approach and caress... Nah! He just wants to get close and talk to the woman. He needed to talk to that author. Imagine his shock when he saw her at the mall, sitting at a white-clothed table. And there is a very long queue of book signers there. He could not believe that the light romance novelist and the hot woman in the coffee shop were one. He relied heavily on Spring Solitaire novels, thinking that the writer was easily intimidated because, based on the works, the writer was a simple creature.

The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. I pictured him saying “louder” again while he fingered me in that candlelit room. I pictured him watching me come apart on his hand and still not giving me his cock. Not yet. The thought of being denied again pushed me over the edge. My thighs clamped around my wrist. My whole body seized, shaking so hard the water churned like a storm. I came with his name on my lips—Chris, not Father—muffled against my own arm so the neighbors wouldn’t hear.

For a while, I almost forgot about Carlson. But of course, my friends wouldn’t let me off that easily. Halfway through the meal, I leaned forward, eyes looking at me mischievously. “Be honest, Randy , is there anything we should know ? Or are u guys dating?I mean do you like him.? Then Sandy came in with her delusional mind " ohh my, can't believe that just in a month my friend has become one of the hottest guys on campus. Ohh I'll die of joy. I'm already a shipper."

[Randy's POV] 'Ke, ke, ke…!' The limped figure in the shadows cackled a satisfied laugh. 'She's finally come to her senses.' Randy didn't like this, her baby girl being used as a fucking pawn by a pathetic druggie—he raised his daughter to be a princess, not some fucking rag—and a rag for the likes of a rat from the gutters. He nodded and the black suit tore open a tiny bag of cocaine. White powder sprinkled right between the dirty toes of the badly battered creature.

Randy had a sinking feeling and was then forced to sit down in front of the computer. Soon, he began flooding the chat with new comments. [They're divorced. That's it. I only ship her and her boyfriend.] [That silhouette? It's enough to kill Juan ten times over.] [No way am I shipping divorced couples.] ... Seeing these shameless comments, Randy felt his talents were being wasted. He didn't know how he had ended up being Marion's troll. Watching the chat gradually shift, Marion nodded in satisfaction. But just as he relaxed, the comments took a wild turn.

Niko POV The second I saw Randy half dead my anger took over. My mind went straight to Viv. She stitched him up and said he was fine. I should have had my doctor check him out. I don't know why I trusted she could do anything right. The doctor cut Randy open and there was a piece of a bullet in him. He removed it and patched him back up. He said he needed rest and would be ok. He better fucking pray he would be ok. I wasn't losing anyone else. Randy married his high school sweetheart and had two kids. There was no way I was telling Shelly her husband was dead. I wouldn't be able to handle that.

My cock exploded in his fist, shooting ropes onto the ground while my hole spasmed around him. “Fuck...Jordan...” He slammed in deep and came with a roar, flooding me with hot, thick cum. Pulse after pulse, breeding me raw while the woods seemed to spin around us. We stayed locked like that, breathing heavy. He stayed inside me, grinding slow, pushing his load deeper. Then the words slipped out before I could stop them. “I’ve wanted this for years, Ryan,” I confessed, voice raw. “All the fighting… it was because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Wanting you like this.”

Lewd thoughts and unquenched desire prevented Cassie from getting back to sleep. She tossed and turned because her mind raced with what went down. With the blink of an eye, her relationship with Randy had morphed into something intense and unexpected. His touch left burn marks on her flesh and the memory of his lips. Shaking her head vehemently, she tried to focus on the most important piece of information that her late-night visit revealed. Randy had an affair with Melody, and the cops knew. The shit could hit the fan, at any given moment, if they came up with a shred of evidence that pointed to Dillon meeting with the Grim Reaper.