Novel & Cerita My Neck My Back By Richard Cheese

Sarah couldn't get enough of him. She ran her hands through the buttons of the white and neat shirt that covered his thick hairy chest and they came undone. His heavily built body was very charming. Sarah fiddled with the soft hair that covered his firm chest. She saw the desire in his eyes as he moaned softly when her hand tickled his nipples. She caressed the dark smooth hair on his chest and stroked up to his thick shoulders before taking his nipples into her mouth. Richard thought that he was going to explode instantly. He had never been made to feel this way by any woman. Richard let his guard down and hungrily forced her creamy shirt out of the way as he unhooked the equally black lac

FOR F*CKS SAKE ********************** NARRATOR’S POV *********************** “I have spent decades building this company, and because that ...that riff-raff got a contract she now feels high and mighty and wants to start rubbing shoulders with me.” David rumbled on, his tie loosely hung over his neck, his shirt unbuttoned exposing the white singlet he was wearing inside.

"Richard, are you okay?" I reached out to help him up, but his grip on my arm tightened like a vice. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, sensing something off. Was he pretending? Richard’s normally sharp eyes were hazy, his jaw clenched, breath uneven. He let out a low, hoarse whisper. "I feel… unwell." Before I could pry myself free, Ms. Helen approached. "He's having a reaction," Ms. Helen announced after a brief assessment. "Richard is allergic to certain alcohol mixtures. If he drinks too many different kinds in one night, his body reacts violently."

If there was one thing I knew about Richard, it was that he wasn’t tardy. "Richard!" I called out as I descended the stairs. "Over here!" His voice came from a door near the living room. I followed the sound and stopped short when I realized where it had led me—the kitchen. Richard stood by the counter, his sleeves rolled up, carefully drizzling a rich sauce over a roasted chicken. His brows furrowed in concentration, his jaw tightening as though any slight distraction would ruin the dish. I stared, momentarily stunned. He looked like an attractive chef—a very annoying attractive chef.

I glanced up from the menu to see who was apologizing to me and I came in contact with deep blue eyes that reflected the ocean. The person before me was dressed in a chef uniform and I took my time, accessing him from head to toe. His hair was a rich blonde colour and it fell over his right eye, indicating that he needed a haircut but was too busy to get it done. He had chiselled jaws and a full lip. His muscles were defined, indicating that he hits the gym often.

No idea what happens when it’s full, but so far there’s enough for a very delicious steak dinner. Richard, or Dick as I annoyingly call him, is twenty-four, six feet tall, more lean than bulky, has short mouse brown hair with a gentle curl to it, scruffy beard, murky blue eyes and if you ask me, a somewhat rectangular head. I don’t mean that as an insult, but I do imagine if I found a large enough cookie jar I could shove his head inside. “Why do you keep needing bones reset?” Asks the Alpha with a tone of concern.

But at the mention of Heather’s name, I looked away and my expression turned sour as if I took lemon. Richard came closer. He leaned in and kissed me all over – on my neck, collarbone, shoulder and the side of my face. But I wasn’t in the mood for that. He noticed how irritated I was and backed away, wondering why I wasn’t giving in to his kisses and touches like always. “What’s the problem?” He asked like he was willing to do anything to solve that problem, and I hope he does. “Are you still bothered? I gave you my word that I won’t take peanut butter again so why are you….”

I decided to make a move, just to see what'd happen. I let my hand slide down the shoulder and to his chest, a smile forming my lips I wanted to laugh, this was the typical scene you see when boys take girls to the cinema and they try to get their hands on a girl. Richard hasn't said anything so I carry on, I know he's awake because his breathing has quickened . The atmosphere around us suddenly got really hot and I couldn't stand it anymore so I finally move my face from the TV to look at him, I kiss his cheek first then I move to his jaw and then his neck. I'm sucking on his neck when I hear him moan.

The next, a solid body pressed against my back from shoulders to hips, pinning me lightly to the edge of the counter. I flinched hard, a sharp breath catching in my throat. “Don’t scream,” Richard’s voice murmured near my ear, low and calm. “It’s only me.” I froze. He was warm. Broader than Josh. The hard plane of his chest against my shoulder blades, the solid weight of him. And lower—unmistakable—the thick, heavy press of his cock against the small of my back, already hard through the fabric of his sweatpants. My first instinct was to shove away. My body didn’t move.