My Neck My Back By Richard Cheese Novels & Stories

He gritted his teeth and shook hands with Richard, agreeing to his proposal. Richard smiled with satisfaction. When Hazel walked over, he looked at her innocently and said, "Thank you, beauty. You're the best to me. Mwah!" Steve shuddered at the sight, feeling like Richard had split personalities. Fortunately, Richard didn't say much more, and the three of them sat at the same table eating instant noodles, creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere. However, this warm and harmonious scene was so annoying to Jack, who had been standing there for several minutes.

She didn’t hear him until it was too late. “Morning, Maya.” Richard’s deep voice rolled through the kitchen like thunder wrapped in velvet. She spun around so fast the shirt flared open for a heartbeat, giving him a full view of her heavy breasts and the dark, slick seam between her thighs. He stood in the doorway wearing nothing but low-slung gray sweatpants and that predatory stare. Salt-and-pepper hair still sleep-mussed, broad pale chest bare, the deep V of his hips disappearing into the waistband. The thick outline of his cock was already half-hard against the soft fabric.

I craned my head backwards and moaned even louder, wrapping one arm around his neck to support his position. His other hand got busy with my second nipple. My breasts were not too big but they were big enough and most people marveled by how firm they stood. He pulled away and I reacted with a disapproving wimp. He took his shirt off, revealing the tattoo of a lion's face right in the center. He grabbed my waist and pulled me down as he lay on his back while I lay right on top of him. We resumed our kiss, his fingers running through my hair. It felt like a long lost bond and we had seen each other again after a while.

Chelsea nodded and left. I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes for a moment. Richard was up to something. And if he wanted to play, I’d show him exactly why I never lost. But if he thought he could toy with me? He was in for a surprise.

Chester wasn't that strong; he wouldn't be able to lift my dead weight without help. "Yeah, come on, you have to get up." Richard tried to pull me to my feet, but my body threatened to collapse. "Why?" I groaned as I finally convinced my eyelids to open up all the way. Richard's face was unshaven, his hair was a mess, and he wasn't dressed for work. He seemed frantic; his eyes, movements, and breathing made me want to puke. "What's going on?" I finally was able to slur together a sentence.

His double chin wobbles gently as he speaks, “Sorry, I don’t have much time. Are you a friend of George and Celine?” Nate narrows his eyes, “I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about… Who are you?” The man nods, smirking. “Of course, I’m sorry. My name is Richard, Richard Tatton. Does that help?” Nate raises an eyebrow then nods, “Then yes, I know them. Why are you here?” Richard sighs with relief and passes him a small package wrapped in plain brown paper with white string holding it together. He was being very secretive. “And this is?” He rolls his hand,

Richard asked and I shrugged . “ No ! I’m allergic to cheese “ “I just remembered that , Didn’t I ?” I smiled and Sarah burst into laughter . “ Yes honey … That’s a good one , We will get you to London in no time “ Sarah said . “ What about pasta ? You aren’t allergic too right” Richard teased and i laughed . “ Pasta … That was Luke’s Favourite meal “ I smiled like I didn’t just remember another name .

- Dean giggled, nuzzling his small head in my arms while he stuck out his tongue at Richard, acting all spoilt and terribly cute. I stroked his soft, blonde curls, glancing over at Richard - he had his sleeves rolled up, revealing his strong arms and his laced, black shirt had a few buttons undone..... revealing his chiseled collarbones and fair skin. He lowered his lashes, trying to conceal his fleeting emotions but his lips twitched in displeasure.

“I’ve got it covered. But you can help Tommy with the cheese if you want.” Richard nodded, turning to Tommy. “Come on, buddy. Let’s get that cheese ready.” Tommy’s eyes lit up, and he ran to the fridge, pulling out the block of cheese. Richard helped him grate it, the two of them working together in a way that made my heart ache with love. I watched them for a moment, the sight of Richard being so gentle and patient with Tommy bringing back memories of when things were simpler between us. As I drained the pasta and mixed in the sauce, Richard came up behind me again, wrapping his arms around my waist. He rested his chin on my shoulder, watching as I stirred the pot.

I fell backward, lying on the ground, my upper body almost paralyzed. Richard approached me slowly, like a messenger from hell with a scythe to take my life. I had heard his reputation long ago; he was a violent maniac. Once he has identified someone, he must torture that person until he dies before he stops. It looks like I'm about to meet my parents. Richard sat down, grabbed my hair, and pulled me up. The entire weight of my body was pulled up, causing my scalp to hurt like it was about to tear. Suddenly he stopped, his eyes fixed on my neck, then brought his head close to my ear. “Your neck is so smooth.”