My Neck My Back By Richard Cheese Novels & Stories

He tossed it to Rich, who nearly howled in delight. “Vern’s String Cheese Whips . . . no frickin’ way! Are you kidding me?” “Dig in, man.” Richard tucked his beer between his legs, pulling out his keys and using the big Chevrolet key to puncture the plastic wrap. He tore into it, grinning, at last pulling a single pencil-thin length of mozzarella cheese from the package. He held it up like a twisted rope of spaghetti, marveling and still murmuring, “No frickin’ way,” under his breath. “I haven’t tasted these in ten years or more.” He put his head back and dangled it loop by loop into his open mouth, and began to chew.

Joshua pulled himself away from Ysabelle as gentle as he could manage. “Honey, I’m going out for a bit. I’ll be back soon,” Joshua whispered. Ysabelle did not reply as she was still asleep. With that, Joshua left. Meanwhile at the door.. Richard was startled by the Richard bruise he saw on her neck. Did someone attempt to choke her? What was going on? “Richard, is your neck?” “Young master, are you planning to go out?” Richard asked coldly instead.

A tiny black thong, string vanishing between my cheeks, already damp from the morning's Jake grind. "Need a hand, princess?" Richard's voice rumbled from behind me, close enough that his breath stirred the fine hairs on my neck. I froze mid-step, box teetering, heart skipping. He'd materialised like a shadow—freshly showered from his estate rounds, hair damp and tousled, wearing faded jeans that hugged his thick thighs and a plain white tee stretched taut over his barrel chest. Early fifties, but the bastard looked forty: rugged jaw, laugh lines crinkling his blue eyes, and arms like coiled ropes from years of manual work around the grounds.

Richard said, stepping out in a white singlet and a blue check pyjama trouser. Solene turned from the counter where she served the food and ran her eyes over him. Her eyes mistakenly drifted to the front of his trouser and watched his dick swing behind it as he walked. He reminded her so much of Charles, it made her pussy clench. She shook the nasty thoughts out of her brain and continued dishing out the food. “Looks nice” Richard smiled and sat on a stool by the kitchen island. “Here you go” Solene smiled back and placed his food in front of him, she couldn't help but drool over his strong arms and toned abs that showed through the tight singlet.

They mostly take care of The Moon, because Richard is based there. Richard Walter Ghonee, a Mafia Boss The W. His handsome face, with a broad chest, broad shoulders, and a height of almost 190cm, is a very well-proportioned posture. Richard had light brown eyes, with small eyes like his father's, a sharp nose and sharp jaw made him look handsome, and the characteristic white spots were also visible on Richard's cheeks and nose. Richard loved tattoos, he decorated his neck, back, and hands with tattoos. But recently Anna noticed a new tattoo on one of Richard's arms that read ''Pure Soul Locked with Sweetness''. When Anna asked if there was a certain meaning for Richard about the tattoo, Rich

CEO. Richard froze. His hand stayed on Henry’s head. His shoulders, usually a fortress of tension, slumped for a single, fleeting second. He looked human. He looked vulnerable. He looked like a man who had finally realized that 400 million dollars in debt didn't mean a damn thing compared to a three-letter word. "Yeah," Richard said. His voice was thick. He cleared his throat and looked away, toward the trees. "Yeah, Henry. We can go get ice cream."

"You always turn on around me huh?" Richard grinned slightly. "You're so tempting to eat, baby." he also targeted Arini's neck which had no trace of red. "Especially this. I can't stand it." Arini giggled as Richard started licking the curve of her neck. "Um... Richard..." "Yes, dear?" asked Richard in between his activities. His hands not only squeezed Arini's breasts, but also gave a gentle caress to Arini's back from under her shirt. The target, obviously the bra hooks that arini wore to be released immediately. So when she unbuttoned her shirt, the bra slid right off.

I fisted my hands. The pull of the rope was noticeable yet bearable, and as he grabbed my breasts and rolled my nipples between his fingers, I strained against the rough strands with a choked murmur. “Oh, I’m not done yet.” Richard lowered his face to my nipple and took it gently in his teeth while he kneaded my other breast. He clamped his teeth tighter, and I bucked beneath him, the sheets rumpling beneath my back. Richard sat upright. “See, that’s why I’m tying you all the way down. Already, though, you look amazing.” He ran his hands along my waist before resting his fingers over the ridge that tented his slacks.

“Why did you bring me outside? I hope Asher is not going to harm her.” Chelsea said, arching her eyebrows in annoyance. “I know Asher cares about her. I’m sure he won’t hurt her. They just need to sort out their misunderstanding,” Richard reassured her, his voice calm. “What’s your name, cutie pie?” Richard asked, he smirked as he leaned against the wall. Chelsea rolled her eyes, taken back by his sudden boldness. Her cheeks burned slightly.

“Are you nervous? He asked. Rachel, who was confused, stared at him and wondered what he meant by that. “I don’t understand bro “. She told him. Laughing, Richard stretched his hand and ruffled her head, which made her frown. “Bro Richard”. Rachel called out angrily as she puffed her cheeks out. Rachel, who thought her facial expression looked angry, was speechless when Richard started laughing. “Gosh, you look so cute”. He said as he pinched her cheeks like a baby. “No need for that angry glare, it doesn’t fit you”. He said, making her pout her lips in defeat.