My Neck My Back By Richard Cheese Novels & Stories

Richard just nodded as Lucas reached out and placed Richard hand on his d*ck. "Stroke that d*ck boy." Richard moved his hand up and down as Lucas pole swelled in his hands. "Remove your shirt boy," Lucas sneered. Richard lifted his shirt over his head and returned his hand to Lucas's shaft. I stared at the screen and realized that Richard's nipples, while hard, was absent of the rings which intrigued me so. I looked over at Richard, seated on the other side of the chair, the rings hanging from each bud. I really did like the way he looked with the little gold rings piercing his nipples.

I said in a loud voice moving backward_ I went back until I had my rare ward hitting my back on the wall. Richard continues to approach me, he walks in my direction, I pulled away from the wall only to have my back pressed against the wall, by his bare chest _ Richard literally had the bodies they call sexy, it was well oiled up and I couldn't even stopped myself from staring at it.. To much that Richard put out his hand and led my attention back to his eyes.. "Do you like me,?" He says dashing out a wired aura... "Eww! Of cause not," I said almost immediately I got the chance to get my thoughts together..

I cried out from the initial pain and shock, but that gave way to something else. Pleasure. raw, undiluted pleasures. Never being one to waste time, I dug my canine into his neck, my teeth coming in contact with his skin and piercing it, sinking them deep, until my scent had permanently seeped into him. I left the neck and licked the skin around it for any trace of blood. Richard came closer, his eyes glowing a vibrant gold, and licked my canines. I shiver at the sensitivity. He licked the blood off my neck and stood away, admiring his work. His initials, RW, were carved in my neck where he had bit him, and vice versa.

He stared towards me as though he already saw me stealing glances at him. "I just withdrawed it for business,I can't be that stupid to harbour such amount of money in cash" he said as though he read my mind. "I will be back" he said before dropping the opened briefcase on the bed beside me and left for the bathroom. *********** I laughed while lying on Cherry's bed, I decided to spend the weekend at her place after Richard left for his meeting. "You mean this necklace is worth ten million?" She asked for the third time,she couldn't just believed it since I told her the cost of the necklace.

But I learned a long time ago that wanting things only leads to disappointment. "What do you want from me, Richie?" "Richard." He corrects me without blinking. "No one calls me Richie anymore." I huff and cross my arms. "What do you want from me, Richard?" He stands. Moves around the desk and leans against the front of it so only a few feet separate us. He is so close I can smell his cologne, something expensive and dark, charcoal and something warmer underneath. I can see the fine lines around his eyes, the tension held in his jaw, the way his hands grip the edge of the desk like he is holding himself back from something he has not decided to do yet.

With a glass of milk, he closed the door, approached me, and handed me the glass. I accepted the glass but did not immediately take it. Instead, I glanced at Richard timidly. It seemed that Richard noticed my strange behavior. He then took a seat next to me. "Do you like Natgeo?" asked Richard while watching the cheetah galloping on the TV screen. I shook my head. "Natgeo usually helps me to get sleepy faster." Richard's eyebrows went up one side. His attention was no longer on the TV but on me. The gray irises stared at me intensely as if they were weighing whether or not to tell him what was on his mind.

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.