Rick Sanchez Novels & Stories

"Officer Sanchez, you're up!" The Latino man stepped forward, stripping off his jockstrap as he did so. His large brown uncut cock jumped to attention. His thick pubic hair glistened as if it were treated with hot oil. His balls hung well below his body. He approached Tim's hole, choosing to finger-fuck the boy before sticking his cock inside. Sanchez' rough fingers eagerly found Tim's exhausted prostate, leading to another flow of precum from the boy, despite having just dumped a load moments earlier.

He frowned, noticing my choice of name for him. I tilted my head, hesitating to ask. He had a fair advantage in both physique and appearance, with the deepest shade of brown in his eyes, pale white skin, lean muscles hidden underneath the crisp suit he wore, and fixed black hair, dark as charcoal. I had heard about him, the heir of the infamous Sanchez Corporation. The dreaded son of a father living the life of luxury, the most brutal and twisted suitor despite his looks. "Something wrong, Abby?" I hadn't noticed that he was staring at me, face crinkled in curiosity. "Nothing, I'm sorry I should go now"

I said as I began to walk towards dad's office. "I won't keep my hopes up if I were you!" Robert yelled but I ignored him. I knocked on the door. "Come in come in" I heard Dad's voice and I quickly opened door. "I'm back Da...." "Did you watch the news Ryan?" He asked immediately I walked in with my crutches. "Wha......what news?" I asked. "Alexander Sanchez, turns out he's suffering from hand tremors so his medical license is going to be revoked, he won't be a surgeon anymore" he said.

CHAPTER 12 LORENA'S POV. The awkward silence didn't make things any better, infact, it made the atmosphere a lot more tense. Silent stares were exchanged by the staff and shoppers at the boutique and you could tell what they were all thinking. The whole situation was starting to make sense now, I was a fool for not figuring it out sooner. He was Andrew Sanchez, the most sought after bachelor within and outside the country. Their influence spread beyond the borders of Mexico. The whole of North America knew him and his company. Women populated this demographic and the reason was clear; Andrew Sanchez was a Greek god.

They looked fucking delicious. He wasn't affected by my staring as he went on to remove his pants, leaving him in shorts. Did he plan to train me when he got dressed this morning? Hell, did he think we could get any training done when he was looking like that? He had a full sleeve tattoo on his right hand that I was sure extended to his chest; a snake tattoo. And on his left arm were different small tattoos, most of which were writings. "I said training, tesoro." Alessandro's voice made my eyes snap up to his. "I didn't say you should gawk."

His focus on the flames as they crackled and waved. “The Luna has arrived,” Odis announced. The young man turned around has dark skin and his black hair is puffy and wild. A firm strong jawline, thin lips, and sharp prominent nose. The most surprising thing is his eyes, brown eyes with a white cloud over them. The doctor is blind. “Good afternoon, Luna. My name is James Sylvester. It’s a pleasure and an honor to meet you,” the doctor said. “A pleasure to meet you. You seem quite…”

Greyson “Oh, yes, Sir, I’m flexible. I take yoga classes. It really helps with my flexibility.” She ran an unnervingly long red talon up her smooth, orange leg, thrusting her cosmetically enhanced tits out and continued waffling about yoga. It’s not what I had in mind when I asked if she was flexible after explaining the position involved occasional travel. Ever since I agreed to that damn interview for a vacuous gossip rag, money grabbing harlots like the one toying with her scrawny legs in my office plagued my life. I should have guessed they'd infiltrate my professional life when Mabel announced her intention to retire. And I should've known better than to mention my deep craving for a re

"Chairman, what?! That old man is useless as ever!" "Boss!" Shouted another guard, Salazar was stopped for a while and looked at the man who shouted; "Do you want to die?" "You can kill me after you hear this." Salazar stretched out his neck and gave him a deadly look; "We have found all information about the woman, and she's Sabrina Marquez, former taekwondo athlete, and Solomon's coach. She was defeated in the qualifying round 6 years ago, and her father was killed during the mafia war six years ago."

Some men loved to do that because they were a bunch of sick rapists. Hazel tried to look away thinking I was not going to approach her but if she thought that, she had another thing coming. “Alonzo,” I greeted. The man looked at me and smiled. His yellow teeth looked disgusting. I almost wanted to knock them out. Why would a rich man like him not invest in veneers? Maybe he enjoyed turning people off. “Markos—” “How much for your date?” I asked. Hazel’s eyes widened and she shook her head.

He makes me feel a lot of things that I hate feeling. I walk towards his room as I take a deep breathe to look a little confident and sexy. But as soon as I step in, all the air in my lungs is knocked out, Jake Carson was shirtless, beating the punching bag so hard that I felt like it was going to tear into half. Holy fuck. Why God?