Space Ripper Stingy Eyes の小説・ストーリー

Ryder addresses another honey-blonde man with his hair in a messy top not, clean-shaven face, and dancer’s body. “Which way is my favorite back door bandit? I got him, Frosty,” he replies with an Australian accent and suggestive wink, which makes the man beside him bristle. “Not without me, you don’t,” a scary man with face tattoos, ebony hair spiked at the top with tattoos up the side of his shaved head, and a black beard interjects. He is larger than the other guy but still has a muscular build. He has one brown eye and one blue eye. “You two will end up making out in the middle of a gunfight for grins and giggles.”

I quickly wipe beneath my eyes and sit up straighter the moment I see Ripper standing in front of me with a stick of cigarette. My heartbeat starts to pound the moment our eyes lock. He's wearing black sweatpants and a dark sleeveless shirt hanging loosely over his body, his hair slightly damp like he just got out of the shower, and for a moment I'm lost staring at his perfect body. He lowers himself and settles next to me. “I didn't know you loved… drinking.” I let out a soft awkward laugh, but it comes out shaky instead. “Not a chronic one. I just try sometimes when I need it,” I say, blinking rapidly.

Riley’s POV “Thirty dollars on pump two, please.” I slide money in the opening of the thick plexiglass. “What kinda motorcycle you got there?” The girl takes my money and fiddles with the cash register. Behind her, I notice the television flash a photo of me with a red banner saying ‘Endangered Minor’. A picture of my motorcycle pops up in the lower corner of the screen. I swallow hard and look back at her. I have to distract her until the screen changes.

he began, looking both sides at the two hefty men that held him. Both men had worn-out clothes with stitched-up patches on different places. One of them had overgrown bushy hairs on his hair and face, while the other’s face looked like a desert. Not even a single strand could be found on his head or face. The things they had in common were their hugeness and disheveled appearances. “What were you planning on doing to the lady?” the hairy one on his left boomed dangerously. His teeth were darkened with what seemed like many years of tobacco intake, and his breath stunk of smoke and decayed food.

I shook uncontrollably, putting all my strength into each hit. Cynthia's screams grew louder, and the wounds on her face were starting to bleed. Her eyes filled with terror. Blood was frothing from her mouth as she shook. "You... Let go of me, this... This is illegal… You... Will get arrested..." My jaw clenched with rage, and all I felt was endless hatred. I aimed the phone at Cynthia's eye, ready to blind her. Suddenly, my mom's anxious voice came through. "Emily? Emily, are you there... Don't do anything stupid!"

Rip grabbed her chin, digging his claws into her skin, and lifted it to look into her traitorous eyes. "Answer me. Did you?" he demanded from her, but in return, he only got a ton of tears and a trembling girl instead of a fierce warrior. "And now you have the nerve to beg for mercy." I spat on the floor just like she did earlier. "Open your eyes." I gave the order, but she refused, "I said OPEN!" Rip growled, having an immediate effect on everyone. Melody's eyes stared at me from behind a curtain of tears, tears that might have impressed me in other circumstances but not now. Neither Rip nor I fell for her false remorse. Rip turned her face towards Chase, sitting quietly in the corner, watc

Ryker grins excitedly at me. "Can't wait to see her eyes," he chuckles again. Julith pov I was dreaming of a man with blue eyes and black hair. He kept calling for me but I couldn't reach him, it was frustrating, I wanted to be with him desperately. I slowly opened my eyes and took a deep breath of air. I see Alaneo smiling at me and my stomach growls. I watch Ryker rip his wrist open with his teeth and wave the bloody injury in front of my face. I felt pressure on my gums and a savage hunger. I bite into the offered wrist and hear Ryker hiss.

My pussy was swollen and aching to be fucked. For a moment I thought about going to Zane’s place. But he was too far, and the last time we spoke he sounded tired. I could not drag him into my mess tonight. I stepped out of the stall and moved to the mirror. I stared at my reflection for a long moment. My cheeks were flushed. My eyes looked glassy with lust. I pushed back the strands of hair falling across my face and washed my hands. How do these strippers do it? Red has been working here for a long time and she moves like it is nothing. But me? I have only been here for one night and I already feel like my pussy is going to explode if I do not get fucked soon.