Ceo

by Ky Crossfire

  — Isabeeel! — I hear my father's voice from outside the door.

  I push Nicolas off the bed, pull the straps on my dress and adjust the bra in front of me.

  — Henrique, let them talk! — I hear my mother’s protest.

  With my body on fire, I get off the bed and open the door. Nicolas holds his blazer in front of his boxer to hide that he’s hard-on. Damn, I can't think about his dick right now ...

  I take a deep breath and embrace the actress that lives in me.

  — Yes, dad — I say when I open the door.

  He looks over my shoulder and Nicolas come closer; he still holds his blazer in front of him.

  — Excuse me, Mr. Henrique — he says, stopping beside me. — I saw that Isabel wasn't going to answer me, so I went around and jumped out the window so we can talk.

  Talk? Only if he was talking to my womb! Because his mouth was doing everything but talking. Despite the naughty thoughts, I keep my face from the landscape.

  — Dad, don’t freak out. I'll be thirty, not fifteen. So don’t freak out.

  — Do I have to remember you that you are at my house? — The question was not for me, but for Nicolas.

  — No, sir — he replies firmly.

  — Ok. That’s enough. Let's talk outside. — I interrupt them and pull Nicolas out of there.

  — We'll be back later — I say out loud.

  When we leave the farm, we walk part of the path in silence. As we move further away from home, the smell of damp earth and the surrounding trees envelops us.

  — Sometimes my father thinks that ... — Nicolas pulls me against his body and swallows me in a devastating kiss. His hands go straight to my ass.

  He squeezes me tightly.

  — Not here in the woods, no — I complain. — There’re snakes in here, Nicolas.

  He smirks and throws his blazer on the floor.

  — Certainly, there is — the pervert replies and takes off his shirt, throwing it next to his blazer.

  I’ve never met a man who undresses as fast as he does, and when I understand what’s happening, I find Nicolas already on top of me, completely naked.

  — Where were we? — He gives a half smile and nibbles on my bottom lip.

  This is enough for me to forget the dangers that surround us. Now I just want to be happy about it and enjoy everything that the Big Bad Wolf has to give me.

  He releases my lip.

  — Ah, yeah... You were going to say: I missed you, babe. - He leans on one arm and, with the other, he places the club on my entrance.

  I feel the warm, fleshy head sliding between my legs, but it doesn't penetrate me.

  Oh no... I can't believe he'll do it again!

  — Don't fuck with me... — Nicolas put his cock inside of me hard, and a cry of pleasure escapes my lips.

  — Don't fuck you? — He takes off almost everything. — But I want to fuck you so badly. — He gets it all in again, punches deep and the air escapes from my lungs in a loud groan.

  Being filled with huge cock like Nicolas's makes miseries with a woman. I didn't even know what I was talking anymore.

  — Damn, I needed this ... — I groan when his movements change from thrusts to slow rubs.

  I could feel his cock all stuck in me. Under the darkness of the starry night, he devoured every part of me. His lips drowning me in absolute pleasure that I was only able to find in him.

  We were engaged at a perfect pace.

  — Yeah, Babe, fuck me hard — I groan with my legs wrapped around his waist and my nails stuck in his skin.

  Looking me in the eye, he pressed his lips to mine and lifted my body without letting his’s body goes away from me. Nicolas sat on the clothes, and I remained attached to him. His hands slid down my dress and freed me from everything.

  Now my body was free to slide against his muscles, without barriers, without anything. Just the two of us. His hands dictated the rhythm that my hips bounced on his cock. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

  — Each part - he says between one kiss and another on my breasts — of this body- sucks on the nipple and squeezes me harder, penetrating deeper — is mine.

  The beard brushed against my breasts, making my arousal reach the edge again.

  — Only mine — he growls, licking and sucking my breasts.

  The sound of wet sex hitting flesh with flesh intensified. The smell of pure indecency that came from him made me even crazier.

  — Did you come again, slut? — He smiles satisfied. - You know what happens when that greedy little cunt gets all wet.

  — Not yet ... — I groan without stop bouncing, because my sex still trembles sensitive, every part of me drunk with an ecstasy of pleasure. I'm about to come again.

  He will kill me if we continue like this.

  — Wait... — I groan, throwing the body back little by little.

  Lying between his legs and with his cock still inside me, I purr, completely satisfied, my clit pulses so hard that maybe my heart has shifted.

  — I'm dead... — I say breathlessly.

  I feel his hands slide over my body, caress my breasts and return to my hips, then he does that again.

  — Mine — he growls low, with the club buried in my sex. In and out.

  — Yours — I mumble when he starts poking my clit, without slowing his strokes.

  Nicolas roars loudly when he came inside of me.

  My body was still shaking when he came out of me and lay down beside me, sticking his huge body to mine.

  I could barely keep my eyes open. I turned my head to his side and stared at him in silence. I could see the happiness in his eyes. Maybe it was mine own feeling reflected in those two blue pools that he has.

  — What?

  He gives a small smile.

  — Nothing. — The smile on his lips widens.

  - Damn you, Nicolas, you know that it’s not polite to look at someone's face after having sex and keep laughing like that — I complain.

  I try to remember if I made a noise that I shouldn't have, but his smile both distracts me and irritates me.

  — Say it, man — I say.

  — Nothing, babe.

  Ah, ok... I understood! While he fucked me, I ended up calling the bastard babe, but it was a lapse, you know, but nothing went blank for Nicolas.

  — Don't even think — I mumble. — You won't be calling me babe.

  — And what would you prefer me to call you? Honeybun?

  I nudge him in the chest, and he laughs.

  — After such a fantastic fuck is this what I get?

  — Try calling me again. Just try it — I threaten.

  — Otherwise… — He pulls me against his naked body and sticks his forehead to mine. — Do you want to fight, babe? I'm going to fuck you again to make you very calm, hinny.

  — Nicolas, before I forget, go fuck yourself!

  He laughs out loud and kisses me, covers my face with kisses and settles me on his chest.

  I yawn and look up.

  — Aren't you sleepy? — I yawn again.

  — I will not sleep. — He keeps one arm over me, and the other hand plays with a lock of my hair. — The last time I slept, you left. — I feel a twinge of resentment in his voice.

  — You can sleep, Big Bad Wolf, I'm not leaving this time. — I yawn one last time before closing my eyes.

  I wouldn't run away again. My body needed him, but my heart needed more.

  Chapter 24

  Nicolas Reis

  With my heart hurting do bad in my chest, I can't help smiling. I can't sleep. I can't sleep now, not after what she said.

  She is finally mine!

  I took her the soft, dark hair to my face and took a breath. Her sweet smell is now in me.

  The first rays of morning begin to appear between the treetops. I can't resist and wake her up with a kiss. Her lips are full and well-drawn.

  — Um ... — she murmurs with her eyes closed and turns her back to me, wanting to conti
nue sleeping.

  I take a good look at the rounded ass, and my warrior is already on duty. I stand on my side and bring my body closer to hers. I rub my erection on her ass.

  — Breakfast time — I whisper in her ear and nibble on the back of her neck.

  — Fuck breakfast time. — she curses while still sleepy. — Climb a tree and eat a fruit.

  I pull her hips with my free hand and brush my cock against her skin.

  — I'm not really hungry for fruit. — My hand slides to her smooth and soft pussy. I touch her clitoris, rub it slowly, and move my fingers down to her warm, moist entrance.

  She moans, and I increase the rubs.

  — In this position we are in — I bite her shoulder and deposit a hickey there, — It's very dangerous for you. It’s difficult not fuck you. I can be very gentle.

  I take my cock and position it in her ass just to provoke.

  — Imagine my cock entering in this tight ass. — I feel the dick throbbing. — I promise I'll do it slowly.

  — Don’t you even think about it — she says and tries to run away from me.

  I move faster and get on top of her, naked.

  — Calm down, hinny. — I say to her, and my hands go straight to her back, I massage her and squeeze her body until she moans softly.

  — It's almost morning, you bastard — Isa fights. — I have to work in a little while.

  My hands slide down her back, and I continue to massage her body and my dick was thick and ready to fuck her again.

  I lean over and nibble on her back, spreading kisses and bites.

  — I didn't hear anything after the word fuck — I joke and bite harder.

  — Ah... damn it, Nicolas - she curses me furiously. — You'll take a piece off me!

  I run my hand over her sex and feel her pussy even wetter.

  — Well, I think you're enjoying it. - I take my finger to her lips and pass it in her mouth. — Suck it.

  — I'll rip your finger off.

  I put my cock inside her cunt, and she shudders under me.

  — What were you saying, babe?

  Isa's pussy is fleshy, hot and tight. I have to make a huge effort not to come too fast.

  — Ahh ... — she moans loudly as I punch deep inside of her, until my balls brush against her entrance.

  — Yeah, babe. C’mon... — I praise when I feel her pleasure melting my cock. — Now suck and taste that sweet pussy.

  Isa sucks on my two fingers with her taste, and her hips follow my movements, a sensual dance. Almost choreographed.

  I grab her and put her in dog style. My hands grip her full breasts when I lie down over her, and I push harder, succumbing to the desire that runs throw my veins.

  I stifle a roar of pleasure by taking another bite on the her back. Isa comes with me in a unique sync. With a sore cock, I slowly step out of it and lie down on our clothes scattered on the floor.

  She gasps as much as I do, and looks at my naked body.

  — Do you want more? — I tease.

  — You better get your clothes on, you pervert. — She pulls the dress out from under me and gets dressed. — If my father sees you naked like this — she pauses and looks at my semi-erect cock — there will be once upon a time Big Bad Wolf without a cock.

  I pull her to me, and she falls over my chest.

  — I can’t believe you would let such a thing happen to the warrior. Not after he swore to be faithful to you without even consulting me.

  — What do you mean? — She gives a half smile and suspicious question.

  — I'll tell you some another time. — I try to talk it out.

  She gets on her knees with an open smile.

  — Spit it out, you naughty dog. What is about this story of fidelity? You started now you finish it.

  I get up off the floor and get dressed quickly.

  — Did you see my shoe? — I ask.

  — It’s in your ass, Nicolas. Now stop the bullshit on and tell me. — Isa stands with my shoes hidden behind her back.

  I breathe in and wear the last remaining piece, the white T-shirt. I dust some dry leaves from my clothes and take a few steps closer to her.

  — Remember that day you saw me with some girls at the pool? — I ask.

  Her smile disappears.

  — Yeah, I don't even want to remember that. You're trying to make me jealous; well, for your information, it didn’t work. — She pushes my shoes against my chest with anger on her face.

  I take her by the wrists and pull her into a hug, keeping my forehead on hers.

  — Can you stop doing this and hear the fucking story?! — I complain and smile. She manages to look even more beautiful when she is pissed with me.

  — Hmm... So tell me and save me from the part with those bitches — she mutters which only makes me want to kiss her all over again.

  — After our first night, after you went crazy saying that nothing had happened, I called some models to make me company.

  — I told you to skip these parts, dammit!

  — But there it is, nothing happened. When you went upstairs, I went to my room. I wanted you to hear all of them groaning, but I couldn't do anything.

  Her eyes widened, and her dark eyebrows shot up in surprise.

  — The truth is that I couldn't get the scene of you crying in my chest.

  Isa looked confused.

  — That day we went to the weir and you got hurt by something, remember?

  She nibbled on her bottom lip and a smile started to grow on her face.

  — Yeah...

  — It was hard to make you understand that I was always yours and, you like it or not, you were always mine.

  Isa stands on tiptoe and kisses my lips. Her hands touch my beard, and she looks me in the eye.

  — Yes, Big Bad Wolf. I'm sorry to say, but you were wrapped on — she laughs.

  I was there, opening my heart, and Isabel is making jokes. I tickled her back, and she laughs hysterically.

  — Let the world know! — She screams, falling to the floor again as I tickle her everywhere. — Attention, bitches — she laughs until she almost loses her breath — the warrior is taken! — She laughs out loud.

  — Isabel! — Henrique roars, and we interrupt our little game.

  My father-in-law is mounted on the brown horse. On his face, I can see the expression ‘‘I hate you, son of a bitch” is addressed to me, of course, followed by “what the fuck is happening on my propriety?”.

  I put my shoes on and stand. I reach out to Isa and she stops by my side.

  — Yes, dad?

  Henrique glares at me, and his expression softens slightly when he looks at his daughter.

  — Don’t you have deliveries to do today? — The voice sounds like a whip. — They are already calling you and charging orders.

  — Oh shit — she mumbles as if she forgot something important.

  — And you, Mr. Reis, don't you have a job on a Monday? — I can drop you off at the airport to catch the first plane to Rio today.

  — Daaad! — Isa exclaims.

  He is as subtle and delicate as his daughter. I smile.

  — Thank you for your concern, Mr. Brandão. Your daughter and grandchildren will not be in need. I can afford an extended vacation.

  Her elbow hits my ribs.

  — Grandchildren… You wish! Don't talk shit so early in the morning - Isa scolds me. — We meet you in a moment, dad.

  If there was any trace of humor in old Henrique, it was gone when I mentioned the word grandchildren. The horse trotted, taking him out of our sight.

  Isa Oliveira Brandão

  After taking a jet shower, I wear a pair of frayed shorts and a loose-fitting tank top. Hungry and with a crushed body, I couldn’t barely walk after the huge doses of animal sex with Nicolas.

  When I got to the kitchen, he was helping my grandmother with the sweets. His hair was tied in a loose bun at the top of his head, and his blue eyes were focus on putting the lit
tle sweets organized in the packages. Those huge hands, of man as crude as he, was no use in handling delicate things. It was hard to imagine Nicolas, as the imposing CEO of a modeling agency, he was more like a lumberjack, the kind that we cry just looking at, you know? His muscular, broad arms, his athletic sill under his shirt.

  Oh ... If my grandma wasn't in the kitchen, I think I would jump on him again!

  — I’m here working hard with Mrs. Isaura and the pretty girl was taking a shower and resting… — He smiles.

  I make a ponytail and attach it with an elastic band I have on my wrist.

  — Grandma, you don’t have to do this. — I squeeze her while she shreds the chicken for the savory. — You have three hundred years and needs to rest.

  - Three hundred years is yours ... - She signals her hand and gives a toothless laugh.

  — Oh, forgot you are a badass. So work up to keep that mind busy. — I slap her ass and grab an apron.

  — The smell of the sauce is delicious, Mrs. Isaura - Nicolas praises and puts one of the little mango boats in his mouth. He chews and swallows fast.

  My grandmother smiles proudly.

  - Doesn’t Isabel cook for you there? — She wipes her hands on the dishcloth attached to her waist.

  — Not really — the jerk lies in the tough face.

  I narrow my eyes at him.

  — You’re such a liar.

  — No, Mrs. Isaura. I said the truth. I think I even lost weight. There was a time — he complains to my grandmother — that I got sick after eating some donuts she made.

  — Ah, you are an asshole! — I curse. — Just look at you! I think even the gums in his abdomen are starting to disappear and soon that six pack will become a washing machine.

  — Did you see how she treats me, Mrs. Isaura?

  In just under two hours, thanks to my “helpers”, I am able to finish my orders on time. I take my mother's car and drive, explaining to Nicolas about my new routine.

  — And you do this every day? — He looks amazed.

  — Yeah, uh, do you think money falls from the sky? — I say, keeping my eyes on the bumpy road. — I like what I do. The most boring part is to do the delivery, but I have to be grateful for the daily orders.