by Ky Crossfire
He presses my body against his hard cock and, damn it, I already want it again!
— C’mon here, babe. — He nibbles on the back of my neck and sucks on the freshly bitten spot.
My aching cunt throbs and I feel the moisture soak my panties.
I hear the sound of the television being turned on in the living room and I try to push him, but God only knows how difficult it is to stop a man the size of Nicolas.
— No. Not here — I whisper as he reaches inside my dress, sliding his fingers over my throbbing sex.
— No? — He reaches my ear and growls just for me. — Let's go over there.
His fingers move fast, and he sticks two fingers in, making me gasp.
— Nicolas - I groan about to come, but he removes his fingers and shows the stupid smile on his face. He brings his luscious fingers to his mouth and sucks them.
— I will understand that it as yes. - He pulls me behind the huge hose, already loaded with fruit.
For our luck, the only light in all the darkness is the one that comes from the farm.
— Are you crazy?
— Yes. — He opens his pants and his erection jumps rigidly out of his underwear.
My hands slide over the muscles of his broad back, his skin sets fire on my body each time he touches me. Nicolas pulls my panties aside and groans in my ear when my sex involves his cock and he slides deep inside me.
Shit... Nothing in the world can compare to the feeling of being possessed by Nicolas.
— This is your fault — he says as he strikes hard, making my back scrape against the trunk of the tree each time he punches deeper inside of me.
His hands press on my hips, pulling my body to his cock. In and out, fast and good. An insane rhythm makes me want to scream with pleasure, but I bite him to stifle my desire to scream and moan loudly.
— Fuck, babe, come on my dick — He demands and I feel that he is on the edge, just like me.
— Now... — I moan softly, and he devours my mouth, penetrating me hard until we come together, shaking, hostages to our own desires.
He whispers with his mouth almost glued to mine:
— I love you.
— I know - I say quietly.
I kiss him slowly and without haste. I feel his hand pull my hair.
— Mine — He nibbles on my lip. — Just mine.
— Only yours. — I slide my nails down his back, and he smiles with satisfaction.
Nicolas comes out of me and pulls his boxer briefs up, then zips up his jeans and buckles his belt. Down the hem of the skirt to just above the thighs.
— You know you can only wear that dress for me. — He smiles, looking at my body.
— Oh, ok. You wish — I mock.
I take him by the hand, and we walk through the darkness.
— I'm hungry. — I say.
— Me too. — He stabs at the entrance to the house. — But I can’t stay any longer.
I feel a wave of sadness come over me.
— Why? Did my dad say anything?
He pulls me into his arms and caresses the contour of my face.
— Earlier today you said you could stay away from the company as long as you wanted cause you are the CEO. I thought you would stay longer.
He smiles and kisses me.
— It wasn't your father fault. I wanted to stay longer, but I remembered that I have an urgent appointment tomorrow morning.
— Um ... — I pout. — It seems that you’re running away from me.
— My schedule is full this week. I have to find a woman nurse and doctor to be on duty while you are on the runaway.
I walk hard on his foot, and he laughs.
— In your ass, Nicolas. That's why you want to leave now, you bastard — I say furiously.
— No. — He smiles. — But it's good to know that I'm not the only one jealous of this relationship.
He kisses me again, and my heart gets small when I know that I won't be seeing him for days. I sink my fingers into his hair and open my mouth wider to welcome him, so Nicolas devours my mouth one last time that night.
When I woke up the next morning, my whole body ached. The day before, I overdosed on Nicolas and now I would have to resume my routine without him. I sighed in bed, remembering how he possessed me, chaining me and putting me hard, wow... Just remembering it was amazing.
I went to the bathroom, washed my face and hands. I opened the bathroom cabinet and froze when I saw that my contraceptive pack was empty.
— Oh, shit ... - I curse under my breath.
Calm down, Isabel. There's no reason to panic. You have been taking this shit for centuries. A day without taking will not make you pregnant. Or will? I was freaked with the remote possibility. Kids? Several hairy wolves running around the house. No, it didn't even cross my mind. God was not going to make such a thing with me.
I went to the kitchen thinking that this wasn't my first day without taking the pill. It was the third, damn it. Third day, fuck! I couldn't be pregnant, or could I? My period had not come yet, but it had never been regular.
— No more good morning for grandmas — my grandmother scolds and takes a sip of freshly brewed black coffee.
— Huh?! — I say still immersed in my thoughts. — Oh ... Hi, grandma. What are you doing?
— I'm checking the orders that the sleeping beauty has for today.
I look at the chocolate all already organized in the box.
— Ah, thanks... That's why I love you. — I kiss her on the cheek, and she laughs without her teeth.
— You don’t ... You love that showy hairy man who was here yesterday.
Am I that obvious? Well, she was right about that. I hope that's all she is right about.
I laugh and get a cornbread still warm.
— Where's my mom and dad?
— They left just now - she says, passing a little butter in her hand to start rolling the sweets. — Your father went out mumbling something about the clothes still being good.
For my mother, she would live inside the mall, despite of her age, she kept walking around and buying beautiful stuff, always. My father didn't care about any of that. A thick and aloof pawn, it was funny to see the two of them together, so different from each other and, even over the years, they were still in love.
I heard some horns and my heart raced in my chest. I knew that sound from a distance. I set up a run out of the cottage, already knowing what I was going to find.
And there it was, the paint peeling in places, but the engine roared steady and strong.
Little Carol!
It didn't take even half a second for my beam of happiness to break, all I had to do was recognize who was standing next to Rico with a wrinkled nose and disgusted face that I identified from a distance.
Oh no! What is this bitch doing here?!
Chapter 28
Isa Oliveira Brandão
What was this bitch doing here? Rico, how can you bring this bitch here? Rico was the first to get out of the truck. I walked over to him stomping hard.
— Hey sis. — He supports his sweaty arm in the bodywork and smiles, arching his failed eyebrow. — Liked the surprise?
— Sis’s your ass, Rico. Who said you could use Little Carol to transport your whores?! — I hit him on the arm, but he doesn't care.
— At the very least, thank you for driving from Rio to here. — He laughs.
— Listen, Rico, don't tease me now.
He runs his hand over my head and slays me even more, as if we were still children, and that puts me off to the extreme.
— Calm down, shorty. It's too early to fight. — He leaves me talking to myself and goes inside the farm.
— Come back here, Henrique Brandão, I'm not done with you yet! – I shout.
Rico ignores me and disappears into the house.
— Hey, fatty! — Diana calls me.
Fatty? Oh really? I look at her without hiding my anger.
— Can't you he
ar me calling? — asks impatiently and keeps a small makeup mirror inside the bag.
I walk around the truck and stop in front of the door.
— Go get Nick for me. — She fanned herself with her hand. Long, well-done red nails fluttering in front of that ridiculous blonde. Okay, I’m lying, she was not ridiculous, she was by far one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen, the fine and delicate features, but her arrogance and the fact that she was there for my man made her extremely unbearable.
— What? — I said. — I don't think you know where you are.
Diana raises her glasses on top of her head, settling in her platinum blonde hair, and her thin lips tighten in disgust.
— Yes, I know. I’m at the end of the world, wasting my precious time talking to a big-breasted, shameless domestic maid. And, thanks to your ex-boss not being able to see a walking pussy, I'm here to remind you that he has commitments. Not that you have anything to do with it, since you're just one more woman in the many ones that have passed in Nick’s bed.
— Get out of the car — I demand. — Get out of the car and say it.
I pull the metal latch and open the door wide.
— Come down, bitch. I grit my teeth and shoot him with my eyes. — C’mon!
— With pleasure, but first, go get Nicolas. I don't intend to sink my Louboutin in dung and mud.
Louboutin? What the fuck was she talking about?
Diana stops fanning herself and opens the bag, letting out an irritated sigh.
— You have three seconds to get out of my fucking sight, skinny. Or I swear to God I'm going to rub your sick face in shit.
She takes her cell phone out of the small bag and murmurs.
— How far did you go down, Nick ...
Well ... I told you so!
When I realize what’s happening, my fingers are already hooked in her hair. I grab tightly, and she screams, holding both hands up, trying to let go of me.
— Ah... stop it — she screams hysterically.
I pull her out of the truck with slaps and tugs of hair.
— You’re crazy. Stay away from me. — She falls off on the floor.
The nude dress as opposed to the salted needle sandal is filthy on the ground.
— You’re totally crazy. Wild! It won't be long before he gets tired of you.
I hook my hand again in her hair and drag it across the floor as she screams and screams.
I fall to my knees and continue to slap her, my palms and fingers burn with the impact, but I don't stop.
— Nicolas — Slap — Is — Slap – Mine. — Dirty bitch — Slap.
— Stop it! Stop, stop! — She tries to defend herself by covering her face, but I scratch her as I can.
— You will learn not to mess with my man — I yell, holding her wrists, she pushes me and crawls out, all embarrassed.
I chase her and do what I promise. I grab my hand through the fine blond hair and stick my face in the cow's shit. Of course, to my dismay, I can hardly enjoy revenge, because I feel my body being lifted off the ground with ease.
— Shit! — Rico speaks. — Are you both crazy?
— Let me go, you jerk! — I try to kick him and pull his hair as I can. — Who sent you to bring this bitch in my Little Carol?
— Henrique! Isabel! — Our father's voice roars, and we freeze.
Rico puts me down, and I gasp furiously.
— What's all the fuss about?! — he growls next to my mother.
With her clothes torn, Diana gets up and staggers green in the fresh cow shit.
— Henrique, take your friend back to the city, and you, Isabel, don’t you have no work to do? — He looks at my mom. — Take Isabel inside and give her something to calm her nerves.
My mother leaves my father's side and leads me peacefully without saying a single word.
— Go take a bath, Isa. I'll take a change of clothes for you, baby. Cold water bath to calm this hot head.
I go into the bathroom and leave my dirty clothes over the sink. I follow my mother's advice and let a cold shower to calm me down. What audacity for that slut to come to my parents' house and talk that way with me? She deserved every slap and scratch. That thin bitch deserved much more.
It is true that I was not a calm person, from what you have already realized, I am not the type that take shit home, but I had never been caught in the hair with anyone, only in childhood and as a teenager with Rico and Nicolas, but no one else besides them. I wanted not to be shaken by the poison it had distilled.
"It won't be long before he gets tired of you."
“You're just one more woman in the many ones that have passed in Nick’s bed."
That was on her, nothing more. Nick couldn't be faking it all. I closed my eyes and let the cold water roll over my hot skin. I turned off the shower and took the blue towel hanging from a hook attached to the wall next to the shower. I curled up and left. A change of to clean clothes that was on the toilet lid, and my dirty clothes were no longer on the sink.
Already dressed and with damp hair brushed and braided back, I went to the kitchen and focus in my work.
— I don't know how it happened — my grandmother says. - In one minute she was here and in the next, she was just shouting. I think it's because of the hairy.
— You think? — My mother takes one of the sweets out of the box and eats. — I have no doubts.
I go into the kitchen and sit down at the table.
— Did Rico take that bitch away?! — I say and pull the jar of butter to myself, to grease my palms and finish rolling the remaining sweets.
— Isabel! — She scolds me. — Mouth!
— Oh, mom. Don’t start today. I’m not in a good mood.
— Yes, we all have noticed that — she replies. — I'm going to calm your father down, you know how angry he gets when he has to go shopping. That one hour at the mall was almost torture for him.
She walks over to me and kisses me on the top of the head.
— I want you to think, Isabel, you’re not a kid anymore, you know very well that your actions have consequences. What if she decides to sue you for bodily injury? What will you do?
— I thank God for giving me a lawyer mother? — I say.
— You’re just like your father — she amended.
— But it wasn't Henrique who beat Zira up like that.
— She deserved it! — my mother defends herself.
— And Diana too. Every slap. Especially having her face rubbed in the cow's shit.
— I think I'd better talk to Matty.
Uncle Matty?!
-—Do you not go a day without speaking? Please don't say anything to him. He'll end up telling Nicolas and ...
— He's much better at penal than me. If that woman really sues you, you'll need a good laywer.
— She won't sue me — I say.
— And how are you so sure of that? — My mother crosses her arms.
— Nicolas won't let her.
— Hum... If you say so.
When I finish packing the last hundred’s sweets, I take a break for lunch and go to lunch, you know, right, as my grandmother says, “an empty bag won’t stand.” I eat my meal alone, sitting on the first step of the porch.
I get distracted watching the chickens scratching and picking up some stray corn on the ground. As soon as a motorcycle courier arrives, they all run scared by the roar of the motorcycle. He parks the bike and gets out. Lift the helmet visor and take a box out of the compartment at the rear of the motorcycle. He looks at the sheet attached to the box, then looks at me.
— Good afternoon!
Only if it's for you, because my day sucked so far.
— Good afternoon — I say, dropping my plate on the step and walking over to him.
— I have a delivery for... — he looks over the sheet again to make sure he read it correctly — Hinny Brandão.
I roll my eyes.
— You can deliver it to me — I mumble with a pan
face.
— No, lady, I have express orders to deliver this only to Hinny Brandão.
— I already said it's me. — Nicolas, you’re gonna pay a lot for this, asshole. — I'm Isabel Oliveira Brandão, but the sender's bastard calls me a hinny, satisfied now?!
The courier delivers the order to me, and I sign on his cell phone with a special pen.
— Thank you. — He seems to be holding back a laughter when he hands me the package.
As soon as he gets on the bike and go away, I pick up the plate on the floor and, with a long stride, I place it inside the sink. With the mysterious box under my arm, I run to my room. I sit on the bed cross-legged and rip the cardboard box as fast as I can. Soon I come across a smaller box.
Had he bought me another iPhone?! I removed the lid of the small box with the Apple symbol on the front and picked up the new device. The screen lit up at my touch and, unlike the previous one, as a background image Nicolas had placed his own photo. The phone vibrated, and the Whatssapp screen opened.
There was only one contact saved in the app, Big Bad Wolf. I laughed out loud.
Big Bad Wolf: Hi, Babe.
Me: Nicolas, you have to stop wanting to buy me things! I won’t accept another iPhone!
He types a message ...
Big Bad Wolf: I broke everything after I saw the messages you exchanged with you know who.
Logan... I hadn't spoken to him since the day at the beach. I had to apologize in person.
Me: Whatever, Nicolas, I don't want you to be buying me expensive things.
Big Bad Wolf: Who said it was expensive? I bought it from a street vendor in front of the airport ...
Me: Um... I know ... I'll pretend to believe it.
Big Bad Wolf: The cell phone is for a good cause. I can’t see any other way to receive nude photos of you so I can wait until Friday?
Me: Nudes? You're kidding, right?
My phone vibrates and an image appears on the screen. Nicolas is in a suit. With one hand, he holds his cell phone in front of a mirror and with the other, he lifts the dress shirt enough for me to see the muscles of his six pack.
Big Bad Wolf: Your turn.
I stood for a few seconds looking at the picture of Nicolas, his muscular abdomen exposed, the way his hair was caught in that loose bun at the top of his head. It was cowardly to send nudes and make me horny when we are miles away.
