by Ingrid Walsh
- I say grunting. - Was always. - he raises his hands in sign of peace, even with provocative laugh in your face. Samuel laughs and leans over to whisper among us: - Do not call the bastard there, bro. When will the order? Knowing our uncle, you must hurry if you want your head remains attached to his body. I snort a laugh and take a long sip of my drink. The King has no idea how much easier things for me with your ultimatum. I can not wait to put my ring on the finger of the princess and if all goes well, within two months, my covenant definitely mark my territory. - This weekend in Rome. - Motion eyebrows suggestively. Just me and the princess. Lucas again causes: - Wow, man, you turned the fucking romantic. - makes a humorous guy then smiles and puts his arm around my shoulders, his face softening. - I'm just kidding, do not want to tear my head. We all know that it was always different with Ella. - he rolls his eyes. - Dude, you've always been a sissy when our press is concerned. Nothing new there. I smile, because it's the truth. Ella was always my weak point. - Ella is the woman of my life. - I tell them seriously. - There is nothing I would not do to make her happy. - eye between them. - I hope one day you can feel that kind of love, brethren. They widen their eyes in their arrogance and disdain own youth, then laugh. - No, no, brother, it's too early. - Lucas takes the lead, as always. - I want to have fun until the thirty. - it flashes, malicious. - Of course I want to find something, bro, but I agree with the idiot here. - Samuel tilts his chin toward the twin. - It is too early. I want to have fun with the wrong ones. I'm in no hurry to find one that will keep me captive.
- concludes, blinking too. These brats. I shake my head, laughing with them. I turn the bottle, pouring my last sip throat and rise. - Time to go, guys. - announcement. They get up too, giving me hugs fraternal. - Have judgment. - I warn you, because I must be the older brother. They snort to my care, but wave. I grab my coat on the bench the bar and let them, through the refined atmosphere and starting to fill. The air of London night greets me when I walk through the door. The temperature dropped outside. Stop under the awning and seen the long overcoat, looking around. The street is busy. The line of cars in front of the pub has increased since I came with my brothers earlier. People pass the sidewalk in both directions. Couples huddled, whispering, lost in each other. A small smile jerking my mouth to imagine doing this with Ella. Soon, little doll. You will soon be well with me for everyone to see. Harry joins me immediately, closely followed by two men. I gave free rein to him in the actual selection. I am fully confident in their ability, in addition, he is the son of Isaac, old security and old friend of my father. We grew up always finding ourselves in family celebrations. Our relationship is much more than just professional, I assure you. Harry is the result of Isaac's late nights when I was single. His old has two more children with his wife. A boy, a year older than Sam and In, and a sixteen-years. We entered the compact SUV black and the other men take the other parked car behind. - Are you tired of knowing that should call me before you leave, Mike. - Harry says, putting the car in motion. I snort, fixing me in the backseat. I like freedom. My brothers and I always had a security alert behind us, but it never made me feel uncomfortable, as if really needed protection. So far. - We have increased security and this is already weird as fuck. - I mutter sarcastically. - I feel like a fucking rock star at that time. He laughed softly and nods, remaining silent after that. One thing about Harry is that the guy does not waste time with conversation. Thus since childhood. I thank you for that, because at that moment, all I can think about is my doll and how much I'm dying to get to her. We follow the banks of the River Thames towards my coverage. I look out the window at the cold night. A few minutes later, through a commercial area, I spot something that always causes me an uncomfortable feeling of malaise: the homeless. They are scarce in this area of the city, but I spot one here and one there sheltering against the walls, covered with torn and filthy tissues. Coincidentally, this passage was where I wandered for many years, when my parents found me. I do not think there are many people in the world with the luck I had. Even having spent so much time, it's still kind of surreal how I was rescued from a failed and miserable fate. Especially when I am forced to see where I came from and the gloomy crudity of these scenarios. My father and I helped some institutions and hostels that take care of the homeless here in London. Millions donated every year, but still feel we do little. Funny, you would think that such a situation of extreme poverty is the karma of the less favored countries. I snort ironically, my eyes shifting to a bunch of kids around the corner. They sneak, forming a semi-circle, passing a joint between them. Ledo mistake, poverty is in economically stable nations as well. It is a political issue rather than human. Ella does not agree with my position. The doll think I have a very cynical view of the state and its economic and political apparatus as a whole. The question is: anyone who has not been through what me and my old man passed on the streets, you can really understand what it is to feel abandoned all forms. The car moves forward, leaving the shopping district, and ragged figures are falling behind. I sigh. I was so lost in thought that only now I realize that Harry tuned the car stereo on a local radio and Every Breath You Take by The Police, is playing at low volume. I rest my head back on the seat back and close my eyes, forcing my mind to think of pleasant pictures, such as the fact that I and Ella will have the palace to ourselves for a week. Dam called me before leaving for Monaco. The delay in locating the agents such columnist is making you worried too. He knows that will take care of Ella with my own life, if necessary, but even so, he made me promise not to leave her vulnerable in no time. We agreed not to talk to the princess that her maid might have been murdered. Are conjecture for now, and Ella is very sensitive, it would be even more touched by the death of the girl. I do not want worrying about it, because I will not let anything stand in our way now that we decided to take the public. Within two months, she will officially my wife, that's right. Nothing will hinder us. I will not leave. He knows that will take care of Ella with my own life, if necessary, but even so, he made me promise not to leave her vulnerable in no time. We agreed not to talk to the princess that her maid might have been murdered. Are conjecture for now, and Ella is very sensitive, it would be even more touched by the death of the girl. I do not want worrying about it, because I will not let anything stand in our way now that we decided to take the public. Within two months, she will officially my wife, that's right. Nothing will hinder us. I will not leave. He knows that will take care of Ella with my own life, if necessary, but even so, he made me promise not to leave her vulnerable in no time. We agreed not to talk to the princess that her maid might have been murdered. Are conjecture for now, and Ella is very sensitive, it would be even more touched by the death of the girl. I do not want worrying about it, because I will not let anything stand in our way now that we decided to take the public. Within two months, she will officially my wife, that's right. Nothing will hinder us. I will not leave. Are conjecture for now, and Ella is very sensitive, it would be even more touched by the death of the girl. I do not want worrying about it, because I will not let anything stand in our way now that we decided to take the public. Within two months, she will officially my wife, that's right. Nothing will hinder us. I will not leave. Are conjecture for now, and Ella is very sensitive, it would be even more touched by the death of the girl. I do not want worrying about it, because I will not let anything stand in our way now that we decided to take the public. Within two months, she will officially my wife, that's right. Nothing will hinder us. I will
not leave.
CHAPTER THREE Mike
Island Ardócia ...
I go into my room in the palace a few hours later. Wrinkling his brows as he saw me with the silent room. The fireplace is lit, however. Inhale the air, breathing in the scent of jasmine. Ella. A huge smile spreads across my mouth as I turn on the switch expecting to see her beautiful face. Around to frown, across the room, that contrary to what I thought, is apparently empty. What the fuck? Where is she? I said I should wait here,
damn it. Naked. Doll? - I call, looking toward the bathroom. Anything. No answer. - Princess, I'll beat your ass real to be teasing me, you know that? - I say, my tone between funny and perverse. No answer yet. I go to the closet and leave my suitcase. She is not here. So I see the letters in the mirror, written with red lipstick.
His good girl
My Holy Mother of God! A smile motherfucker opens into my face with his saucy seduction. My cock, which was already at half-mast just by entering the palace, is hard as stone. My Doll wants to play ... I laugh wickedly, pulling my clothes and driving me to the bathroom then. Oh, yes, I'm looking forward to it, princess. I take a welcome shower, washing her hair, letting the water carry all the exhaustion of intense day of work and flight hours. My balls are strained, begging for some relief. I refused to take care of myself in those eight days away from Ella. My hand would never be a substitute for height. I want to cum inside her. First, I will enjoy stuck to the bag inside her tight pussy. Then ... Well, then, I'll fuck her until the sun comes up, fill each tasty hole to cover. Smearing her flawless skin with my cum. Only when kill my hunger, I will leave her. Rio and growl of frustration, almost boasting to me imagine eating your pussy pretty hard and background. Tightening the head of my cock, feeling the pre-cum leaking. Turning off the shower, get out of the box and wipe me briefly, wrapping a towel around hips. Step hands through his hair, shaking them to remove excess water and open the bathroom door. The first sign that I'm no longer alone is the room lit only by the flames of the fireplace. The second, the sound system on. Ariana Grande's voice sounds seductive in Dangerous Woman. Ella likes this singer. Well, it looks like the princess decided to finally present their tasty and provocative tail. A hyena smile comes on my face and my dick is at attention, as smell her perfume in the air. It is stronger now. I walk slowly, my heart pounding in his chest until the blond goddess comes into my field of vision and the air goes out of my lungs. - Ella ... exhale softly reverently, violent feelings pulsing within me at the mere sight of her. It's in the middle of the room, the scene referring me the other night, months ago. The night I decided to try me to my limit fucked, and I gave in. Cedi, stealing a taste and I was damn hooked. But that night, she's not naked. Not yet. Our eyes meet and arfamos both in pure ecstasy just by being in front of each other after long days apart. My body ignites feelings of love and lust running through my veins like a powerful shot of adrenaline. - Mike ... she gasps softly, his voice a little hoarse, trembling, excitement marking his pink face. My gaze slips the body covered by a transparent lace and black sweater, and dressing gown in the same tone. The sides are open carelessly, letting me see the soft curves of the contours, but lush. I swallow hard when my unsuspecting eyes perceive that there is a garter belt underneath and I grit my teeth, my gaze down the very short bar sweater semblance. black stockings that reach to the middle of creamy thighs greet me. The femme fatale look is completed by red shoes indecent heels. I'm open-mouthed for a few seconds, then a depraved smile up my lips at the corners when she moves her hips and began to follow the sensuous rhythm of the music. Christ. Drag my gaze to his, green eyes shine, sliding down my chest, abdomen and the hard wood, forming a tent under the towel. clear love and lust in his handsome features makes me growl as a male about to mate with a female. The soft hearth fire crackles softly, the flames casting a golden, sensual glow to the mass of blond hair falling over her shoulders. Excitement makes my column tingle, my balls weighing and aching fucking. Ella raises his hands and down the sleeves of her robe in slow, seductive gestures that accompany my eyes, hungry. The black fabric slide mesmerizing way to the ground while Arianna sings about a dangerous woman. The princess smiled, all sassy girl and walks, not parading toward the sofa near the fireplace. I'm almost panting with his tongue out when you give me back and I see the beautiful and durinha ass in a sexy swing, the thong buried in his round cheeks. Supports hands on the back the back of the couch and rears his ass, rolling, bending and rising sinuously. Damn, doll! My jaw drops and I'm smiling dumbfounded. Beautiful. Delicious. She looks at me over his shoulder and I caught my cock, massaging it over the towel. My gaze encouraging her to continue with her sexy show. Ella turns to face me and makes the thing go down and up, this time rubbing his butt on the back of the couch. So, back to walking, running his fingertips by upholstered. I watch everything without even blinking. Ella puts his hands on the sideboard near the fireplace and looks up at the mirror above it, stuck on the wall. Our eyes meet and their hands go up the belly, breasts, neck, lifting her hair, showing me the aristocratic neck. I growl low wanting to bite her while I fuck behind. His mischievous smile tells me you know what I'm thinking. Loose hair and then does all the way back, leaving me envious of his hands at that time. Cum. I'm going to come all the damn towel, that's right. My mouth is dry when holding the handles thin sweater and falls with excruciating slow and seduction. My eyes search your through the mirror and hold your gaze, just having a secondary view of white and silky skin being revealed to me. The fabric slips by full breasts and steep, thin little waist, rounded hips, firm thighs and falls at his feet. With refined, majestic gestures, out of the middle of the tissue and spins slowly, doing a sexy pose, one hand on the waist, legs slightly apart. His chest rises and falls in erratic breaths, indicating that it is not as comfortable as either opinion. But his princess haughtily always helped tempt me beyond measure. A slow, wicked smile curve my mouth and I allow my eyes sweep every centimeter of it. We do not say anything and did not move, just devour us with our eyes in a painful game, but tasty teaser. When the silence becomes too much, I surrender and walk slowly closer, hypnotized, devoted, needing to touch her as my lungs need air to stay alive. Ella gasps when I stop very close, our breasts touching. His firm and steep hills, hard nipples causing my skin. I cringe and growl, my dick is screaming to stop shit, catch it, throw it on the carpet and eat her pussy to no end. But like the waiting game. I appreciate the pain in the balls, which guarantees me a joy much more intense and pleasurable later. I raise my hand to his face, tracing the perfect contour with a delicacy that contradicts my primal hunger. Ella panting, shivering, her emerald eyes bright with tears, showing emotion for my touch. - You want to put me on my knees at his feet, princess? - whisper, half grunting. - Because that's how I am now. A beautiful smile and kind of shy curve his mouth and almost moan when she licks her lips red. - Did you like it? I wanted to do something different this time. - murmurs breathlessly. - If you liked? Your little show almost blew my balls, doll. - grind. - God, I was dying without you, Princess. - my tone lowers more, hoarsely, the mad ruler to take control. I promised myself that I would make love to her first totally vanilla, delicate and romantic like a princess deserves. But, damn, she boils my blood and reduces me to a primitive being. I down more, sliding the nose for smelling and soft skin, she tilts her head, leaving me deeply inspire his neck, wanting her scent on me. Trace gentle kisses and sucks on her skin, making her moan and shudder. - Me too, amore mio. - whispers choppy and raises a shaking hand to my face. I raise my head and our eyes meet. Step by thumb and full lips painted red lipstick that makes me insane, we're both breathing heavy, eager to soak each other. She opens her mouth and pulls him inside, sucking my whole finger, making my cock swell to bursting. I moan, husky growl. - Doll ...
