Possessive Brazilian: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 75)

by Flora Ferrari

  Just as her spasm starts to subside her hips buck wildly a few times and suddenly all the tension leaves her body as she collapses onto her back and her legs fall from the sides of my head.

  My ears ring as I can suddenly hear again, the vacuum her legs created gone.

  But there’s another vacuum to explore and this time I’m the one who will lose control when I put my big cock in her for the first time as I become the first man to ever claim her.

  And the only man who ever will.

  CHAPTER 14

  Vera

  I look down at Vitor seeing him and then not seeing him as my chest heaves so wildly it rises up to a level that blocks my vision.

  “Oh my god that was incredible,” I say.

  “And you don’t even know how incredible you taste,” he says.

  “I can’t wait to taste you,” I say.

  “And you will,” he says as I try and rise up on my forearms but I feel his index finger on my chest as he playfully pushes me right back onto my back.

  He takes his index finger and sticks it into his mouth sideways. “Salty to match your sweetness,” he says.

  “You gave me a workout,” I say.

  “And now it’s time to work out how we’re going to fit this,” he says looking down at his monstrous rod, “in what’s mine to claim,” he says staring right at my pussy.

  “I have no idea, but I can’t wait to find out,” I say as I reach for him and he leans in allowing me to take ahold of his forearm as his other hand grabs the shaft of his cock and lines it up to my opening.

  “Are you ready for this?”

  “I’ve been waiting my entire life,” I say. “And I’m so glad I did because I know this is right. You’re right. The time is right. Everything is right. Perfect.”

  “You’re perfect,” he says as he leans in and kisses me on the forehead and just after I feel the head of his dick enter me for the first time causing my mouth to open.

  I try to moan but nothing comes out as a tidal wave of emotion spreads over me.

  “You’re so tight for me,” he says.

  “Uh huh,” I whimper as my eyes close and I feel the head of his cock slowly slide back. “More. Keep going,” I say.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah. I want more. Open me up. I can take it. All of you. I want everything you have…every last inch of you inside me.”

  He growls and I feel the head of his dick slide back into me and this time some of his shaft as my walls part for him as my eyelids flutter before finally closing.

  He rocks back out and then in again.

  “How does that feel?” he asks.

  “Amazing. More.”

  “You can’t keep talking like that. You’re going to make me finish fast with that language.”

  “I want you to finish. I want to feel your seed inside me when you fill me completely.”

  “Vera,” he says.

  The sound of my name fills me with even more passion.

  “Fill me, Vitor. Lose yourself inside me.”

  “Uhhh,” he moans as he begins to thrust in and out faster, but not too deep.

  I grasp ahold of his arm and try and move my hips so he’ll enter me more, but he’s too powerful for me. I’m completely at his mercy.

  “Fuck me, Vitor!” I say.

  And my words cause all hell to break loose as his forearm slides forward as does his other hand as his hands slide up from behind me and grab onto my shoulders from behind like grappling hooks as he pulls my pussy onto his cock as he thrusts and then his biceps flex as he pulls me away like a rag doll as I’m riding his cock up and down as it enters and exits me with force.

  I’m tight and he’s huge but there’s something about our bodies that just works. I feel only a slight tinge of pain, but it’s quickly overridden by the sensations of pleasure and the knowledge that I’m turning this man into a wild beast right in front of my very eyes. That he wants me so much that he’s completely lost control, and now I want him to lose his seed deep inside me and claim me in the ultimate way forever.

  “Oh fuck, beautiful. I’m close,” he moans.

  “Me too. Keep going. Keep fucking me, Vitor!”

  My eyes open and I see his mouth open wide as he gasps for air as his cock slides in and out of the vacuum that my pussy has created around his dick.

  It’s the perfect fit, the way his girth fills me and when he says, “I’m gonna…” and pauses I know he’s going to fill me with something else.

  And fill me he does. Oh my god, I feel an eruption explode inside me as his warmth enters me and sends me right over the edge myself as a wave from inside me covers his cock at the same time.

  “Uhhh,” I whimper.

  “Uhhh,” his throaty growl continues as I feel his cock twitch, jerk, and continue to explode inside me until it stills.

  And then uncontrollably my pussy latches onto him, milking him even more as I feel more of his juices leave him and enter me. Just when I thought I was filled completely he adds more inside me all but ensuring us that we’re going to conceive.

  It must be no accident that when I look up I spot a full moon and work through the math quickly realizing this is my most fertile day of the month.

  My body and my mind were working subconsciously to tell me to mate with my man.

  And he is exactly that. My man.

  And I am his.

  And I feel a certain pride when his body collapses on top of mine, knowing I brought this mighty man to his knees…or even more, as he falls flat on his face.

  And it’s time for me to face reality.

  There’s no way I’m ever going back, because I belong right here in his arms.

  And he must be reading my mind because I feel his hands pull me in close to his body as he holds me tight.

  “That was incredible,” he says. “I told you you were mine.”

  I feel a light tug on my earlobe from his teeth and I smile.

  “I’m yours alright. And you’re very much mine.”

  “Forever,” he says.

  “Forever,” I repeat as I feel his teeth release from my earlobe and his lips kiss the back of my head gently as I stare out at the stars over the ocean, which rolls in slowly and in rhythm, just like the way he made me climax more than once.

  And tonight is only the beginning.

  CHAPTER 15

  Vera

  Late the next afternoon

  We stand at the dock back in Búzios waiting for the boat to arrive.

  And this isn’t just any boat. This is the one that carries my father.

  The man that doesn’t even know he has a daughter.

  All the years of wondering what I would say to him, and planning out my exact words are out the window.

  I’m a nervous wreck and when I see the boat off in the distance I can feel my legs shaking.

  “Let’s sit down,” Vitor says as if he can feel me trembling.

  “Okay,” I say and we find an empty bench and just wait together as he holds me in his arms.

  Without him I would have probably fallen into the ocean…just fainted face first right into it.

  But thankfully he’s here. And he’s my rock.

  As the boat pulls within one hundred yards Vitor whispers into my ear. “You want me to take a step back? Is this something you need to do by yourself?”

  I nod. “Not a step back, but yeah…if you don’t mind.”

  “I totally understand,” he says.

  “Thank you,” I say, but I can’t even turn to him to say the words. My eyes are scanning that boat looking for David…or more accurately dad.

  “Okay, Jaguar. I’ll be right here,” he says as one of the surfers comes forward and throws the rope from the front of the boat to the man on the docks as he anchors them.

  I watch as the men slowly exit the boat. None of them looks like my dad…not even close.

  Finally one man exits and talks to the man on the docks, giving him some money and a high fi
ve. He seems to be the leader of the group, but he’s definitely not my dad.

  “One second,” Vitor says as he stands up and walks over to the man, greeting him and then speaking in Portuguese.

  I watch as he listens intently and all kinds of emotions shoot through me. Fear. Loss. Wonder.

  What in the hell is going on?

  Finally after a full minute passes Vitor seems to thank the man and then walks back over towards me.

  And the look on his face says it all.

  “Your dad isn’t on that boat,” he says.

  “What happened? You said he would be on that boat,” I say as I stand. I’m so angry right now.

  “He was on that boat, but this morning he got on another boat.”

  “You can’t just jump from boat to boat? What are you talking about?” Is he making this up?

  “You can and he did. The way of the surfer is unlike normal people. He saw some other guys he knew at one of the surf spots where they were and he got to talking. He told the captain of this boat that he was going to go with them and that’s exactly what he did.”

  “That’s impossible!” I say, realizing that maybe it’s not.

  “Unfortunately it is possible. And it’s what he did.”

  “Well we have to find him. Where did he go? Who’s in charge of that other boat?”

  “The boat captain of this boat doesn’t know those guys. He has no idea where they went. I’m sorry, Jaguar.”

  I feel everything inside me sink and suddenly Vitor’s hands grab my arms as he helps me to sit back down on the bench as the entire world seems to spin.

  I try and gather myself as Vitor runs off to a little kiosk and comes back a few seconds later with a couple bottles of cold water.

  He places one against my forehead and the other to my lips.

  “Don’t worry. I will find him.”

  “You said that before,” I say angrily, although I know I shouldn’t be lashing out at him.

  What was I really thinking? Yeah, I’m going to come down here and find my dad in four days? Hardly.

  But I’d gotten my hopes up and everything was going so well I was able to convince myself into believing it.

  I knew it was going to happen…until it just didn’t.

  And the only thing I know now is that I have a flight back coming up at the end of the day tomorrow. That’s my fourth day here and that’s when my time will be up.

  And upright is not a position I want to be in right now.

  “I’m going back to the resort,” I say.

  He stands to escort me.

  “Alone,” I say. “I need to be alone.”

  “At least let me walk you back. It’s better that way.”

  “No,” I say, but Vitor won’t accept my answer.

  There’s that possessiveness of his again.

  But something inside me knows I’m not rational right now, even though I’m trying to trick myself into thinking that I completely am. And I know I should go with Vitor, I just don’t want to.

  But the choice is made for me when he walks with me back to the resort in silence.

  He tries to comfort me with words a few times, but I can’t manage a response.

  Eventually he realizes silence is the best medicine right now.

  When I get to my room I manage to quickly thank him and then shut the door and dive onto my bed just as the tears really start to fall.

  Thirty minutes ago I thought I had life all figured out. I thought I had all the answers.

  Now all I have are questions again. And as much as I don’t want to admit it I need to question everything.

  Including staying here.

  CHAPTER 16

  Vera

  My eyes open as I look at the clock beside my bed realizing I’ve been asleep for two hours.

  It’s past dark and I need to get past what happened earlier today.

  I hit zero on my phone and wait for the receptionist to pick up.

  “Good evening,” I say.

  “Good evening.”

  “Are there any messages for my room?”

  “Let me check, miss.” I wait a few seconds before he comes back on. “No. Unfortunately not.”

  I wasn’t exactly expecting that. “Okay. Thank you for checking.”

  “You’re welcome. Anything else I can do for you?”

  I pause wondering if the lack of any word from Vitor is a sign. No, it can’t be. “Yes, just one thing. Can you connect me to Vitor’s room?”

  “I can, but he’s not here right now so it will just ring right back to the reception after a few rings.”

  “He’s not here?”

  “No, he left a of couple hours ago.”

  “Do you know when he’ll be back?”

  “I’m not sure. He went to the airport and he had a bag with him so he may not be coming back.”

  “He what?”

  “I’m sorry,” he says.

  “You’re sure? Vitor?”

  “Yes. He said he had some business to attend to.”

  “And he had a bag with him?”

  “Duffel bag. It looked like it was full.”

  “Right,” I say.

  About five or ten seconds pass before the receptionist asks me if there’s anything else. Yeah, how about an explanation? I politely decline and hang up my phone, staring at all my things strewn across my room.

  My head is spinning wondering what the heck is going on. So does Vitor not believe me now?

  I hate to admit it, but if he doesn’t I can understand. If I was in his shoes I’m not sure how I would feel.

  Here I am, some random girl, coming all the way down to Brazil, and not to Rio or some other big city, but to Búzios.

  Why would I choose Búzios?

  To find my dad, but really? I give it the quick test imagining I’m asking a complete stranger off the street what they would think.

  And I don’t have to think, because I know…they’d call b.s. on it.

  But Vitor isn’t some guy off the street. He’s the man I gave my first time to not even twenty-four hours ago.

  And he said he gave me his first time too.

  Now I switch things around and try to imagine someone as attractive, famous, rich, and successful as Vitor just sitting down here in a country full of beautiful women yet never indulging…until some random girl arrived and he just had to have her.

  Yeah, not very believable either.

  This almost sounds like one of those situations where two people arrive in a famous tourist spot both pretending to be someone they’re not.

  Except in this case they somehow found each other.

  But I trust Vitor.

  He really opened up to me on the flight back when I asked him why he is so protective and possessive. His story practically made me cry.

  He told me how his dad was an alcoholic and how he would hit his mom. Vitor’s dad was huge, hence Vitor’s size now, but at the time he was only five years old. But regardless of his age or his size Vitor had had enough.

  So when his dad raised a fist to his mother that last time Vitor raised something else to his father…a cast iron frying pan.

  And years of rage and frustration all came out in one swing that caught him just right making sure he would never raise a hand to anyone ever again.

  And Vitor thought that was the end of it, but apparently he was the only one.

  He thought he and his mother could live in peace, but it seemed every social services person and psychiatrist wanted a piece of him.

  Until it drove him crazy. He was labeled a dangerous person, even though he was just a child, and after he’d heard it enough times he figured it was time to stop fighting his destiny and just give the people what they expected from him.

  Hence his undefeated record in MMA.

  He told me how he taught his mind how to flip a switch when he was inside that cage fighting and how he could immediately flip it off when it was over.