by Ky Crossfire
— Enough, Isabel — he roars again. — I'll tell you everything.
Rio de Janeiro - Nine years ago
When I met Luciana, I was about to be hired as a staff member at the agency. Celso saw in me the son he never had. I was the first to arrive and the last to leave every day. I worked more than any other intern.
During the Company’s New Year’s Eve fantasy party, she was there, dressed as Marylin Monroe. I thought she was just another model in the catalog.
I fucked her in the bathroom.
— Spare me of the details. I don't need to know every little nasty thing you did with her — I interrupt.
We met almost every day. She was bold and insatiable as me. We had no strings attached. There was nothing else but lust involved. I met with her and, in the very next day, with her sister…
— IT'S AMAZING THAT YOU DIDN'T GET ANY STD — I mumble feeling my cheeks burn.
One day, out of nowhere, Luciana came to see me with a swollen blue eye and a tear-streaked face.
— You can't come to my office — I say in a low voice.
— I need to talk to you. — She shoves her hands in her jeans pockets.
— Okay, but not here.
I take Luciana to the terrace, and she sits on the parapet.
— I'm pregnant, Nicolas.
It hit me like a punch to the stomach.
— No, no, no! - I run my hands through my hair. — We fucked without a condom only once, and you get pregnant.
— Do not yell at me! — She starts to cry.
— Holy shit! — I curse furiously.
— Weren't you taking the fucking pill?
She stutters and covers her face in shame.
— Sometimes I forget.
— You forget?! — I shout. — And you are telling it to me just now? When you are carrying my son?
— Do you think I did it on purpose? — She looks me as she was hurt — Okay, Nicolas, if you want to runaway of your duties as a father, I will talk to my dad. Let's see if he'll find you that spectacular after he finds out that you got me pregnant and is trying to get pretend it never happened.
I had fallen into a big trap. That’s what I got by thinking with my other head. Less than a month after that, we were living together. Celso, my father-in-law, died of cancer before meeting his grandson.
Although we lived together, I never touched her again. I was angry with her for using my kid to keep me there, with her.
“We live together” for four years. However, when Luciana saw me at the office with Diana, she just left Nicolas with me and vanished.
When I came back the next morning, she was already gone, and my son was heartbroken.
— Say something, Isa — he asks.
— What's in the room?
Nicolas takes me by the hand and walks up the stairs with me. He stops in front of the forbidden door and open it.
I barely breathe. The curiosity is almost consuming me. He pushes the door open and waits for me to take the first step. The room is exactly the same size as mine. In fact, if it weren't for the blue color of the bedspread and the decor details in the same shade, I'd say it's just another guest room. But there is a difference, or better saying, thousands of them.
The walls were covered with photographs. Taking slowly steps and an absolute silence, I saw Nick's mother. All the photos had her and the little punk. They had been taken at different days and they didn’t follow any chronological order. In many of them, she was with little Nick as a baby. In others, he was bigger. They looked so happy. Nicolas wasn’t in any of the photos.
— If you didn't love her, why did you make an altar for her? — I ask, looking at some feminine dresses on the bed.
— I didn't - Nicolas confesses in a low voice. — Nick did.
The young woman in the photos was endowed with an almost angelic beauty, there was happiness in her smile, her arms tightened around Nick, who smiled as much as she did. My heart sank when I saw it all.
I am the intruder here.
I need some air.
I leave the room, and Nicolas comes after me. He holds me up before I can get in my room.
— Talk to me, Isa — he says.
My body’s shaking.
— I have nothing to say, Nicolas. What do you want me to say, huh?
He looks at the choker that still around my neck.
I sigh and, with shaking hands, I drop the jewel. The little chain slides around my neck.
— Apparently, this belongs to you. — I return, putting the choker in his hands. He looks at me static. — Goodbye, Nicolas.
— I can't believe it — he growls.
— That's up to you — I say. — I'm just going to get my clothes. I can't work for you anymore.
Chapter 20
Isa Oliveira Brandão
With my heart pounding in my chest, not knowing for sure what I was feeling, I saw Nicolas throw the choker away with anger.
— You're not going anywhere - he said seconds before taking me in his lap and taking me to the room that was mine. He throws me on the bed.
— Nicolas ... — His name left my lips almost as a plea when he covered my body with his.
Feeling the proximity and the weight of his body against mine made everything infinitely more complicated.
— Shut up, Isa. — He kisses me and takes my hands with his, keeping them on top of my head.
Nicolas grabs my lips. His mouth devours mine until I get no reaction. If in my sane mind there was a little devil and an Isa full of reason, now they both stood with legs wide open, fanning themselves wildly because they already knew what was coming next. My body no longer wanted to fight the desire, I wanted it to possess me, I wanted it to fuck me hard, the way only Nicolas knew how to do.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he released my wrists.
My hands went straight to his hair, the softness of the strands tangling in my fingers. His mouth making incredible things with mine and the soft skin of the cheeks brushing his beard.
Holly shit. It was the best kiss ever.
There was no way to compare with anyone else.
Nicolas seemed to be hungry for my mouth. Hungry for my body. When he pulled his mouth away from mine and looked me in the eye, I had no doubt he would devour every bit of me.
And what I thought about it? I was thrilled!
Nicolas looks at my clothes and in seconds, he pulls my shirt and throw it away.
He looked at the marks he did in me before and that were almost completely gone.
— I need to reinforce that — he said in a provocative tone.
— No way — protest. — It’s almost gone.
He pulls my bra down and rubs his thumb over my nipples, keeping his eyes fixed on mine.
— I didn't ask, Babe — he replies, taking his mouth to my nipple.
He sucks slowly, tasting my body. With his free hand, he touches my sex, putting his hand inside my panties.
Nicolas curls his tongue over my sensitive nipple, and I tilt my hips so that his fingers come closer to my sex.
He smiles at my reaction. Naughty and shameless, as only he knows how to be.
— Do you want my dick here? — he growls with curved lips in a sexy smile.
Nicolas sticks two fingers and rubs the creaminess over my clitoris.
— Ah ... — I groan and grind.
My hands come out of his hair and stop at his jaw covered with a light brown trimmed beard, the same shade as his hair.
— Am I dreaming? — I ask myself.
Nicolas smiles and nibbles my hand with softly.
— Maybe I am. — He releases my hand and grabs the other breast, repeating the torture he did at fist.
— Damn you, Nicolas.... — I curse. — That's... Ah ...
It is difficult to even complete a sentence.
The bastard laughs at my agony, so I pinch his arm. He smiles and let go of my breast.
— No ... Today you will not hoof.
When he says that, my desire to kick him only increases.
— I'll show you where I'm going... —But Nicolas takes my mouth with his again and leaves a trail of kisses on my belly, until it reaches my waist. He kneels on the bed and takes off his white shirt.
That son of a bitch is so fucking hot. The sexier man alive. The sheer size of his body could make any woman lose her mind.
He opened my jeans and pulled slowly by the hip, along with the panties, leaving my sex exposed to his mercy.
Nicolas lifted my right leg up and started kissing my shin. He went up ... Biting ... Sometimes, brushing his beard. Each time his kisses got stronger; my body reacted by sending desperate messages that the wolf was getting closer.
His steady hands held my leg up. Nicolas's mouth moved up my calf, and soon he was already sucking on the inside of my thigh.
I felt the moisture drain from my sex when he looked at my cunt and smiled, satisfied with the result of his kisses.
— Shit, just fuck me. — I arch the body and sigh.
— Sure, Babe. — Nicolas brings my mouth closer to my sex. I feel his hot breath between my legs.
Then he stops and takes the left leg, starting the torture all over again. Kissing and biting ... My hand drops the sheets and goes straight to my clitoris. Seeing this, he catches my wrist in the air.
— No — He growls. — I’m the only one who is allow to give you pleasure.
— So, give it to me, damn it! — I demand. I want it so badly that I’m almost climbing the walls.
Unashamed, he releases my legs and his huge hand covers my throbbing sex.
— I'm giving it to you. — He slides two fingers inside of me and then brings them to his mouth. — But I'll give you much more.
Nicolas gets rid of his clothes and jerks off looking at my breasts.
His dick is huge, for the love of God. Everything in he was huge. Everything.
I salivated looking at his cock. The Big Bad Wolf was the personification of indecency.
— C’mon here, bitch — he demanded. — Bring that little mouth here. — It increases the speed of the hand job. I see a translucent drop shining on the fleshy head.
With his free hand, he pulled me towards him, and we both got on our knees on the bed. My hands slid along the contours of his muscles, caressing the hard ripples of his chest, going down until my nails lightly scratched the cracked sections of his abdomen.
Nicolas wasn’t a work from God, for sure. He was in the world to lead women to perdition, and he was doing his job successfully.
My hands went down a little more and touched his heavy and warm balls.
I leaned over his cock and then he let his hands let go of his dick to come to my hair.
— Yes, you hot piece of ass. — He groaned when my hands took the bludgeon and brought it to my mouth.
I started by sucking the head slowly, I wanted to do the same torture to him that he had done to me before.
— Ah, that mouth ... — Nicolas growls hoarsely.
Accommodating his cock in my mouth, I only managed to take half of it, because if I put it all in, I would run the risk of having written on my obituary: died making a blowjob; or something even worse like, suffocated trying to make a deep throat.
When I accommodated a good part of his cock inside my mouth, I started to suck it, sliding my mouth for almost its entire length, one of my hands caressed his balls and the other, kept his dick in and out of my mouth.
— Ah, you whore ... — I hear him roar. — Put my thick dick inside your mouth like the slut I know you are.
The veins of the dove pulsate hard, I suck more willingly and swallow the drops of cum that drip from him.
He tugs at my hair slightly.
— Now it’s my turn — Nicolas demands and lays me in bed.
He positions himself between my legs and lowers his head. My whole body prepares to feel the Big Bad Wolf's hungry mouth sucking me, and what does the bastard do? He nibbles on my folds and then licks them.
— Bastard... — I curse without much conviction.
My flesh trembles. My body reverberates with the pleasure it makes me feel and the explosion of ecstasy is just a matter of time.
Nicolas focuses on my clitoris, sucking my pleasure point, making me so hot that I think I’m going to explode any minute from now.
I try to push him with my legs ‘cause I don't want to come in his mouth, but he snarls at my sex.
— Come, babe — he demands and keeps my thighs wide open.
— No. I won’t.
— Come in my mouth. — His tongue explores my sex, striking everything. Sucking and sucking ...
I inflate my lungs with air and hold my breath in a futile attempt to control jouissance. But control is an abstract word when a man like Nicolas is entirely naked, licking and sucking like I'm the most delicious candy in the world.
His hands release my thighs and slide around the contours of my body, squeezing tight. Marking my flesh. Marking my soul. I knew no other man in the world could do something like that to me.
Nicolas grabbed my breasts and squeezed them. The mouth working on my sex until I can't take it anymore. Until the bastard made me beg. Thumbs poking my nipples, huge hands gripping me tightly.
— Fuck me, Nicolas, fuck me right now — I pleaded, grabbing my own hair as the cum dripped from my body straight to his lips.
With a naughty smile, he lifted his head, not without first sucking on every creamy drop that dripped from me.
— Now I want you to ask me to do it. — He smiled, holding his thick cock very close to my cunt. – Say it to me — he rubs his cock between my legs, without taking his eyes off mine – Fuck me hard, Babe.
Argh... I can't believe he was blackmailing me with his amazing dick!
— Go fuck yourself — I want to kick him.
He laughs and grabs my legs in the air.
— Ah, angry hinny!
My blood boils when he calls me that. But boils with anger, of course. — Fuck you, Nicolas.
— Don’t call me Nicolas, - he rubs the head of his dick on my clit and my sex trembles, the pressure there on the edge of the unbearable — Call me babe — he corrects me with the most brazen smile on that stupid and beautiful face.
— Babe is... — I try to curse him, but he puts all of his hard cock inside of me and my curse doesn’t come out.
— See? — Nicolas smiled again, moving slowly inside me, accommodating that whole hard and amazing big cock inside me. — It wasn't that hard.
If I still had a neuron working, I would send him to hell.
Moving his hips slowly, Nicolas kissed my chin until he reached my lips with no rush. He nibbled on my bottom lip and my mouth opened to receive him again. A slow and passionate kiss.
Our bodies slowly merging, his tongue dancing with mine. I would never forget the smell that emanated from his sweaty body mixing with mine. The heavy, stiff muscles pressing my body against the bed.
There was much more than chemistry there. Something more dangerous. I would risk saying that there was passion.
Nicolas took me to the edge again. He broke the kiss softly and, with his mouth almost glued to mine, he smiled. There was happiness in his eyes.
My hands slid over his muscles and went straight to his hair, sinking again into the softness of his strands.
— Yes, bitch! — He smiled. — Come on your men dick.
He took most of the dick out of me and looked at the whitish cum oozing from my sex.
— I'm sorry, but I'll have to suck you again.
And he does as he says. Nicolas settles in between my legs and starts sucking me all over again. Licking the trembling my flesh. Huge hands squeezing my breasts. The tongue whipping inside me, until I’m “clean”.
Nicolas got up on his knees on the bed and ran his tongue over his own lips, still tasting the taste of my pleasure. I let out a resigned sigh as my body is immersed in a cloud of pleasure that seems to m
ake me float.
— No! — He pulls my right leg and supports it on the shoulder, then does the same with the left leg.
— Oh ... You will break me — I reply.
With a naughty smile, he replies:
— No, bitch. I'm going to fuck you.
In the position he put me in, Nicolas starts his movements slowly, so that I can get used to it. The penetration is deeper, and I feel his balls rubbing against my entrance when he starts to move, gradually increasing the intensity.
— Does it hurt?
— Don't stop — I say, almost breathlessly, and scratch my arms hard. He growls as he stocks his cock in me.
His cock penetrates me deep, entering until the stalk and leaving again, until only the thick and pulpy head remains in my entrance. The wet sound of his flesh hitting mine is unique and the smell of sex, sweat and pleasure floods the room.
— Yes! Don’t stop! — I scream and scratch it harder.
Nicolas is insatiable and gets in with more intensity, storing everything, throwing hard, making me scream.
— Cum — I beg with my mouth pressed against mine. — Fill me with cum, Big Bad Wolf.
As if waiting only for my command, Nicolas howls and I feel his cock throb inside me. We come together as our bodies are sync.
Gradually, Nicolas lowers my legs to avoid hurting me. Still inside me, he uses only one arm to support the weight of his entire body. He rubs his thumb over my mouth, tracing an invisible line across the outline of my lips.
I want to keep my eyes open. I do not want and I can't close them. Because, if it's a dream, I don't want to ever wake up.
He places a kiss on my upper lip and nibbles on the lower one before he takes is cock out of me.
Suddenly, I feel completely alone and incomplete. Helpless. Nicolas lays down beside me and pulls me close to his body, as if he can read my thoughts. And the way he hugs me, I have no doubt that maybe he can.
— I saw it, Nick — I wake up with the reproach in Luciana's voice.