by Ky Crossfire
He is quiet for a few minutes.
— I could ... — He starts, but I don't let him end the phrase.
— No. I’m not going to work for you again.
— Stop being so stubborn and let me talk.
I shift into fourth gear, and the car accelerates.
— I could be your angel.
— Angel? There’s nothing angelical on that body.
He gives a naughty smile.
— Investor, babe. We can do a business plan together. And, with a little bit of invested capital and a good marketing campaign, I can help you realize your dream of having your own bakery.
I shake my head in denial.
— No, no, no — I say it. — This is not going to work out very well.
— It wouldn't be the first company I invested in and it won't be the last either. Stop being tough headed, Isabel. I want, I can and I will help you to make your dream come true.
Nicolas Reis
When we get back to the farm, it's almost one in the afternoon. We wash our hands together and my desire is to grab Isa there in the bathroom only increases when she splashes some water on her breasts to cool off.
— I'm going to fuck you right here - I growl in her ear.
— Shhh... Be cool, man, my family’s right there at the table — she scolds me and wipes her chest with the towel.
I wipe my hands and hang the towel back on the hook. I follow Isa to the table where they are all gathered for lunch. I sit next to her and Mrs Isaura.
Isa serves me a pawn plate almost overflowing.
— Thanks, babe.
She looks at me from the corner, shows a small smile and starts to serving herself. Her dish is as well served as mine.
Henrique doesn't take his eyes off me. Yeah, cowboy, this hinny is mine now. It's good to get used to my face here.
I chew and swallow the stew quickly and almost empty the glass of water to get the taste of the mondongo out of my mouth. Isabel eats quietly and exchanges a few looks with her mother and grandmother. I have no doubt that I am undergoing a fucking evaluation and, from where I can see, I am going from bad to worse.
— So, how long have you been together? — Henrique asks with his mouth full.
I wipe my mouth on a paper napkin before I answer.
— I've been in love with your daughter for a few years now — I say without hesitation. — Since I set foot on the farm, and she hit me for the first time.
Isabel step my feet under table.
Henrique and Carolina look at each other.
— Hey, what have I done? — He rubs his white beard and looks at his wife with a passionate look.
His expression turns again when he looks at me and remembers that the interrogation isn't over yet.
— But tell me something, Nicolas — he clears his throat — don't you mind having a lot of men looking at Isabel with no clothes on? I don't even want to think about what will happen to my heart when the photos of her almost naked start to appear.
Chapter 25
Nicolas Reis
I couldn’t think clear. It was had to keep a logical reasoning or my usual composure, since I was so jealous that I was blind. The same black cloud that hung over my head when Isa kissed that son of a bitch Logan in front of me. The difference is when that happen, I could take out my anger in him.
But now... Well, now the only person I want and will slaughter is miles away from me.
I know that she made me the worst man I could be. The most pathetic human being, stupid enough to fall in love and act like crazy with jealousy.
Since when I, Nicolas Reis, cared about what women who passed by my bed did with their own free time? An endless list of models that I made no effort or even wanted to remember the name passed through my bed, and I was paying little attention to how many men would want them in their future work. In fact, the more distractions they had, the better, after all, until recently I didn't sleep with the same women twice, but now everything was completely different.
I wanted to have Isabel every day of my life. Want to have her soft body and insatiable desire for as many times as I could count. I wanted to hear her loud laughter and even the horrible songs she sang and danced to almost every minute. However, one thing I would not admit. Never. Never. Did I say never? Just to point out, I would NEVER allow my woman to be photographed half-naked even if she swore that I would be a model only of Arab burqas.
When would she planning to tell me about the photos? If she thought about telling me, because we had enough time for the conversation to come up, and she said nothing. Thinking about all that shit just made me angrier.
Fuck! I was going to pluck Lucas' guts out of his ass! And as for Isabel, I didn't even know exactly what I would do with her next time we were alone.
My gentle father-in-law hid a small laugh of satisfaction in front of my dump face. I clear my throat and put the napkin in my mouth. With an almost superhuman effort, I try to control myself to don’t have an attack (a manly attack, by the way) right there in front of the evaluative eyes of Oliveira Brandão’s family.
— If you'll excuse me, — I get up and put the chair in place — I need to make a call.
My next movements are almost mechanical. When I find myself, I'm already screaming with that son of a bitch, and only the trees are witnesses of my hysterical attack (manly, but hysterical). The trees and Isabel. The one who cause of everything!
— What the fuck, Lucas? — I growl, getting even more into the woods. I grip the phone tightly in my right hand.
— Nick ... — he tries to explain himself, but I interrupt him.
— Shut the fuck up — I shout full of hate. — I gave you an explicit order not to get involved. Now you can say goodbye to your scouting career. I'll make sure my lawyers get so many lawsuits in your ass that even your fucking grandchildren will owe me!
— She called me. - He defends himself. — The photos were so beautiful. Nicolas and she made me swear I wouldn't say anything to you. How was I supposed to know you would react like that?! I thought she was just your maid.
— She's my girl, you fucking queer — I growl furiously.
Knowing that she wouldn't tell me pissed me off even more. I can't even look at Isa right now.
I take a deep breath and let it out through my mouth. My heart beats hard in the my chest.
— Now tell me that you didn't show her photos to any agency — I demand.
Silence on the other end of the line.
— Speak, you son of a bitch, tell me no one has seen these pictures yet.
— Nicolas - Isabel calls me, but I ignore her.
— Answer me, Lucas.
— I was going to call her today. The first photoshoot is on Friday. I told you that Plus Size fashion’s rising. We should have made a contract for your agency.
- Do you think I care about the money, you idiot?! You can cancel everything. She's not going to do this fucking photoshoot.
Isa advances on me and takes the phone out of my hand. She puts it in her ear and escapes me when I try to get it out of her.
— Isabel, give me that fucking phone right now!
— Hi Lucas. — She is smiling. The bitch is smiling! Of course, she must be having fun making me suffer. — Don't cancel anything.
I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her off the floor. She screams and continues to laugh.
— Oh really!? This is great. Of course, send me the place and time by message. XX.
XX? This woman lost the sense of the danger. I take her cell phone and hang up.
— Nicolas, can you please let me go?
I put her back on the floor and run my hands through my hair, making a loose bun on top.
— I have the photos here at the farm. Wanna see it?
Does a dog move his lips when they talk? Of course I want to see the fucking photos. But just me and nobody else, damn it! Why is this so hard for her to understand? Isa takes a black folder propped up in an old shed and hands it to me.
— You know that seeing this will not make me calmer, maybe a nice blowjob does. But looking at these pictures will only make me angrier.
Her full lips curl in a half smile.
— Look at the fucking photos, Nicolas — she curses and pushes the folder against my chest.
I open the folder and the first photo I see makes my heart skip a beat. The warrior manifests and my underwear gets tighter when I see all the sensuality of Isabel registered in that image.
I shouldn't be turn on. I should remain furious. The problem is that the blood that was boiling in my head was accumulating on the other head.
I paid attention to the details. Her almost black hair falling over her dark skin, her almost naked body under that black transparent indecency.
My cock throbbed again.
I moved on to the next photo. Isabel was wearing nothing but panties. The stare, the lips painted red and the small hands holding the full breasts.
I would rather die than let anyone see those photos.
The next photo managed to be sexier than the previous ones. Isa was on her back wearing a black thong. And her ass... My God. That hot ass prancing while she was propped up against a tree.
No. I couldn’t take it anymore.
Isa Oliveira Brandão
Nicolas held my photos, going over them one by one. He had already gone through the first photo in the book about twenty times, his jaw tightened, his gaze fixed on my image wearing a tiny black, transparent lingerie.
On his face, a small crease between his eyebrows. And anger. A lot of anger radiating from that huge beautiful body.
I had never seen Nicolas so jealous as he is now. Well, there was that night at the restaurant that he threw me on his shoulder and took me away, the night I went to dinner with Logan. There was also that day on the beach when he almost killed the Devil because I kissed him and Logan had the courage to kiss me back. Previous events were different from this, the environment as well.
I, using my own free will, had declared myself to him the night before, he possessed me as no other man did and as no other man would ever do. Okay, it was the best fuck of my life, but that didn't give him the right to act like he owned me.
Nicolas would have to understand that I am not his property. He wouldn’t be the one to decide which professional direction my life would take. Since I was eighteen years old, I insisted on walking on my own legs and would never let a man support or give me orders me. NEVER.
Of course, I should have said all that I was thinking, but the fury that radiated from him didn’t give me a chance to. Being sexy was something natural for him, unbearably hot and irresistible too, but when he reached that state of restrained fury, blue eyes flashing anger, the CEO image came crashing down, giving way to a sensual animosity that made my panties soak. .
— Nicolas, I'm going to make that photoshoot - I challenged the giant in front of me. - You can have ten, twenty or one hundred attacks, I will do it. That’s not under discussion.
— No. You won't - he growled low and tossed the photos on the floor.
When I started to bend down to pick them up, he took me by the arms and pressed his body against mine.
The naughty bastard was hard already, and his body exuded heat.
— This is all jealousy, Mr. Reis. — My clitoris blinked with the pressure Nicolas put on his body against mine. — I’m not the first model to pass through your hands.
— That’s right — he replied angrily.
Smug jerk!
— The difference is, you're not just anybody — he growls and his hands go straight to my ass. He squeezes my flesh tightly — You are mine.
I open my lips when a moan escapes from my mouth straight to his.
His possessiveness irritates me as much as it turned me on. Actually, that’s a lie... it turned me on like crazy.
He gets his mouth closer to mine and rubs his beard against my face, his lips rubbing against my skin. He growls again, lower, and sexier. As if that were possible.
— Mine
Oh fuck... Once upon a time there was panties.
Nicolas grabbed me on his lap and, like that night at the restaurant, he threw me over his shoulder. He kicked the old shed door open and went inside.
So wild, so raw... so mine.
— Nicolas, are you crazy? — I try to argue, I'm upside down and the only thing I see is his ass.
A woman who says she doesn't care about a man's ass is because she didn't have the pleasure of seeing Big Bad Wolf's ass. It’s hot enough to make you want to bite it.
When we were together, it was always like this. One wanting to devour the other with kisses and bites, hungry and insatiable. All the time with him was still not enough, and my body always wanted more.
Nicolas stood me up and pressed my body against the wooden wall.
— We have to... — But I can't finish talking. He covers my mouth with his left hand and continues to use his own body to keep me trapped.
— No, babe. Now I don't want to talk. I just want to fuck — he growls low and reaches inside my short jeans.
Inside my panties, he rubs his huge hand on my cunt, squeezing... poking my swollen, sensitive clitoris. Nicolas stimulates my clitoris with rapid movements until it almost makes me come, and stops. He knows exactly when to stop.
Bastard. That's what I would curse if he wasn't covering my mouth with his big hands. Since I can't react with words, I dig my nails into his biceps, and he smiles.
He releases my lips without saying anything, the hand that fired me seconds before goes straight to my tank top.
— No, Nicolas. We aren’t going to fuck now — I announce as he takes my shirt off over my head and tosses it on the floor. His hands go to my breasts, and he caresses them. — I said we are not going to fuck — I repeated more emphatically and took my hands away.
He grabs my wrists and keeps them on top of my head, his blue eyes overflowing with lust.
— Oh, we will. — I feel his hot breath on the back of my neck, he smells me and rubs his beard. - I'm going to fuck you so hard — he says, screwing a chain attached on the wall around my wrists.
The metal is thick and cold. A shiver spreads through my body and the rising wave of excitement almost drives me crazy. When Nicolas shows a wanton smile when he sees me trapped at his mercy, his hands go straight to the button on my shorts.
He opens it without taking his eyes off mine and slides the piece over my hip. One hand grabs my breast and the other goes to my wet cunt.
— You are right ... — Nicolas sucks on my bottom lip and ends with a bite — I'm not going to fuck you.
The hand that is in my sex goes under the soaked panties fabric, and he says:
— I’m not going to fuck you cause I’m going to devour you.
Chapter 26
Isa Oliveira Brandão
Wearing only my panties and bra, I was still chained, knowing that the best fuck ever was yet to come. Wide beams of light passed through the cracks in the abandoned shed. We were a good distance from the farm and there, in the middle of nowhere, my screams and moans would dissipate and could be heard only by the Big Bad Wolf.
Nicolas took two steps back. His greedy eyes trailing over every curve of my silhouette. He took off his white T-shirt, and I could see his muscles twitch in the half-light. The loose bun fell apart as soon as he put the shirt over his head, and I hated him for chained me there. Otherwise, my fingers would sink with pleasure in the softness and abundance of his hair.
I waved my hands trying to free my wrists.
— Get me out of here, jerk — curse. — What if my father comes here and see this? — Nicolas rubs his thumb on his own lip and a sly smile widens his face. — Come on, asshole! You know I can't have marks on my body now. The purple marks from the bites you left before are enough! — I decide to annoy him a little bit more. — Imagine all the trouble the makeup artist will have to cover everything on Friday.
Come, Big Bad Wolf..
. Just lose your temper, you son of a bitch!
Nicolas lets his shirt fall with other pieces of clothes on the ground covered with dry hay.
— I know what you need, babe. — He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants.
Nicolas's cock is all marked against the fabric of his boxer briefs. Swollen and hard.
He drops the jeans down his thick, muscular legs. Do you know those gym guys that work out their arms and chest a lot, then, when it gets to their legs you see those thin? Well... I'm happy to confess that Nicolas is not part of this team. His legs were muscular and strong, forming a perfect and sinful set of hot fucking man.
Nicolas only had one problem, he knew how horny I was and would use all his power to punish me. He lowers his underwear until his erection is free and that jumps out of his imposing, manly underwear. It is impossible to not salivate when you see such a beautiful pink, big and thick cock. The veins pulsing around its length. The pulpy head crowned with pearly drops. Damn, even Nicolas's balls were beautiful, and I couldn't wait to have him punching all that inside of me, discounting his anger in hard jabs that would make me fall apart in seconds.
He grabs the cock with one hand and comes back to me. His free hand gets inside my panties and he smiles when he sees how wet I am and how bad I want to fuck him.
— Awn ... — I groan when his fingers start to move, rubbing my sensitive and swollen clitoris, while teasing me, that jerk. — Ah ... — I was almost cumming on Nicolas' hand when he stopped moving and came even closer to me.
If there was an inch of distance between our bodies, it was too much. And that distance was killing me.
— Ah, you jerk - I curse, throwing my head back and facing him again.
— There's the cursed mouth that I love so much.
Love? Did he say love? You’ve heard it too, right? It’s not some horny delusions that are clouding over my head, right?!
My heart wanted to jump out of my mouth. Fuck, I wanted to ride him and say I loved him too. I want it so much that it hurts.