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by Ky Crossfire


  Chapter 31

  Isa Oliveira Brandão

  Corumbá - Mato Grosso do Sul

  15 years before

  With the backpack on my lap, I kept my eyes closed to avoid my parents' questions about dating and any other awkward shit.

  My father parked next to Little Carol’s. I was the first to go down.

  Rico's parents seemed happy, dancing clinging to a cheesy country music.

  — Did we arrive in time to see the dancing? — my father provokes. - Take the camera Heitor, this has to be properly documented and saved for posterity.

  — On it — Heitor answers and turns his cell phone in the direction of Henrique and Carolina, who continue to dance hugging each other.

  I sit on the first step next to Rico's grandmother.

  — Did you see Rico and Isa around?

  — Rico galloped out earlier today and hasn't come back yet. Isa is in the room in a bad mood.

  I laugh.

  —It's normal for her.

  She smiles broadly before take another cigar on her mouth.

  — I'm going to see the beast.

  — Don’t you poke the jaguar with a short stick today — she warns as I walk away.

  I wink and follow around the house until I stop under her bedroom window.

  I fasten the backpack straps on my back and hang from the open window.

  — Honeybun — I call softly almost in a whisper.

  Isa’s lying on her stomach with her face turned to the other side.

  — Honeybun — I provoke again.

  With a surprised and furious look, she turns to me.

  — Oh no. What do you want, Nicolas?

  I propel the body and jump into her room.

  — Who said you can come into my room? — Isa sits on the bed.

  — Your grandmother. She said you were missing me and that I had to come soon to calm you down.

  — You are unbelievable — she mumbles. — I’m not feeling well today so don’t you dare to annoy me. v she complains, covering her belly with her arms. With that movement, I realize something that I hadn't noticed the last time I saw her last month.

  — Damn, Isabel, your boobs are huge!

  — Oh, fuck you, Nicolas Reis. Why don't you cut your weird hair and see if I'm anywhere else but here?

  I sit on the bed and take the backpack off my back. I dig into the outside pocket and take out a small package of jelly beans. I don't like it, but Isabel is addicted to sweets and, according to her, the pink ones are the best. So, on the plane, I separated all the pink ones and let my dad eat the others.

  She pushes me with her foot, but I don't move.

  — You know, Honeybun - I start pouring the few jelly beans into the palm of my hand, — today, when the flight attendant offered me those candies — I sure want to laugh — I could only think of ...

  — What? — She comes closer.

  — How delicious these candies are — I tease and put everything in my mouth, holding only one between my teeth.

  — Douchebag. — She punches me hard in the arm. — Get out of here, you muggle!

  I cackle and fall on the bed as she continues her attack.

  — I had to see your face. — I laugh almost without air. — Stop it. Stop it.

  — Idiot — she slaps and swears at me. — Stupid! — More slap. — Jerk!

  — Stop, I'm going to kill you, Nicolas. I hate you! — she screams.

  I hold her wrists.

  — Kill? — I tease, pulling her towards me. — Only if it's with a bunch of kisses.

  Isabel breaks free and runs away from me, hurling everything around her in me. Pillows, pillow, some teddy bears.

  — Stop it! Don’t know how to play? — I laugh, dodging her aim. — Now it's serious — I say. — Open my backpack. There's something for you.

  — I'm not going to open that shit. Do you think I'm stupid to fall for your dull jokes again?

  — Open the backpack, Isabel. — I smile. — I’m serious this time.

  Isa Oliveira Brandão

  With my belly twisting inside because of the colic and completely infuriated that Nicolas didn't leave me alone when I was exploding because of PMS, I decided to open it. Fuck. I was really curious!

  — I'm going to open this shit here, but if you have to screw with me again, I'll shave your ridiculous hair — I threaten.

  That evil boy didn’t let me suffer alone!

  I unzip it and the first thing I see is a small pink package.

  Nicolas goes back to bed and sits next to me.

  — I couldn't go out to buy your gift because of the exam week. So, I brought you these cupcakes. — He seems a little embarrassed by the simplicity of the present.

  — Cupcakes?

  I open the small box and find two perfect mini-cups, so beautiful that I even felt sorry for eating them. The smallest details shining on the cover, the delicacy of the red cherry on the pearly filling. The rage I felt for Nicolas seconds before was gone, that sweet perfection he had brought me was simply the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

  When I took the first bite and the fluffy, smooth dough mixed with a syrup with small pieces of red fruit contrasting with the sweetness of the topping, I realized that it was what I wanted to do the rest of my life: sweets.

  Isa Oliveira Brandão

  Now – Rio De Janeiro

  I can't say anything else. My heart is beating so hard in my chest that I can hardly breathe. I turn around again, admiring the super cute little unicorn, all white, with only the mane and tail in the colors of the rainbow, large letters in the shape of a cloud form the sign: HINNY’s CAKES.

  — I thought about Honeybun — he says, hugging me tight while I keep my mouth open. — Come, I'll show you inside.

  With legs as wobbly as gelatin, I walk hugged to him without taking my eyes off the most beautiful and original sign I've ever seen.

  — Are you ready? — He asks me, showing me the keys.

  — Of course not, damn it. I'm almost dying.

  He stops with the key in the air, right next to the door.

  — Now is a good time to say: you are always right, babe, I will never say bad about you again in my life.

  — Open it, damn it, if I pass out here on the street, it's going to be your fault.

  He laughs.

  — That little mouth of yours... — He shakes his head with a smile that touches my entire body.

  He unlocks the huge glass door. The darkness that surrounds the place makes my curiosity consume me to the point that I can't get the silly smile off my face.

  Nicolas positions himself behind me and puts his hands over my face. Blindly, I walk into my dream. I smell a sweet, familiar smell.

  — Keep your eyes closed — he whispers in my ear and nibbles on the back of my neck before walking away.

  I do as he asks. I hear a click as he walks away, followed by the soft melody lulled by Ed Sheeran's voice on "Dive".

  I feel Nicolas's hand touching mine. He interlaces his fingers with mine.

  — Now you can open it.

  The decor is delicate, with mini-unicorn designs, sweets, candies and lollipops printed on the walls. At the small white tables, each with two hollow chairs, worked in Provencal style, a wicker basket with jelly beans, all pink. My favorite flavor.

  A little away from the tables, a glass panel where the finished sweets would be exposed in the future.

  I let go of my hand and covered my face to hide my tears. The crying became more intense, because it came from the soul, and Nicolas, well, he touched all possible emotions in me.

  — Isabel. — I feel his hands wrap around my waist, and he pulls me into his body, cradling me in a sweet way, calming the whirlwind of feelings he causes me. I keep my wet face against his chest and feel that his heart is beating as hard as mine. — There's one more thing.

  — What? — I say, sniffling and with a tearful voice.

  — Wait here. — He lets go of me
and leans over to pick up something behind the glass counter. I recognize the pink packaging, which brings me back to the day that Nicolas planted the dream of having my own confectionery in my mind. I remember the taste and beauty of that candy.

  He opens the package and my heart misses a beat when I see that the crown of the cupcake is not a cherry, but a golden ring with a small flower studded in bright spots.

  — I want to be the man to make all your fantasies come true. I want to be the one capable of making all your dreams come true. This is just the beginning — he promises, taking the ring off the cover.

  Nicolas sucks on the icing and that provocative and indecent gesture makes my panties wet right away. He fits the jewel on my right ring finger and keeps my hands in his.

  — I don't know what to say — I say, hands shaking between his.

  — You just need to say yes.

  — No — I say, looking into his eyes.

  I see the disappointment on his face, and I instantly regret it.

  — Ah... I had to see your face. — I laugh loudly and nudge his chest. — This is because of the jelly beans you ate in front of me, you silly wolf. But yeah, fuck! A thousand times, yes! — I jump on his neck, covering him with kisses, and Nicolas turns me in the air. — I love you!

  He puts me down and kisses me. Our kiss is hard and passionate, the flavor of vanilla icing is still on his lips. Nicolas swallows every moan of mine and holds me tightly against his body, breathing in my breath, swallowing everything, devouring my lips like no one had ever done or would come to do, because now there was no turning back. Because now I was his, and he was mine, only mine and no one else's.

  God could have frozen time in that second. That kiss was eternal, sweet, passionate and perfect, but things are not as we want and the countdown to the end was already in full swing, I just didn't know it yet.

  Chapter 32

  Isabel Oliveira Brandão

  Nicolas takes me behind the counter and presses me against the wall.

  — Are you crazy?! — I gasp, feeling my body already weakening because of his attack. — It's all made of glass.

  He continues to devour me. Hands sliding into my shirt, squeezing my flesh. I feel my bra get loose.

  — So? — He asks with a wanton smile and the huge body squeezing mine. Our clothes were the only barriers that prevented him from having me right there.

  My hands tighten the muscles in his arms... Oh, God, how I missed this feeling. The way we held each other was as if we had been apart for long enough. It had been less than a week, but for our bodies, those few days felt more like a life time. And now the Big Bad Wolf wanted to catch up. He wanted to devour all of me, and I didn't want to resist. I wasn't crazy to resist, because I needed that too. From the ardor that Nicolas made me feel.

  — Anyone can see us here — I insist without much conviction. It is difficult to argue when a man his size wants something. And at the moment, he wanted me.

  His hands come out of my shirt, and he steps away to turn off the lights.

  Click.

  The confectionery is filled with darkness. I can see Nicolas's silhouette and the outline of his muscular, athletic body as he returns to me. Only night lights bring shapes to life.

  It's exciting and dangerous, but I can't think with reason anymore. I just need to calm this raw and animal desire that I see in his eyes. The same desire that I feel for him. Unstoppable.

  — Problem solved — he growls, and the deep voice whips right into my sex, making my clit pulse.

  — Ah, ok... Just because you turned off the lights, do you think we’re invisible? — I reply.

  Nicolas corners me against the wall and his hands go straight to the hem of my shirt.

  — Isabel. — He leans his head on mine and his hands go inside the clothes, grabbing my breasts, poking my nipples with his thumbs.

  — What? — I groan low.

  — Shut up.

  — Don't tell me to shut up! — I protest, trying to push it.

  Nicolas pulls my clothes up and I stand there, half-naked.

  — You want to fight? — He looks at my breasts and gives a half smile. — Because if we’re gonna fight ... — he takes off his shirt and drops the piece on the floor – it’ll be better to do that without clothes on. — His muscular arms wrap around me, and he sticks his hard chest to mine. — Body to body. Don’t you agree? — Nicolas presses his erection against my lower abdomen, and I groan.

  Nicolas keeps one arm around my waist and the other goes to my ass. He squeezes tightly over my jeans.

  — Am I wrong? — he teases, waiting for an answer and then, slaps my butt hard and cracking, making my skin tingle.

  — Ah, you jerk! — I curse furiously.

  Despite the pants, I have no doubt that’s a huge Nicolas handprint formed on my ass.

  — You’re going to fuck me or you’re going to keep talking.

  He smirks.

  — Now, we’re talking ... I thought all the pink candies had sweetened my hinny.

  I try to use my leg to kick on the bastard, but he grabs my thigh and, in a quick movement, he takes me to the floor.

  Nicolas gets up and takes the cupcake he used to give me the ring. He passes his index finger on the cover and licks the dirty finger tip of the candy.

  Ah, okay... All that's left is for him to stop to eat the candy in front of me while I'm climbing the walls.

  Nicolas kneels on the floor next to me and a stupid, perverted smile is born on his lips.

  — I may not know how to cook — he says, sinking two fingers into the pearly icing. — I may not own a restaurant.

  I follow the movement of his hand to my breast. He grabs it with one hand and rubs his fingers around my hardened nipple.

  — No, I don't know how to do any of this - he confesses after leaving the nipple covered with fresh candy.

  He sinks his dirty fingers back into the cupcake icing and begins to smear the other nipple, poking the tip, rubbing, sometimes squeezing until I arch my body towards him.

  — But there is something I’m really good at. — He releases my breast and runs both fingers down my belly, leaving a sweet trail until he reaches the button of his pants.

  Nicolas supports his arms around my hips, brings my mouth close to my groin and, with his teeth, he pulls the fabric and the button comes off.

  — Speak up, babe - he demands, looking up at me before pulling on the small zipper with his teeth.

  My hands go to my own hair. The pleasure he is able to give me only with his provocations is insane.

  — Nicolas...

  He stands up, and his hands go to the sides of my pants. He pulls on the garment at the same time as he tears off my panties.

  He looks at my completely shaved sex. Before, I used to leave a small hair band, a Hitler mustache, you know? I wasn’t an Atlantic Forest and it wasn’t Serra Pelada either, but yesterday in the salon they had convinced me to pull everything out. There was not a pinch left to tell the story. And by the naughty smile on Nicolas' face, he was enjoying what he saw.

  — Look what I found here ... — he says in a low voice and leaves the cupcake standing on my belly.

  — Why did you stop?

  Devastating and indecent, Nicolas spreads my legs, observing my new look.

  — Did you think I would pass the candy here? — He rubs his fingers between my legs and spreads the moisture from my cunt to my clitoris and stimulates with quick movements until I come in his hand.

  With eyes closed and lips parted, I feel my heart flutter, and it is not in my chest that he beats.

  — No — he growls. — The cover would spoil the taste of that little cunt. — Nicolas grabs my sex and continues to tease me. Fingers sliding into me, putting one, then one more.

  — Ah, Nicolas... — I moan softly.

  Nicolas positions himself between my legs and grabs my thighs tightly. Huge hands squeeze me and keeps my pussy wide open so that he sucks on me. He lea
ns in, and I hold my breath, my body thirsty to feel my beard brush against sensitive flesh. I bite my lip when I feel his warm, huffing breath so close to my sex.

  He grabs the inside of my thigh, and I let out a scream of lust.

  — You dog! — I curse.

  Nicolas sucks and leaves a hickey deposited right there next to my cunt. He gets up and takes off his pants and then his boxer briefs. Despite the low light, I see the perfection of the muscular contour of his body, the way his hair falls in waves over his broad shoulders. My eyes automatically goes to Nicolas's long, thick cock.

  He lowers again and his blue eyes stare at my breasts.

  — Did you think I’d forgotten them? - He comes close and nibbles on my breast, a hand goes down my belly until it reaches my clitoris.

  — Fuck, Nicolas, you want to kill me?

  He runs his tongue over the smeared cover on my breast, it's impossible not to squirm with pleasure. His mouth surrounds my entire nipple, his hot tongue plays with my nipple before it starts sucking.

  — Ah, motherfucker... — I curse softly feeling the lust build up in my sex when he accelerates the movement of his fingers and his mouth works faster, sucking and pulling the nipple until I can't take it anymore.

  — Ah, that’s so good — the prick says satisfied, before going on to torture and suck my other breast. — Yeah, bitch, continue moaning to make the wolf crazier to fuck that tight little cunt.

  — Nicolas, fuck me.

  He smiles and positions himself between my legs.

  — Calm down, babe. — He places my legs on his shoulders and lowers his mouth to my sex.

  Then I see the sky... Damn, Nicolas' mouth is an unexplained thing. I didn't have many experiences before him, I could actually count on the fingers of one hand all the men that I had ever been with before him, and there is nothing worse for a woman then a man that sucks her cunt like he is licking pepper, don’t you agree? Those quick licks? It seems that they’re afraid of the thing or whatever! It gets me angry. Nicolas was on another level. He was willing to snatch it, sticking his tongue in the bottom, nibbling and sucking every fold of mine until it made me shiver, without stopping, as if I were the most delicious dish in the world, devouring everything until I came again.

 

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