by Ky Crossfire
I grabbed his hair and reveled in the softness of the strands while his mouth and tongue worked to clean the trail of my enjoyment. His lips sucked on my swollen clit until I begged for his cock again.
— Ah, yes... — I said, still in heaven.
Nicolas straddled me and my hands went straight to his arms. I liked to feel the stiffness of his muscles with my fingertips, but he grabbed my wrists, preventing me from touching him. He lifted my arms, holding them at the top of me head and, with his free hand, positioned his cock at the entrance to my cunt.
— Now say — he demands with his mouth glued to mine — Fuck me good, babe.
I tried to tilt my hips so that his cock slid through my entrance, but the weight of Nicolas's muscles kept me immobilized.
— Fuck me, damn it!
He smiles and nibbles on my bottom lip and sticks the whole dick inside of me.
— Aahhhh — I cry with the feeling of fulfillment that my body longed so much.
— Is that what you wanted, Babe? — He moves with his hip glued to mine, rubbing it tasty, his groin scraping against my clitoris and the dick buried deep in my cunt –Do you like to feel my big cock in that tight little pussy?
Nicolas swallows my moans and kisses me slowly. The kiss has a sweet taste. His tongue tangles with mine, and he deepens the kiss.
The pleasure grows inside me again, and he smiles with his mouth close to mine.
— That's right, bitch — He growls. — Feel my dick rolling up that sweet little pussy.
And I felt everything. His cock was punched deep, the balls rubbing against my entrance and his body sliding with each rub, making the next orgasm more evident and inevitable.
My legs around his waist gave out without strength. I no longer knew how many times he had made me come, but it was enough for me to be out of control of my body, in an almost feverish ecstasy.
Nicolas smiled when I came again and then the movement changed, the rubbing was alternated to thrusting, he took off almost the entire member and then stuck everything inside me. He released my arms and grabbed my thighs, causing my legs to be caught between his arms.
The penetration got deeper and, each time he charged at me, I lose my breath, lost between lust and pleasure. Short, loud moans escaped my lips, I didn't have the strength to do anything other than moan.
Nicolas's sweaty muscles slid against my body and our meats beat, skin on skin. The smell of sex and our sweat mixed. I felt his cock swell in my pussy, and he grabbed the back of my neck and growled in my ear.
— Come with your man. Come, fuck. — And my body obeyed, surrendering to the climax.
Nicolas howls almost like an animal when he came with me. His hands that gripped my hips tightly to receive his thrusts now caress my skin. He lies down and pulls my body over his.
I stand there, with my head lying on his chest, listening to the pounding of his heart. Our bodies gradually calming down. Anesthetized.
I slide my index finger through the muscles of his chest and stop when I look at the ring he had given me.
— What's going on? — He asks, moving his hand up and down my back.
I get off him and lie on his arm.
— I don't want to be just one more for you, Nicolas.
He gives a heavy sigh and entwines his fingers in my hand.
— You are not just one more, Isabel. You are the only one.
— And Nick's mom? - I insisted.
— You really want to talk about it now?
I didn't want to, but it was necessary.
— I do — I said at last.
— Well ... Luciana and I never made it official. Her father died before he even met Nick. We have lived at the same house for almost four years, and nothing more.
— You say it if that were nothing — I chide. — You both had something together.
— We had sex a few times, and she get pregnant to marry me.
That conversation started to make me angry, I pulled out of his embrace and started to pick up my clothes.
— That is behind us, Isa.
I put on my bra and slip on my shirt.
— I am free and unimpeded. — He pulls me back into his arms. — It'll just be the five of us.
— What do you mean by five?
— Me, you, Nick and the two wolves that must be on their way. — He puts his hand on my belly and smiles.
— Wolves?! Stop saying that! — I reply. — We must go. I need to sleep — I try to get away from him again. — Tomorrow, I have the photoshoot early in the morning.
Nicolas gets up and puts on his underwear.
— What photoshoot, Isabel?! Are you still with that shit in your head? — he growls offended. — After everything I did for you?
— Everything?! - I answer. - Nobody told you to do all this, Nicolas. And since we're going to be partners for life, I have to get some money into this partnership, right? Since you did everything without consulting me and, moreover, with another woman.
— Isabel, it was a fucking surprise! — He runs his hands through his hair and fixes the loose bun on top of his head. — If I’ve told you, would you accept that I set up the bakery?
— Of course not! I already said that you are not supposed to spend money on iPhone, car or anything else. This cannot be difficult to understand, Nicolas.
He wears the last piece of clothing, and I dress too.
— Are you really going to continue with this? — He looks at me.
— I will — I say firmly with his eyes on me.
Being a model had never crossed my mind. I just wanted to show Nicolas that it wasn't because he had put the ring on my finger that I would obey him.
— Then it will be as you wish — he replies. — Let's see how you will take care of the modeling career and the confectioner.
Nicolas comes closer and wraps me in a hug.
— May my heart lasts tomorrow during the photoshoot. Or you will become a widow before the ring passes to your left hand. — He squeezes my ass and nibbles on my mouth when I try to curse him.
— Stop with the drama, Nicolas Reis ...
Drama?! I knew nothing.
Chapter 33
“Why, you want to tell me how to live my life?”
(“Have a Nice Day” – Bon Jovi)
Nicolas Reis
When we got home after three in the morning, Isa took a shower and slept like a rock. As much as I wanted to lie down with her and hope that we would turn off and only wake up in the middle of the afternoon, my mind refused to relax.
Dressed in a T-shirt of mine, Isabel grabbed my pillow in a hug and murmured something unintelligible before falling asleep.
I leave the room wearing only boxer briefs after taking a quick shower. I go to the bar in my office and pour myself a glass of whiskey. I take a sip and let the strong, woody flavor rest in my mouth for a few seconds before swallowing.
Hinny’s Cakes was my last shot. Fuck! And I’d failed in that. I took another sip. Why does Isabel have to be so stubborn? Why couldn't she just start managing and working on something she has been dreaming of for so long? I go to the balcony and watch the reflection of the starry sky in the pool.
I pick up my cell phone from the table and call Rico. After a few rings, the call is completed.
— Hello. — Answer a velvety female voice. — The cowboy can't answer now.
The girl laughs out loud and screams. I recognize the voice. It's my damn assistant.
— Dienifer. Pass the phone to Henrique now — I roar without patience.
— Sorry, Mr. Reis — she replies awkwardly.
— Talk to me, man. I’m kind busy here — Rico talks and I hear a popping sound, followed by a giggle and a few moans. — I didn't say you could stop sucking me dick.
— Pay attention, Henrique, — I squeeze the phone in my hand and control my voice so I don't wake Isa—- The thing is serious. Damn it. Give that bitch a break and listen to me!
Rico snorts on the o
ther end of the phone, and the girl with him groans in frustration.
— Okay, spit it out as soon as it's not every day that I meet a virgin.
— Dienifer? Virgin? Only if it's from the ears — I rebound. — And yet, I wouldn't believe much.
He clicks his mouth and I hear Henrique's metallic noise opening a can.
— Whatever. Have you seen the size of those tits? The woman is an airplane.
— I've seen it, eaten it and passed it on — I curse without patience. — Pay attention, damn it, I don’t know what to do. I didn't call to find out which of my employees you're screwing.
Rico burps, and I hear him smash the can.
— What do you want? You know I told Isabel everything about Taís, right?
— Of course you did, gossip bitch. She didn't speak to me for days.
He growls on the other end of the line.
— She could have done more. I can't believe she already forgave you. At the very least, she tore her bag off.
— Don't talk shit, Rico — I interrupt. — Taís is a realter. I spent the week with her, but it was to be able to set up the bakery for Isabel.
Silence on the line and then he speaks again.
— So what the hell did you call me in the middle of the night?!
I sigh and go back into the office, drop the empty glass on the oak table.
— I set up Hinny’s Cakes and thought it would be enough to make Isa change her mind.
He bursts out laughing.
— Hinny’s — Rico laughs loudly — Cakes? — Rico mocks a few minutes before catching air to laugh again.
— You are kidding that you put that name. And didn't she jump on your neck?
— She was very satisfied. We had a little fight, but it was a good one. — It's my turn to laugh.
— Oh, motherfucker, are you talking about my little sister. Have you lost your mind?
I laugh and throw myself into the chair.
— It's serious, Rico. Your sister said she was going to go ahead with this modeling business, and I don't know what to do anymore. I'm accepting suggestions — I say defeated. — I can't accept this. I just can’t.
— Did she say she'll do it? — he asks. — Even after she knew about the bakery?
— Yes. It is impossible to argue with Isabel. I’m lost.
— Look, bro, if she already put that in that hard head, then accept that it. Hurts less.
— Accept?! — I roar nervous. — You think I have cockroach blood to see my fiancée walking almost naked, just thinking about the amount of wanker man masturbating with Isabel's photos. I’ll be sick. — I put my hand on my chest, trying to ward off the anguish that has been gripping him for the past few days.
— And where do I get into this whole story?! — he asks. — "No one should poke their nose into a husband-and-wife fight.", do you know the saying?
— Yeah, you fucker? But it didn't take long to go gossiping to Isabel - I reply furiously. — Two heads are better than one. If you were Beatriz in Isabel's place, you wouldn't be so smooth.
— Let Bia out of this — he gets indignant. — Now I’m going to leave you. There's no point calling me because I'm going to have sex. Nobody likes to be interrupt.
— That your dick goes soft until forever, piece of shit — I discount my anger on him, turn off the phone and put it on the table.
The first rays of morning start to emerge, and I continue to plot in search of a way out.
"Accept that. It hurts less." Rico's voice reverberates in my mind.
— What the fuck is this advice? — I mutter to myself and pick up my cell phone again.
Of course, everything is funny as long as it is happening to somebody else.
I select Lucas's number from the phonebook and call.
Answer it, fuck.
The call goes to voicemail after several rings. I get up from the armchair and go down the stairs to the kitchen. I open the closet and grab the box with some drugs. I search the little boxes for a muscle relaxant. When I find the pack, I take three pills and swallow them all at once, dry, head hammering and chest tight. I massaged my temples and decided to go back to bed with Isa.
I went up the stairs and the body showed all the bad nights, including the last one, and the whole fault was hinny’s that slept like a baby.
I took off my underwear and lay down completely naked beside her. I wrapped my arm around her body and stayed there, feeling the sweet smell that came from her dark hair. My eyelids were heavy, and I couldn't resist the tiredness and the warmth that emanated from her soft body.
— Yes, my beautiful. Now look at the camera while Logan holds your breasts. The focus is on panties.
— Isabel! — I roar when clicks start. — Put on a fucking outfit. And you, bastard, take my wife's hand.
— Calm down, babe, it's just work. — She leaves her lips parted and keeps her eyes fixed on the photographer.
I try to get closer and some security guards try to hold me when I go up.
— Isabel. — I wake up in bed, drenched in sweat and alone.
Isa Oliveira Brandão
I felt the weight of Nicolas's arm on my waist and all the stiffness of his muscles pressing against my body. With my body aching and exhausted from the night before, I pull my cell phone out from under the pillow and check the hours.
— Shit — I curse when I realize that it is after eight and I only have an hour to get ready and arrive on the other side of the city.
I look at Nicolas's face and almost lose the courage to get out of bed. The broad jaw covered with a well-shaved beard, the manly features, the thick eyebrows. At first glance, Nicolas looks rude, moody and tense, but when he turns on cuteness ...
I sigh and touch the contour of his face, feeling his beard brush against my palm.
"I want to be the man to make all your dreams come true." I remembered what he had said to me yesterday and my desire was to wake him up with kisses, but he slept so peacefully that I restrained my wills and got rid of him with the greatest care possible so I didn’t to wake him up.
I looked again at the huge man who occupied most of the bed, only a strip of the sheet covering his sex. His entire body was bare. And that made it even more difficult to get out of the room and do what I had to do.
My suitcase was open on the sofa. I didn't even remember having shredded all the clothes anyway last night looking for a piece to sleep in, and I ended up getting a T-shirt from Nicolas.
I rummaged through the suitcase and separated a set of lingerie in the same color, I just have to stay in my panties and bra there and there is that carnival. Although mismatched sets weren't much of a problem, they were punctured panties, but Bia had already gotten rid of almost all of them without even consulting me.
I took the fastest shower in history. I washed the most important parts and tried to tame my hair with a side braid. The ideal would be to keep it loose to cover the purple marks and bites left by Nicolas.
I did discreet makeup and put on the same heels I wore the night before.
— Nicolas. — I tried to wake him up after I was fully dressed, but he didn't even move. — Oh, Big Bad Wolf — I tease, amused by the nickname. — Didn't you say you were going with me?
I sigh and give up trying to wake him up. I check the phone again and I have to fly across the city so I won't be late for the photoshoot. I rummage through the bag, pick up a piece of paper and a pen.
I tried to wake you up, but there was no way. I would prefer you’d go with me, but you slept more than the bed. XX.
Nicolas Reis
I get out of the car and find Lucas smoking outside the agency. When he sees me, he puts out his cigarette.
— Nicolas.
— What the fuck, man — I curse. — I had warned you about Isabel.
He takes his cigarette pack out of his pants pocket and looks at me.
— Calm down, Nicolas. It is better not to go there nervous like that. It is a photoshoot like
any other.
My cell phone vibrates in my pocket, and I answer without seeing it, Henrique's voice takes me by surprise.
— Good morning, Nicolas. — He seems happy. — The hinny told me what you did for my Isa.
I leave Lucas outside and enter the agency, pass by without identifying myself and head straight through the corridors in search of Isabel.
— Did you hear? — I try to buy some time. — Did she call you?
— She didn't call me, but then it means that I can sleep in piece now, since you put a judgment on my daughter's head.
A few feet away, I see her entering a room.
— Not quite — I explain. — I set up the bakery, but she still hasn't got all the craziness out of her head. I'm at the agency now.
Henrique's patience and warmth disappear.
— Didn't you say you were going to solve this, hairy? — he shouts on the other end of the line.
I walk back and forth beside the dressing room where Isa had entered seconds before I reached her.
— I'll fix it, damn it. Now, calm down or there will be two burials. Yours and mine. — I hang up the phone and open the door, determined to get the fuck over with.
The eyes in the well-lit room turn to me. Isabel was so much hotter than any woman there and that was another reason for me to nip that evil in the bud. She was my future wife and, as Dona Isaura had told me, the mother of my children.
Yes, when I say children, I mean at least two. The way we have sex, there might be three, right?! I didn't want her posing for photos. I put my feet down.
I'm a fucking man. So I did what I needed to do. Away from the politically correct, away from morality, I crossed any limits and acted.
Chapter 34
Isa Oliveira Brandão
When I arrived at the agency, Lucas was talking to two other women outside. One of them had short, slightly frizzy hair around her shoulders and the other had afro hair, it was endowed with an exotic beauty that almost made me want to wave to Uber and return to Nicolas' house.