My Life in the End

by Adriana Alexa

  I wanted to yell at him. Slap on your face. And then lick it.

  I pulled her shirt up, drawing his muscled abdomen formed a path along his pelvic indentation and the trail of light hair descending from his navel to disappear in your trouser waistband made me sure that I wanted to lick it.

  But today, Gregory had different plans. His hand was in my throat again, while the other I pinched and squeezed, thighs and back, until they stick in my hair, pulling it out by the roots as if it were able to pull them all in the heat of lust. I stuck nails in her neck and let the kiss to bite her chin. His ragged breath came warm the crook of my neck so got rid of my teeth.

  Alone at the pier in labor.

  I dragged her nails down his neck, biting her smooth cheeks.

  - He beard why, Gregory? - I whispered damn - Eleanor sent, was it?

  He pulled me by the leg and threw me back against one of the cabins, making the dark wood door complain. I licked my mouth, bit my cheek and scraped his teeth on my earlobe, serrilhando it.

  - If you are teasing me, Laura, will be worse.

  His strong hand took my breast and I was sure that he would tear it. Squeezing flesh and nipple in a powerful contraction, punishing my chest under his yoke, while the erection swelled in his pants.

  The link in despair and rude words.

  I went down his pants and closed his fist around his cock hard.

  - Worse for whom? - Snapped - I know I care, Baxter. Of us, it is you who have to take care.

  That hot cock and delicious squeezed my hands made a shiver through my spine. I had seen some great men in the world, but none compared to Gregory.

  He was screeching every new grip that certain my claws subjected your precious member. In a quick defensive move, he found my wet and afflicted sex, begging for friction. There was pirracentos touches the clitoris or smearing fingers. He would not be sensitive today and it had already become clear.

  Four fingers. It was exactly what Gregory gave me. Aligned and stuck deep into my vagina, stimulating other nerve endings. The spasm spread my thighs made it clear to him that I was enjoying being your toy. He laughed, pushing me with his shoulder, making me lose my balance until my only option was to fit my thighs it. And they did it: greedy and disobedient, rubbing in his pants.

  Coming home alone with a baby in my arms.

  Holt stuck their fingers at me and trembling, massaging me inside. Or me scratching and tearing as it would be according to your intentions. It was enough only a thumb and he would be sticking his whole fist in me. That thought came fleeting, but left me trembling and panting wishing he did.

  - Are you trying to punish me because you do not want to admit that is a mama's boy.

  - I'm willing to punish you because you deserve it. - He smiled and this time it was he who bit my mouth until it hurts.

  - Oh, forgive me. - Her fingers reached a very delicate place in my pubic bone and I managed a cry before saying - It's little son Mom. - My fingers were in her hair, pulling the fine wire with maximum strength I could. Preventing them from slipping through my fingers - is the grandson of Grandma.

  He closed his hand and the thumb was stuck on me too. I threw my head back, moaning like a bitch, staring at the ceiling as he sought support with hands or feet to prevent my body from falling.

  - That's what you wanted, was not it? - His hand went through me like a stick very very thick. Stimulating the sensitive entrance of my vagina, inundating me with pleasure to the point of making me roll my eyes and almost lost consciousness. - I know you too well. I teased because she wanted me to fuck you with my whole fist. Te pounding inside.

  All difficulties. All loneliness.

  My nails were on his chest and on his shoulder. I would not drop. Would tear the skin to draw blood. Completely uncontrolled pleasure. Howling like an animal and watching him relish in my lack of control.

  A child who looked increasingly to him in an eternal memory.

  I bit his neck and sucked her skin. That delicious scent. That crap that delicious perfume. Why did he have to smell so good?

  He took the hand of me, making me wake up.

  - Enough. Feel with your hand is good, but it has other body part you feel you much better.

  His erection touched my skin as boiling your hips squeezed me against the wall, opening my thighs, tucking one leg under my knee to get up, putting my entry into an accessible height.

  The news in the newspaper of your happy marriage and her young son.

  - My turn. - Roared. I mastered his cock with one hand and squeezed his balls with the other. He fell just one centimeter.

  - What are you doing?

  - Do you want to feel? For I will not leave! - I spent the teeth at her chest, leaving her nipple roll on my tongue - Your turn to be punished for what he did to me.

  With his balls under my control, his cock was a submissive servant. I squeezed slowly and he moaned in pain. And so I used his brush stick, painting your lubricant for my input and the groan of pain turned to pleasure. His arms held me arrested by the waist and I wanted to die there. Surrounded by those huge arms and that delicious smell.

  Elizabeth called my son "little bastard".

  I rubbed the glans against my clit, drenching his hard cock with my sauce. The distance seemed to hurt Holt more than the grip on his balls and slid one of my breasts in his mouth to soothe the despair I saw in his eyes.

  The head of his cock was getting closer to my entrance. Opening the lips of my sex with their rigidity, making the long, slow ride, he groaned. She moaned and bit my nipple tightly. I screamed and let slip a few centimeters inside.

  My vaginal muscles contracted and relaxed, anxious, wanting to swallow Gregory erection for you.

  The various girlfriends who had off his wife.

  His teeth clenched my hardened nipple in such a way that made me sure that my chest would hurt all week. I squeezed his testicles hard and he let me go. I thought you were complaining, but instead grabbed my wrists with one of his hands while using the other to support my buttock. Moved the entire hip baring me and, taking advantage of his cock was already embedded in the top surface, applied more pressure than necessary to fit the rest.

  The affair with his secretary.

  I ate hard, making my legs tremble and convulse, looking for support that did not exist there, pressed between a wall and a sink, climbing the marble every new thrust. His cock throbbed within me as my whole pussy throbbed to accompany him and swallow the pleasure that was offered.

  My heart was beating so loud and so strong that I could not have more to say whether they were actually the beating of my heart what I heard or if Gregory was beating me up against the wall too strong.

  Doubts and distrust.

  The groan was concentrated in my throat as well as the explosion that formed.

  Greg kissed me and I sucked his tongue.

  Confessions of love I wanted to believe.

  The movement of your hips kept leaving me completely at his mercy. My whole groin throbbed as I felt my crisis approaching.

  The gleam in his eyes when he met our son.

  His tongue invaded me as deep as his erection and I closed my eyes handing me the relief that washed over every tiny part of my body. Leading me to ecstasy and delirium under his saliva under her hands.

  That touch that had made me so much.

  Gregory was coming and I pressed close as he finished. Our bodies glistening with sweat. I passed my hand on his forehead, wiping the droplets of his eyebrows and something in his eyes told me he would smile.

  But then a loud knock caught our attention and I realized I was wrong: it was not my heart or Gregory impulses. The sounds that I had heard, but he was too engrossed to pay attention, they were knocking at the door.

  and violent hits.

  The speed with which we dress was unbelievable and I would tidy hair or minimized the damage in the makeup if possible. But the beats crackled so urgent that we were both certain that the person on
the outside knew what we were doing there.

  I took a deep breath when Gregory rubbed his key and opened the door revealing the man in the suit on the other side, flanked by two policemen.

  The angry look in his eyes and the fact that the restaurant was considerably emptier now than before we went in the bathroom and I knew we had been noisier than I had anticipated.

  The police said they would take us to the police station in front of the manager's complaint and, despite Gregory's protests, pulled a handcuff belt.

  Oh shit.

  ***********

  Tyler Hyatt and did not seem to agree on anything. It was almost as if on purpose. Each fighting for their individuality. But sometime between playing with the dog and get a video game, they seem to have found a common field.

  It would not happen quickly, but I think they would get along.

  Tyler was the exact opposite of young Hyatt I knew since he was born. He was careful and polite. And his mother was enough to retire, he took a man the way home trying to control the half-brother. I do not think that had much success, but he struggled.

  We ordered a pizza for dinner and complained to Tyler to Hyatt take your dirty dishes to the sink. It was lovely. I think this new contact would do well for the young man who was not at all bad. Just needed a little instruction.

  A touch the bell and I got up to answer the door.

  - Hello, Matise!

  - Mrs. Baxter. - I ran a hand through uniforma to make sure I was in line. Eleanor Baxter was the kind of woman who does not tolerate any kind of imperfection and I knew very well that the last detail would be able to get her to persuade her grandson to fire me - We were waiting for you.

  - Why should I, darling? I did not warn you coming. It was a last minute decision. The boys are here?

  - Yes Yes. In between. - I pushed the door for it to open completely. Hyatt was still watching the screen and the game, but Tyler turned aside to watch her grandmother.

  She licked her lips while staring.

  - Matise, get the boys. - Warned with that tone that brooked no questions - I'll take you for a ride.

  Chapter 14

  Laura was silent beside me, which could only mean one thing: she was cooking arguments to destroy me. It was the only time in your life that Laura did not speak, when she was thinking exactly what to say.

  - Do not you want to talk? - I ventured finally.

  - About what? About you blame me for what happened or about people being arrested for indecent exposure?

  - Do not blame you for what happened. - I exclaimed, exhausted - and this thing from prison was a joke. It's all settled and you know.

  I checked the time on my wristwatch. It was shortly after eleven o'clock and I had not imagined that our night would end soon.

  I had not imagined many things that happened today, actually.

  - I think I took pictures ... ... reporters on the street. This will not be good.

  - I'm going to fix it.

  - Will bribe someone?

  - What is your problem? - I stopped the car on the shoulder of the deserted road to face her.

  - Is that going to do, is not it?

  - I know some people in the newspaper! I try to avoid that the photos appear! Why do you have to act like I'm a child of the scoundrel and corrupt whore?

  - Why did not you come after me?

  He had tears in his eyes. I thought we were fighting for a reason ... but it was the other.

  - Sun ... - I leaned down, she pulled away by placing hands flat between us.

  - If you think even for a second, that I was not a horrible person and it could be another explanation ... - his voice was not the cruel and calculating lawyer. It was a tearful, pained voice, full of feeling. It was my fragile gift that no one knew but me - Why do not you come after me?

  - You were gone, Dom. - Sighed - People do not disappear like that and I ... the explanation they gave me ... and I had proof ...

  - Greg ... - she wedged, her hand to her mouth and I saw that she was going to cry. My heart contracted amorphous and I ignored the barrier that his arms imposed among us to embrace it. Fuck fight. She needs a hug and was exactly what I wanted to give him.

  - Excuse me. - Admitted, rushed - It was all my fault. All. Just do not cry, please. - I tightened my arms and squeezed in my chest. The position would be horrible because of the car in gear and the space between us. Would be. If not for the fact that it was Dom in my arms. And when the combination was that there was no bad position.

  - I wanted you to see. - Rested his forehead against mine - You do not realize, but she ... she handles you all the time. Just Eleanor, Greg. She is everything bad that's with you. With us. I wanted to trust you. I wanted to know who would believe me. But she's too strong ... And I was so afraid. I was so alone.

  It's ... my eyes were filled with tears as well.

  - Shh ... No longer alone. That's what I'm trying to tell you.

  - I do not know who you are.

  - Sun ... - I laughed disbelieving.

  - You seem to have lost the reason, Greg. - He pushed me gently - Pay attention! You act with me as if nothing had changed, as if he loved and I love you me and that was all that matters. And for a while, I ... I was so homesick that you believed. I jumped head this insanity, but the weather did not stop! We are not there years ago, in love, discussing whether or not your grandmother wants to undermine our relationship and cursing her bitch in the back. I'm telling you that she offered me money to abort your child without talking to you. That made me lose my job and sent Boe scare me enough to make me change my name and leave the country. This is not a discussion because of the color of the curtains or what house to live, Gregory! This is a very serious thing! And I was scared. And I ran away and I created our own son. I'm not saying I made no mistakes. - Wiped the tears in his palm. - I should have talked to you. I should have done so many different things, but ...

  He gulped.

  - But what? Tell me, Don. Tell me how to fix this.

  - You can not pretend that nothing has changed. We have to understand what has changed, find out if we can forgive and move there. You're not the man I knew and I'm not that woman.

  - Of course it is. - I stroked his face with an immeasurable tenderness.

  - I'm not. - Held my hand - And you? Married to a woman who does not love? A business marriage and appearances to please Eleanor and cause me jealous? The man I met had run it all. He despised it all and would never act like that. You're not that man.

  Now it was I who walked away thoughtfully.

  - People change, Greg. I changed. You made me change. For the best! And I think ... I think the death of his father and Amanda made an impact on you and made you change for the better, but Eleanor ... ah ... that damned woman stuck their poisonous fangs into you more turn. Maybe you can go back to being the man I loved. The man I trust with my life. It might be even better and stronger than he was. But today ... - his eyes were dull and empty - Today, you're not that man.

  I stood in the shadows waiting for the words of Laura stop echoing in my ears. Sense the weight of reality squeeze me and choke against the leather seat.

  I did not know what to say.

  There was nothing to say.

  Eventually, I went back to face the road and put the car in motion.

  She remained silent beside me as something gnawed my flesh, filling me in a whirlwind of thoughts. I wanted to go back in time.

  I wanted to go back in time more than anything else.

  I wanted us to be together in peace.

  Unfortunately, this was a wish that I could not accomplish.

  ***********

  Marise was trying to understand what was the problem and the problem was very simple: I was going to strangle her.

  My mind stopped working sometime between "Mrs. Eleanor took them for a walk" and "it does not come back yet."

  Holt was on my side, stiff and pale. Sure that the intrusion of his grandmother in our lives - agai
n - and she has taken my son to an unknown place without my permission would not help at all our precarious relationship is fading more and more.

  My throat closed as an anaphylactic crisis and I suspected it was just that I had: severe allergy to Eleanor.

  Gregory care for her grandmother and tried to calm me, but I had unlearned to do anything that was not hit your feet compulsively shove his hands in hair and despair. I do not know exactly when I could call or send a message to Zahner, but he appeared. I do not know exactly why I hugged him as if my life depended on it, but it happened.

  - Where were you? - Embracing caught him off guard and slap me snapped tightly on his arm was no different.

  - You do not want me around. - Spoke low, indicating Gregory with his chin - He said he knew to turn, remember?

  - And you said you would take care of my son and now he's with Eleanor!

  Gary squeezed my elbow, begging me to speak lower.

  I did not have to look at Holt. I could feel the uncontrollable jet jealous that he poured on me in front of my secretive proximity to Zahner.

  I would say it was not personal.

  But was.

  It was exactly what it was: it was very personal and I did not trust Holt when it came to his grandmother, especially if my son's life was at stake.

  - Did you get it?

  Gregory shook his head.

  - It should not take the kids to wherever he went without speaking to one of us, Dom It will not happen again..

  - You know, Gregory? Sometimes's cute how you think you have any control over it. But other times it's just pathetic.

  My words were an outburst suffered from uncontrolled mother and full of concern, but he swallowed hard and looked down I doing to make sure that the blow had hurt a lot more than I planned.

  It was definitely not the time to apologize and I even bother with it.

  I wanted my son back and now wanted.

  My creative and maddened mind was displaying a short film of all evils that Eleanor could do with my son and all the lies that she would tell then to protect yourself.

  If she hurt my son, I'd kill her.