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My hands on her waist squeeze the soft flesh, bringing her body even closer to mine, almost to the point that we merge, and I press my erection into her belly, to which she moans, obscenely delicious.If hell is the price to have her in my hands, I’m happy to pay.The skin is soft, smooth, warm under my touch, the mouth moves at the perfect pace, and the breasts squeezed against my chest call my name, because I hear them.
A hoarse sound sounds around us and it takes me some time to realize it was me.The air is missing and the kiss is over, but neither mouth closes or slips away.The saliva, spread on our lips, around them, on our chins, makes everything warmer, more primitive, moreabsurdlydelicious.Her smell, her skin, her breath floods me assaulting my mind and determining, in a summary way, that she is my only thought for as long as this instant lasts.
And when our eyes meet, hers scream the one thing that could make me even more hallucinated:Fuck me!Antonella doesn’t ask, beg, or whine, she demands, and damn it, I’m a fucking slave happy to carry out her will.In a few steps, I have her sandwiched against the wall.I squeeze her waist, then her head rises, leaning against the surface behind her and giving me free access to her thin neck.
I lick her chin, her throat, and feel her heartbeat race as I press my lips against her wrist.Neither of us says anything, there’s just the sound of fabric rustling and breaths racing as Antonella’s hands seep inside my jacket and pull my shirt out of my pants.My mouth goes over her skin, covers, tastes every inch, but that changes when she touches me, because I moan.
I moan before I even realize what’s going to happen.The small, slender fingers rise, demanding, across my abdomen and Antonella’s breathing becomes even more uneven.I lift my eyes, meeting hers when my mouth meets her lap, the delight I see is all the permission I need to satisfy the will that has plagued me all night.
I pull the red fabric down, and in seconds, Antonella’s breasts jump free, heavy, goddamn it!I’m gonna come in my pants!I take my time, enjoying them and controlling the horniness that wants, at all costs, to take control of my body.But I’m not fucking coming until I know exactly what it feels like to sink into my future wife.
I admire the fair skin, the stiff pink nipples, I touch them with my fingertips and I love the moan that leaves her lips, the shudder of her body.Sensitive as fuck is what she is, and if that’s possible, the discovery makes me even harder.
My mouth salivates, desperate to taste her, and I no longer deprive myself.First, I slide it across my own lips before Antonella’s narrow, watchful gaze so she knows exactly what I’m about to do.
Then, I lick her lap, descend through the valley of her breasts and go to the right, my tongue follows the volume of the round curve and let my hand play with her other breast.My lips reach for her stiff little nipple and close around it, I close my eyes,totallylost in the sensation of having her in my mouth.
I wrap my tongue around it, circling slowly, and Antonella’s body shudders, rubbing against mine, seeking more, her hands scratch my skin hard, marking it, crawling from my chest to my abdomen, threatening to infiltrate the waistband of my pants and rising again.The motherfucker is so fucking teasing, and I want to kiss her for it.
I bite her nipple,, and a sharp little scream escapes her lips, when I suck her breast, she hands me, for the first time, a real moan, long, loud, dragged and I know I’m lost, because if my desire for her was tormenting me before I touched her, there’s no way in this fucking world that I can forget her taste on my tongue, her scent so close to the point of impregnating my nose, or the sound that left her throat while I had one of her breasts in my mouth.All this before I was inside her.
Antonella grinds on me, seeking more contact, and I push my pelvis against hers, rubbing my hard cock, drawing moans from both of us.Her hands rise, finding my hair and pulling it as they push my head further toward her breasts.With one last lick, I change, slowly carrying my tongue to the other breast, already anxious for it and letting my fingers rub and grabbing the one who has just been abandoned.
I suck it with the same intensity, sucking deliciously, obeying its demands.She rubs her breasts in my mouth and hand, telling me exactly how she wants to be touched, more or less intensely, driving me crazy, stealing from me a control that I’m happy to hand over to her.I abandon her nipple and assault her mouth, the kiss is fierce and borders on despair.My hands search for the zipper of the dress, wanting to open it right here and take her completely naked to my bed.
“Fuck,Ella... You’re so hot... I’m going to get addicted to you,” I whisper into her mouth before sliding my lips down her face and reaching for her ear. “I’ll lick you and suck you whole. I’ll feast on your taste, and when you’re begging, I’ll fuck you hard!”
“Oh, God!” she says in a strange enough tone for me to step away and look for her eyes.I find them wide, and Antonella’s hands no longer pull me to her, they push my body away from hers, and I frown, pulling away.
“Are you ok?” I frown in concern, but it is enough for my gaze to find hers so that I realize what is happening.Antonella just realized what we were about to do.
“I... I...” she stutters, and I close my eyes, taking my hands off her body and taking a deep breath. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!
“Just go, Antonella,” I say, still with my eyes closed, running away from the vision I don’t need to have for even a thousandth of a second to know that it fucked me up.Antonella with her messy hair, warm face and lap, her skin around her breasts reddened by the demanding touch of my mouth, her breath uneven and her dress completely wrinkled.
“Marcos…” her tone is whispering.
“Antonella, if you don’t want what we both know was about to happen, just… just go…” I open my eyes and ignore anything and everything other than her eyes.Dark pools pull me in, sealing the certainty I already had.She doesn’t want to, or rather she wants to, but she’ll run away.And, following the script given to me by her scandalous gaze, Antonella turns and almost runs toward the stairs without even putting the dress on.
I watch the scene from afar, standing in the same place, and I curse myself for my fucking stupidity! BA-BY WI-FE, damn it! Of course this would go wrong!And now, I’ve just ruined any chance we had of this marriage being minimally friendly!If the girl does not get afraid of interacting with me, I know I will be fucked every time I look at her, because all I will see is the image that would not be washed from my thoughts even with bleach.
And if before it was hard to deal with my imagination, now that I know exactly what reality is like, damn it!I lower my head and bring my hand to the bridge of my nose, squeezing there and sighing.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Marcos! You’re really good at screwing up!” I grumble to myself, but frown as I hear the words out loud.
Maybe that’s the problem after all.Not fucking anyone and being constantly tempted by my fiancée is driving me crazy.How long has it been since I fucked a pussy?Weeks, what the fuck!Of course I’m going to go crazy with a woman walking around in a bikini in front of me, damn it!
A disgusting sound leaves my throat.Definitely, I turned into a fucking João Pedro 2.0. But this ends here. I straighten my clothes right there, get rid of my jacket and bow tie, without worrying about choosing, take the first keys I find in front of me and go back to the elevator.There’s no way I could masturbate in the bathroom like a fucking teenager, not at all!
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“This has never happened to me before!” I repeat out loud the stupid phrase without being able to believe that I actually said it. Oh my fucking God! What am I reducing myself to?First my fiancée runs away from me, now this!
I huff, fucking pissed, and I rub my hands over my face as the elevator makes its way to the place I should never have left, my home.It would have saved me a hell of a humiliation.
I relive, for the thousandth time, the last hour, the most embarrassing moment of my life.Not even the fastest orgasm in my history, when I lost my virginity, could overcome this moment.The memory of the amusing look on the face of the long-haired brunette as she put her clothes back and I watched her, still naked, lying in bed, and with the big guy deader than he had ever been, despite all her efforts, she mocks my miserable state.
The son of a bitch refused to give any response, no matter how much the woman devoted herself, and in my mind, a single sentence repeated itself like a damn mantra: it’s not her you want!It wasn’t, but she should have served.My head drew up the perfect plan, but my body refused to stick to it out of some stupid sense of morality.It’s not like the woman wasn’t using me either, damn it!She was beautiful, but the closer I got, the more I realized she wasn’t Antonella.
