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I keep my eyes on him and watch as his pupils blow out and his breathing deepens, making me smile.
I want my monster.
54
Christian
My heart is racing as I stand up and move toward Nicole. She is looking up at me with a sexy fucking grin, and she slowly opens her legs, forcing her knee-length skirt to ride up her sexy-ass scarred legs. I slowly kneel between her legs. I have never kneeled for anyone before Nicole; it has only been her and will only be her. Kneeling for her is the most natural thing for me to do. I might be the King, but she is the motherfucking Queen, and the King should always fucking bow for his Queen. She is his rock, his foundation. The King is nothing without her, and that is what Nicole is for me. I know I will spend the rest of my life showing her just that.
She grabs onto the armrests and slowly lifts her ass. I reach down, grab her skirt, and push it up around her waist, exposing her naked, wet fucking pussy. My mouth waters as she slowly lowers herself back down onto the seat. I grab her legs and rest them on my shoulders as I lean forward and press a kiss to her inner thigh. She gasps and tightens her grip on the armrests when I grab her hips and pull her to the edge of the seat.
I lean forward, keeping my eyes on hers as I kiss up her thigh to her dripping pussy. She closes her eyes, and her chest rises and falls faster the closer I get to her core. I slowly slide my tongue through her folds, her juices coating my tongue, making me groan. I have never tasted something so fucking sweet in my life.
I spread her pussy open with my fingers and slide my tongue into her pussy, and she tightens her legs around my head, holding me in place. I insert two fingers into her as I latch onto her clit and suck it into my mouth while I push in a third finger and begin to fuck her. Her pussy starts to pulse around my fingers, and I reach up and wrap my fingers around her throat, squeezing gently.
She moans and starts to grind against my face, riding my fingers. I look up at her as she starts to lose control. She lifts her hand and presses the back of it to her mouth as she releases another pleasure-filled moan. She arches her back as I push in a fourth finger, stretching her, enhancing the pleasure with a little bit of pain. I thrust my fingers faster, curling them up so I hit that sweet spot deep inside her that I knew would set her off. I circle her clit with my tongue as her pussy tightens around my fingers, and when she is about to fall over the cliff, I take her clit gently between my teeth and suck hard. She cries out my name as her release coats my fingers and tongue.
I close my eyes as I work her through her orgasm and slowly remove my fingers, putting them into my mouth and sucking them clean. I lick through her fold, ensuring that I get every last drop of her release. I could fucking eat her, taste her, for the rest of my life, and that is exactly what I fucking plan on doing. She sinks back into the chair as I continue to taste her, not wanting it to end just yet. Her breathing starts to slow, and her body is sweaty and slick, making my cock pulse against my zipper. Time for round fucking two.
I tighten my grip on her throat as I continue to lick and suck her sweet pussy. I had accepted who I was, but now, because of Nicole, for the first time in my life, I want to be more. I want to be more for her and only her. She embraces my mostro, but I need to be fucking more than a ruthless mostro, and making her my wife is the first step in making some needed changes. Changes I never thought I would want, now I fucking need, and it is all because of her.
She deserves to be treated like this, loved, pleasured, taken care of, protected, all those things I will fucking give her no matter what I have to do.
55
Christian
“Our forever starts now.”
It has been a long time since I returned to my home country. My family brought me here when I was little, but I have only returned a few times. I never had a reason to stay long, but now I do. Now that I am getting married to Nicole, it is time I spend a little of my time here and show her where I came from. My family will not attend the wedding, or at least what is left of them. They don’t understand what I am doing, and they have all distanced themselves from me since I killed my father. I don’t blame them.
My family was pissed when I took over and started to change things. They wanted things to be the way they used to be, but that is never going to fucking happen, not as long as I am still alive. My Padre did things a certain way, the old way. He turned a blind eye to a lot of things that were happening, like the sex houses, because he was also making a profit, but that will never happen again while I am running things. The old ways are done, and it is time my family either accepts it, or they can stay in their own fucking lane, and I will stay in mine.
They were never much of a family to me, but I guess that is what happens when you grow up in a crime family. The family dynamics are just different, and I want to break that cycle in certain ways with Nicole, me, and our future children if we have any. I don’t want my sons to go through what I went through as a child. My Padre had a particular way of getting his point across.
I will never forget when I saw my Padre raping my Madre for the first time when I was a child. It was that moment that started to create me into what and who I am today. I never knew how much that day actually fucking affected me until Nicole. She has made me aware of a lot of things without even fucking knowing it. My heart starts to race as I struggle to take a deep breath. I tighten my grip on Nicole when the memory takes hold of me. The memory that no amount of drugs, booze, or sex has been able to get out of my head.
7 Years Old
I woke up from whatever nightmare I was having, sweaty, shaking, and my heart pounding in my chest. I rub my eyes, and the screaming from down the hall from my room shakes me from my foggy mind. It seems like there has been a lot of screaming in the house lately. I am seven years old, but I don’t feel like it. A seven-year-old would never hear or see what I have in my short years on this earth, but I have learned that my life and my family are not like others. We are different in so many ways.
I can hear my parents arguing. They seem to be fighting a lot lately, and when they are not fighting, they are in separate rooms and don’t speak to each other. I honestly don’t know which is worse. Sometimes, I find the fighting comforting because at least they are interacting with each other, even if it is screaming and cussing.
“Shut the fuck up, you stupid bitch,” my Padre yells at my Madre.
I can hear my Madre sobbing. “Please, he is just a boy,” she begs him.
It breaks my heart that she has to beg him a lot, and it usually has something to do with me. I am starting to figure out that she doesn’t want this life for me, whatever this life is, but my Padre will not back down. He is not the type to back down from anyone.
“He is my son,” my Padre screams at her, making my blood start to boil. I don’t like how he speaks to her. She does so much for him, for me, for all of us, and this is how he treats her?
Is this how a husband is supposed to treat his wife, the mother of his Figlio?
“Please, I don’t want this for him,” my Madre replies. Her voice is anxious and laced with pain.
“I don’t give two fucks” he states in an evil, dark voice. I know that voice; he uses it often.
“Please!” She screams.
