Prologue

Gutemberg (Ghost).

"Ghost, wake up." Someone nudges my arm and by the firmness of the touch, I can tell it's not a woman. I mutter something and pull the sheet up, covering half of my face." Wake up! Here is notmotel, no.

Wait, maybe it's a woman.

This voice…

"My husband is coming, you need to go!" I pull the sheet down, spotting a pair of legsturned and feminine,Lucky me, rising the look capturethe short shirtand thenthe front commission.Fuck it! Othe two melons aresofed upthat are almost jumping in my faceand demanding a bite. Oh! They havemarks ofbikini.

I love these marks.

"Are you married, beautiful?" I open an indecent smile, passing my tongue between my lips without deviating from the beautiful pair of breasts.

" Ok… joking with my face?" She says, acquiring an annoyed expression that makes me want to roll my eyes,but I stay neutral, just staring at her and waiting for an answer." Serious?"Speaks, with both eyebrows raised.

" What's serious, honey?" The brunette makes a sound with thelanguageand walks awaynthe direction thechair, where the fan sits and grabs my shirt.

" Well, Suzy warned you that you were no good." He starts mumbling.

Who is Suzy?I think.

My head is exploding.

"I'm sorry, beautiful, but what's your name?" The woman's chin quivers and for a second I think she's going to start crying.or hit me.

" Go to hell!" He yells, throwing an empty shoebox at me.

What the hell.

"What is your problem?" I say, dodging a hairbrush. "Are you fucking crazy!?"

A scent flies towards my head.

" Oh, fuck!!!"

"What's my problem?" He keeps yelling, releasing a high-pitched fake laugh as he points between my legs." He seemed to know me pretty well yesterday.”

Yesterday.

What a day it istoday?

My head throbs in response.

I give her a crooked smile, sitting up and leaning my back against the headboard.now that she stopped throwing things at me.

"Let's do this"

I peek under the covers, starting to get little flashes of what just happened. We were at a party at my cousin's condo in Ipanena.

"Do you know my cousin?" I question, searching the whereabouts of my underwear across the bed.

" Your cousin?" The brunette looks confused by my question, letting out a small groan as I get to my feet.

I flash a smug smile.

"Am I distracting you, beautiful?"

The alarm goes off from somewhere in the room and the woman jumps in place. She doesn't look like one of my cousin's friends, Isadora is too preppy to have a friend who doesn't wear silk nightwear.

"My husband!"

" As?"

" That's the time my husband usually arrives, you need to go, now!"

I scratch my chin, feeling the hair I shaved two days ago starting to grow in, and look at her intently. She's married, she doesn't look that much older than me, but she might be.

" Are they for real?" I point to her breasts and she gasps.

"If you can see them, then they're real."

wow.

" Did the question piss you off, brunette?"

"Won't you go away?" Theargues and I feel the frisson of challenge run through my body. I'm sure she wants me out of here before her husband arrives, she should want that anyway, but now I'm tempted to check and taste her huge and marked breasts.

"Did you like what we did yesterday?" rI decide to play with her head, releasing memories that I myself don't know about, but from the way her thighs have just pressed against each other, I'm sure she remembers. Fortunately, I'm already firm, strong and ready for action.

"I was drunk." ttries to find a justification, probably thinking about her husband's cuckold. what a decent girl.

"Well, you're sober now."

"My husband…"

"shiii "He advances toward you, sticking his ring finger in the middle of your lips to prevent you from speaking."You want, don't deprive yourself of something pleasurable just for mere social conventions."I whisper the last part into her ear, pushing my finger into her mouth. The naughty licks, circling the tip with her tongueand leaving me in the right spot." Good girl. I want to taste that little mouth.

I slide my thumb down her cheek, stroking her chin, the shape of her mouth and urging her to open it.

"What do you want me to do?" I brush my lips over hers and push her shoulder down, forcing her to her knees. It takes her a second to understand my intentions, but she breaks into the biggest dirty bitch smile when she stares at my cock.

"I want you to have your breakfast, beautiful." I smack my length into her face and she laughs, grabbing it in both of her hands and initiating a slow caress." You'd better hurry, little wife. Your husband is coming and will want his own coffee. She puts it in her mouth and sucks it hard, go, bitch." I twist her hair in one hand and force her to swallow every inch.

She chokes.

"You are too big, no I can." revise eyes for your morning. How cool.

"Are justeight inches." The argument, knowing that it is possible. that bitch Pryia has put it in her mouth several times without protest."Come on, honey. You can."I touch your cheek to motivate,petting her so that she purrs like a cat. She tries one more time, however, fumbles,choking andalmost takesinga piece of my most prized possessiontogether."Knows how to do Spanish,at least? " what I question, not wanting to lose in the situation.

The woman pulls down the straps of her nightgown, brings the two mounds together around my cock, and begins to rub, the soft, tempting flesh of her breasts giving me the sight thatI need to forget about the incident and get back to where I started, my hand goes back to her hair and I order her to lick the head at the same time as she milks me with her extra G tits. come out, I make her swallow everything without mercy.

"It's been a pleasure, brunette." I gather all my clothes and get dressed in record time, I don't want to mess with anyone's husband and I have my own issues to deal with.

One, actually.

Pryia.

"Aren't you forgetting something, dear?"I peek over my shoulder and find the woman still with her tits out, her lips swollen from the thickness of my cock and sigh. Time to be a motherfucker.

" Thanks?"

His gaze tightens.

Here we go.

"Sorry, I should have said earlier that I don't do orals." The woman's eyes widen and I notice that they are greenish."Look, it's not just you. I just don't feel horny sucking a woman, I prefer to get straight to the point.

"You are a selfish asshole,you knew? "he attacks and I finish putting the shirt on.

"You knew,butit's not like you're an unforgettable fuck." I think it's better to hold on with the hubby, because a man who marries a woman he doesn't knowIt issuck, must be a saint.

"He's so much better than you!"

I smile.

"Is that why you let me fuck you in his bed?" Her mouth opens, but no words come out. No arguments, great.I think this is my cue." hi, a pleasure. Your breasts are wonderful, I will really keep them in my memory."blink and heThea makes sound of disgust, showing the middle finger.

How childish.

"Pryia was right to dump you." I was already at the door when she spoke and I don't know why, in fact I know, she, always her. My fucking ex. Anyway, I spin on my heel and lunge at the woman, grabbing her by the neck.and seeing everything red.The kitten messed with the wrong dog, I don't usually just bark.

"Wrong game, beautiful." I press harder, sure it will leave the mark and her good husband will notice. "Don't speak that bitch's name!"

" My husband is a p-policeman." She murmurs with difficulty, already starting to turn red.

I want to laugh at your scared face. What does she think? That she's going to scare me by saying her husband knows how to use a gun?

"And? My mother is a judge." I confess, pulling the letter that I rarely use. The bitch must have really pissed me off. Squeeze your neck harderThe, smiling when she coughs and tries to gasp for air. I use my free hand to cup her nose and watch as her lips start to turn purple.

releaseI turn to the woman and kiss her forehead.

She coughs, flinching from my touch.

"Take care."

I leave the apartmentin long strides, taking care to check the hall before stepping out altogether. Luckily, the building doesn't seem to have cameras. Digging through my back pocket for my phone, I find the white gold chain I ripped from my ex-girlfriend's neck after our tenth fight this month.

Screw this.

I shove the object back into my pants pocket and grab my cell phone. The first thing I do is check the messages and see if the bitch has already regretted it, but I don't find anything. Anger consumes me, mainly because I was dying topass on her face that I had another one last night. She must be trying to play hard to get, play hard to get so I'm the only one chasing after her.

Will not happen.

I go to my dad's messages and type that Morgana, my little sister and her sweetheart are doing fine which leads me to text her and ask her the same question.

She is not a child.

I say to myself, but I type to Vincent and ask him to stop by my apartment to check on her. teenagers areannoying and like to play pranks, despite the fact that the brat spends most of the time with his face buried in books,It isuI took care of her for a month, so I need to make sure she doesn't come back pregnant.Home. I open the group of guys, the friends I met when I leftPryia noyourneighborhood Bird of prey*and send the figure diseagle, is our code for asking if everything, Timmy sends another, a full glass of water which means yes, but then he types: I want to suckpopsicle. Which means the boss wants to talk to me.

I put my phone back in my pocket and press the button for the elevator.

A few minutes and it opens, a man comes out, waves and follows the same path I took to get here.

Does?

I wait for him to move away and I crane my neck,catchinggoes intorin the same apartment I left.

Time to go.

Will the lunatic decide to confess the horn she put on her husband and the unfortunate man comes after me? I can'tgoing back to jail, but I can't do without a good fight.

Betting I didn't get here with my car, I ask thegentleman at the conciergewhere can I get a taxi and go straight to my house. My cell phone beeps as soon as I cross the threshold, I tap the message without looking at the sender and brake in the middle of the roomwhen I realize who it belongs to.