NATASHAIf a lion is offered meat, it bites. But since I'm only a part-time predator, I can only suck."Fuck..." Mike groaned as I took him inside my mouth.The taste of his saltiness mixed with the scent of soap made him incredibly delicious. I had never done this before, but I had learned from watching mature videos on the internet.I never anticipated that it would feel this amazing pleasuring someone.His impressive size stretched my mouth. He was so big that I couldn't take all of him. I had to use my hands to give him the desired thrust.One of his hands rested above my head, guiding the rhythm of my movements. He wanted it slow, but I wanted him more."Fuck, Natasha," he moaned.When I lifted my gaze, I saw him looking at me with his droopy eyes. Mouth parted, chest heaving. He seemed to be experiencing a mix of pain and pleasure. Pain that he likes.Releasing his rod, I shifted my focus to his soft and sensitive balls.Mike hissed from the sensation.I was being careful, not w
MICHAELI watched as she walked around, exploring the house I owned in Hampton.The balcony offered a view of the beach, and the constant salty air added to the ambiance.Natasha. I'm starting to fucking enjoy how her name rolls off my tongue.She stood on the balcony, her porcelain skin seeming to glow as the orange light from the setting sun illuminated her. Her silky blonde hair danced in the wind, along with her flowy dress that fluttered softly."You had me fooled," she said when I joined her by the banister. "I should've known. You rent a room at a resort worth more than a year of my salary at the diner, and now I find out that you own a multi-million dollar beach house here in Hampton."Her gaze was fixed on the scenery, but for me, the most interesting sight was her face.Damn, she's a beautiful woman."You're beautiful," I said, voicing what my mind had been telling me about her.She seemed to forget how to speak and chose to look away from me."Look at me, Natasha." I gently
NATASHAFull of pleasure, full of satisfaction, I lay there both invigorated and drained beside him.His lips planted a kiss on my bare shoulder as his hands traced the contours of my body. Each kiss sent thousands of volts through my veins."Did I tire you?" He asked, his voice laced with sweetness.Unable to muster a word, I hummed in reply, which morphed into a moan as he kissed the exposed skin of my neck."Damn, I love it when you make that sound," he hissed.He turned me to face him, wasting no time in capturing my lips in a lingering kiss, savoring every taste.My hand ran through his hair, tugging it gently enough to elicit a groan from him.His hand journeyed from a soft caress of my arm to cupping my breast, prompting a long moan from me. But that wasn't enough for him.His hand slipped between my thighs, but I caught it before he could reach my sensitive area."Mike, I can't..."He chuckled and let me be. "Pussy's still sore?"Instead, he caressed my thigh beneath the blank
MICHAELListening to her loud thoughts grates on my nerves. I know she's uncertain about me, but all I want is to hear her promise that she'll stay with me, that she won't run away again.Is it really that difficult for her? She doesn't have to promise anything, because I know, whether she stays or leaves, I'll bring her back until she finally decides to trust me.But how can I convince her quickly? After all, I'm known as one of the most notorious playboys in the world."You do realize you've given me hickeys, and now you expect me to wear this?" She holds up the dress I personally selected for her.A sleeveless red dress that will undoubtedly fit her like a glove. I intentionally left those marks, each one bearing my name.Her innocent forest-green eyes locked with mine, disbelief flickered within them, stoking a fiery desire that compelled me to taste her lips again and spend the rest of the night tucked away in bed.Damn, I'm fucking addicted."Just marking my territory," I say, w
NATASHA"Ouch! Ouch! Fuck, baby, it hurts!" Michael complained before I even pressed the cloth to his lips. His grip on my thigh tightened as he insisted on me sitting on his lap while I tended to his wound."Easy," he moaned."Stop being so melodramatic, it's just a small cut," I chided, pushing his forehead away with my middle and forefinger."But it hurts," he whined childishly."You didn't act like this when your dad landed two punches on your handsome face." I held up two fingers. "And now, you're acting like a baby.""Was I supposed to fight back while he was practically grinding my face into the floor?" He asked seriously."Your mom was there," I retorted."I wanted your arms around me."I rolled my eyes when I felt his hands slip underneath the hem of my dress, squeezing gently."Do you understand what I'm saying?" He asked, giving me a sensual stare."Are you really in pain, or you just want to put your hands on me, you pervert?" I threw the towel at his face and stood up."O
MICHAELShe cared for me as one would a child - sweetly, yet with a touch of sternness. I found myself drawn to this dynamic."Does it hurt?" She inquired, her fingers gently tracing the bruise that had blossomed on the side of my lips.Her hand floated up to cradle my face.A wave of drowsiness washed over me as her palm made contact with my skin. Dam this woman, she had a way of making me feel like a pussy, but I like the way she makes me soft. She was slowly becoming my weakness, and I am fully aware of it.I reveled in the attention she showered on me, it was a craving I didn't know I had. The care she extended when I was hurt, the worry etched on her face - it all signaled that she truly cared for me."We should probably get that checked," she suggested, her gaze fixated on my lip.My father still got the strength, but I felt the blows he landed on me last night were more forceful than usual.I had the courage to stand up to my father last night, the pain was a distant sensation
NATASHAI felt a pang of guilt. I hadn't expected Mike to envisage a future where we had a family together, with me as the mother of his child.Was it wrong for me to refuse?I still have so many things to experience, so many unanswered questions.I'm not ready yet.Would he understand my perspective?"Mike?" I called out to him as I dressed in a sheer yellow cardigan over a white tank top and ragged shorts.He was in the living room, on the phone, a frown etched on his face. I couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt.But was I wrong?Mike is like a labyrinth to me. He's difficult to understand, hard to read. Maybe because I don't know him that well.If I'm going to surrender my youthful days for him, the least I could do is to get to know him better, for him to earn my trust. Isn't that the right thing to do?"Mike?" I called him again. This time, he looked up.His frown deepened as his eyes scanned my body, as if he found something wrong with what I'm wearing.I looked down at what
MICHAELI don't know what's going on inside her head, but one thing is for sure: she's confused."What changed?" she asked.After sharing our breakfast in silence, I took us to the top deck where we could see the entire sea.We're in the middle of nowhere, and there's no one around to judge us or set us apart. It's just me, Natasha, and the sea.I wrapped my arms around her as she stood by the railings. "I was kind of mad, but I know I can't keep feeling like that for you," I admitted.My hand played with the ribbon of her dress that sat in the middle of her belly, the most precious part of her body.I pushed her hair to the side and occasionally dropped kisses on her bare neck.Natasha gasped for breath when I licked her skin. I'm igniting the fire deep inside her, wanting to start another wildfire.I don't care if she doesn't want to start a family yet, but what I want is for us to make this day a blessed one.The solemn waves of the ocean serve as our lullaby, and it will be perfec
MICHAELMarried, patched up the past, and currently facing some challenges."Whoa!" I exclaimed as a flying vase welcomed me the moment I entered the house. It nearly hit my face if not for my quick reflexes."I don't want to see your face!" Natasha shouted, catching me off guard.I knew she was in a bad mood when I left this morning, but what had I done wrong?Setting the vase down on the floor, I was greeted by another jar, but this time, I failed to catch it, and it hit the wall, shattering into pieces."Baby, what's wrong? What did I do?" I asked, completely clueless about the situation."You were seeing another woman!" She accused, grabbing a flower vase from the coffee table."Baby! Baby! Stop, okay? Let's talk this through.""Talk?" She threw the vase, hitting the door. "Only guilty people would want to talk because they know they were caught!""What?" I sighed, walking closer to her."Don't you dare take another step, Michael Montero," she pointed her index finger at me, but I
NATASHAI let out a yelp as Michael suddenly scooped me up from the ground when we entered the house.The entire day had been a mix of nervousness and excitement. Now, we're wrapping it up by expressing the love we vowed in front of the altar and, well... by making love."How does it feel to finally be my Mrs. Montero?" He inquired, kissing my jaw as we climbed the stairs."I haven't felt it yet, but I think I'll find out once we get to the bed," I mischievously replied, knowing he enjoyed it.The way his face lit up and his eyes sparkled, I knew my naughty Michael enjoyed it when I let myself go wild. He likes it whenever I ride along in his mischievous side."Oh-ho, you definitely will," he chuckled, pushing open the door to our bedroom and gently laying me down on the bed, being careful not to hurt my stomach. "I want to be rough, but I can't, right?""Nope," I shook my head, biting my lower lip."That's a shame," he whispered before leaning in to kiss my lips.I could sense his ex
MICHAELThe church is ready, everyone is prepared, and I am all set. However, what's not ready is the schedule; Natasha is still not walking down the aisle.Aaron's laughter beside me only adds to my irritation. "Chill, man. I'm pretty sure Tasha won't run away this time. She's head over heels for you."Choosing him as my best man might have been a mistake. I could have picked Quintus instead, but he insisted on giving up that spot and settled for a seat in the audience. But, Pierce intervened, insisting that they both accompany Natasha down the aisle together.The process of the wedding was a challenge, it was a lot of work, a lot of planning, but now, everything was perfect.I just wish that Natasha will see this as what she expected it to be."You're sweating. I bet you'll be drenched like someone poured a bucket of water on you once she finally arrives," he teased.Rolling my eyes, I silently prayed that I wouldn't do anything inappropriate in the church, or I'd end up in hell soo
NATASHAPromises are being fulfilled one by one, leading me closer to exchanging vows with the person I want to spend my life with."Are you really sure about your choice?" Laura's question felt weighty, as if we were discussing something serious, even though we were just ordering a slice of cake at the café."I clearly said I wanted it," I replied matter-of-factly. "You're acting like you're footing the bill," I added, handing the girl at the bar the money to settle everything I ordered."I'm just worried about you. Michael mentioned you've been into sweets lately. Have you seen all the treats you ordered? All sweets," she gestured towards the three paper bags being readied at the counter. "Yes, you asked for one slice, but did you order every flavor available?"Looking around with a pout, I noticed how Laura's nagging had caught the attention of some customers."If you plan on bloating up like a balloon, you might want to postpone the wedding because the gown won't fit," she teased.
MICHAELI can feel the coldness of her hands against mine; I can see how edgy she becomes as she fidgets on her seat for the past few minutes.The soft song coming from the speakers isn't loud enough to drown out the loud beating of her heart because from where I am, I can hear it."Relax, baby. No one's going to eat you here aside from me," I joked and squeezed her hand lightly. "Unless you need me to ease you down. I'd be glad to attend you in one of the rooms available in Dad's house," I whispered to her.I expected her to scold me and slap my shoulder, but instead, she stood up and pulled me with her.Looks like her hormones are getting stronger and stronger. I like it when she's the one insisting.Passing by Richie, who's carrying a tray of food, probably for Nathaniel, I nodded at him when he looked at us with a frown. Must be because the party is about to start, and we're heading back inside the house.Wincing, I discreetly pointed at Natasha, and he already knew what it means.
NATASHAMy choice was right to drop everything I planned ahead and settle at home, in bed with my husband.I feel like a woman, a strong person while he makes me weak at the same time."You're-- you're pulling back," I said, noticing the way he doesn't move the way he did back then. Every thrust he gives me is careful and slow, tickling me."Shhh...." he hushed me before claiming my lips and kissing me endearingly. Every suck he makes on my lower lip urges me to make a sound, and every time he thrusts deep inside me, I catch my breath.My fingers run through his hair, yanking and pulling. Wanting him closer."I missed you so much," he whispered in my ear as he moved inside me.The air between us is supposed to give us the freedom to breathe properly, yet we only feel suffocated. Our skin begins glistening, sweat rolls in a breezy morning.The wind coming from the open balcony door can't outdo the heat we're making."Ah!" I scream when he hits the right spot, deep. "I'm coming," I gasp
NATASHATwo months after the incident, I've become more cautious about what's around me, the people I encounter, and the smallest details that I could see.Michael told me everything, what happened before the incident and after.I figured out that Elena manipulated everything and he admitted to me that he also fell for her trap. He said that he thanked me, or else, he would have secured the wrong person.The aftermath, everything became a lot different than before. It's like everyone believed that we have moved on, but we haven't. Or is it just me who can't move forward?The aroma of the caffeine reached my senses as I stirred the coffee with a spoon, standing by the sink, my eyes looking through the window and found Michael heading to the back door while wiping his greasy hands."I finally fixed it, didn't I say so?" He proudly uttered as he opened the back door. "I'm Michael Montero, baby." He came close to me, and I immediately stopped him."Oh my God, Michael. Don't you touch me w
MICHAELI could barely hold the wheel. My hands were sweating. I was a bit on edge, thinking about getting caught in an accident for getting too distracted."We're three cars behind you, Mr. Montero. We got your back," Detective Han said over the phone. "I have my team keeping an eye on your house. Just one wrong move from them, and they're all canceled.""Thank you, Detective."I feared not being held captive, but for my family.There were no words coming from any criminal's mouth that I could trust. All I knew was that while the sharks were around, I needed to keep myself from bleeding. But my family was the bait. I would let my blood stain the sea."I've arrived at the house, Detective," I announced as I pulled over in front of the gates. "Take the shot when I'm in the open.""We got you, Mr. Montero."Leaving everything inside the car, I hopped out, looking around, counting how many visible eyes were on me.The concrete floor felt like it was getting hotter with every step I took,
NATASHATime was ticking, and my heart seemed to fail with every passing second. I kept my mouth shut, even as the man who had us tied up bore a hole in me with his gaze."This is itching my fingers to pull the trigger," he murmured, tossing aside the fork he used to eat the skewered meat Dad Quintus had grilled.The clanking noise made my shoulders tense, gasping for air as I closed my eyes.I could feel a sudden pain in my stomach. My baby, no! I had to stay calm.Breathing in through my nose and exhaling slowly through my mouth, thinking about Michael calmed me, but I couldn't help feeling even more nervous.Every footstep the man took decorated the air with silence, a noise I didn't want to hear. The tapping of the soles of his shoes described menace, and I felt threatened every second.The smell of his odor clung to danger. I could smell it, and I could feel the approaching distress."Hey, you," he pointed at one of his men who was shamelessly feasting on the food from the table