Our kiss was now intense. There was no more lightness, no more sweetness. Sometimes I would bite her lips, but my desire was to bite every part of her body.I went down my lips with difficulty to his neck, because every now and then he pulled me back to his mouth, kissing me voraciously and taking a long time to release me. I trailed hickeys down his neck as he groaned, stopping at his shoulder, which I bit down in revenge for what he'd done the first time we'd touched.- When the alcohol passes, you will have a mark to remember that this really happened, Hector. - I spoke.- The alcohol is gone, Bárbara... And not the memories.- As vivid as the anger I felt at you... - I smoothed his back, completely naked, while I lowered his pants slightly, leaving his underwear with his cock erect under it.- You don't feel angry with me anymore, “crazy, disqualified”? He touched my nose, moving down my face and stopping at my lips, where I kissed his finger.“If you don't provoke me, you won't f
As soon as I arrived at my office at Perroni that morning, Sebastian was waiting for me with a plain, unsweetened coffee, as he already knew I liked.- Um... What do you want from me, Sebastian? - I took the cup suspiciously, while taking a sip of coffee.- How suspicious you are, Babi. Don't you think people might want to please you without wanting anything in return?- I'm trying to believe in people, Sebastian. But I had a past that showed me otherwise and that's why it's a little difficult.- People are different from each other, Babi. And that's a good part of life... Knowing them... And accepting them, the way they are.- Why do you accept Heitor Casanova so well, with all his faults? – I mocked.- Is it just me or does our conversation always have to revolve around him?- Of course. I shrugged and sat down, feigning disinterest.- My business with Hector is different. He was born a bad character and nothing will change that.- Apparently what happened between you in the past wa
- Celine Casanova.I grabbed my bag and ran out of there, blind with rage, towards the Casanova Mansion.Now I took a taxi, to avoid the risk of running into Daniel if I called an app driver. I even thought he was a nice man, until the conversation we had after I saw him and Salma in the living room.I was the type of person who had few experiences with men. But enough to recognize bad characters from afar. Of course it wasn't that fast, or I certainly wouldn't have gone to the Motel with the purse snatcher. But the slightest attitude led me to comparison with Jardel, who was the worst kind of man that could exist.Casanova” types ... Disqualified hot, begging to be “tamed”, exuding masculinity and wetting innocent women's panties, like me, wherever he went.The bastard made me lose my second virginity. And it didn't even hurt, even with endometriosis. In fact, it didn't even hurt like the first time, with Jardel's insensitive.Thinking about Heitor, I arrived in front of the Casanova
- I... I think you'd better ask her. - I replied .- Do you think she would answer me the truth? He looked at me seriously.My God... What am I doing here, talking civilly to Heitor Casanova's fiancée? I don't need to go through this. I "don't want" to go through this.- And his mother. Who has to know is you.- I'm Milena Bayard. She extended her hand to me . “I don't think we performed properly that night.I squeezed her hand, which was cold. I wondered if mine was like that too.“Hi Milena, I wanted to say that I had sex with your fiancé in the elevator the other day. Sorry to be honest, but it was the best fuck of my life. By the way, how many times do you have sex per day, or per week? Do you know that in addition to sleeping with me, there's a good chance he has a steady lover named Cindy? And as far as I know, your mother knows about it. Do you also know and accept? Are you that nice to all the women who sleep with Hector? I'm sorry... I won't do this again. Because I know you'
As soon as I opened the door to my apartment, I found Daniel and Salma making out on the couch.I was unsure whether to pretend I didn't see anything and follow or stop and say hello, pretending Daniel wasn't the sucker I found out about.After all, it was difficult to tell my best friend that the man she was interested in, which was very rare for her, was an imbecile and maybe he was using her to stay by my side. As much as she knew me, she would think, at the very least, that I was being conceited and envying her boy."Hi..." I said, trying to pretend that everything was fine.- Baby? – Salma got up from the sofa, her mouth smeared with lipstick.- Hey guys.Daniel sat up and I immediately looked at his pants. I remembered the situation from the other time. But everything was in place... Nothing pointing my way.- Came... Earlier? – Salma asked.- I went to solve some problems.- Hmm... Are you sure? She smiled ironically.- Yea.- Did you know that Babi and Heitor are... How can I
Salma sat up in bed:- I'm sorry I talked about you and Hector to Daniel.- It's all right. I just... I don't want anyone to know but the two of you.- I will respect your wish, as you respected mine not to see you in our house that night. She touched my face affectionately.- Where's Daniel? – Ben asked.- I turned him down.- Dismissed? I asked.- I sent him away. Because I knew something had happened to Ben. He never comes home like this... Quiet.Ben smiled:- That's what's strange, my loves. I was supposed to be screaming right now. And I just can't. I'm completely stuck. My heart is strange, my body does not obey me. I may have come smiling from the Motel to here, you know?- Yea. – we both said, starting to laugh.- Okay, I also want to say something. – Salma said.- That's good, Miss Salma. It's been a while since you opened up to us. - I spoke.- Ah... I can't be as open a book as you are. But just so you know, I have a journal. And there I write everything I would like to sa
I arrived from Perrone and opened the door of the building, coming face to face with an old motorcycle in the corner. I didn't even know if it was allowed to put that in there. Not even bicycles were left there, near the door, blocking the passage up the stairs. It would be a good idea to put it inside the elevator. At least it would be good for something, as it was now completely spoiled.I climbed two stairs and came back, looking at the motorcycle again. Despite being battered by time, she remained beautiful. I remember seeing that model in magazines many years ago, when I was barely in my teens. I had a certain passion for motorcycles, even though I only rode one a few times.Jardel bought a motorcycle once. I rode for a while and he let me drive for a few minutes. I remember it was one of the best feelings of freedom I've ever had. A short time later he traded his motorcycle for cocaine.I went upstairs again, trying to push the bad thoughts away. How difficult it was to get rid
I started the engine and felt him hold on tight, looking scared.- Do you swear you never got on a motorcycle? I asked.- I swear... I hate anything that only has two wheels.- Enjoy the ride and don't be afraid, Hector. I'll bring you alive , I swear!Hector squeezed me even tighter and I felt his chin on my shoulder. I don't know if he was enjoying the ride or was just deliberately rubbing himself against me.His hands suddenly went inside my jacket and he touched my breasts, making me shiver.I felt his face tighten and I fixed the rearview mirror, noticing the smirk as he stared at myself in the mirror:- Do you like it, Barbara? – he asked in my ear as he stroked me.- Yes... - I confessed, without realizing it.The smile was even more beautiful now and our eyes met in the mirror.- I missed you... I missed you so much. He bit my earlobe.- Hector, you're distracting me... - I said as I left the back streets.- Do you swear? Why even while heading towards the highway? Should you