The police did an impeccable job in first helping my injured security guards and moving to some safe place, knowing that because I was a public figure I could not wait for any service or transport. So I went in the ambulance with my security guards, leaving Hazz behind. We did not say goodbye with a warm kiss or a promise of some unforgettable night, we were both in shock. Hazz a little more, after explaining to the police how he had managed to neutralize five armed men and still hold the sixth after he ran after me. The police arrested all the men, none of them could escape. But Hazz was right.It wouldn't be the first and last time of some attack. Everyone tried to hurt me in some way. I had too many enemies. My family had too many enmities. The world knew Jessy Jones, just like any super celebrity of the moment. This attracted envy and obsession. For many years I had to deal with hallucinated fans who thought they could someday have the chance I offered Hazz; have my body and my pow
The next night, even traumatized by the idea of being strongly escorted around the city and wearing a colorful wig all the way by car, I attended the meeting at Hazz's house. The apartment in which Hazz lived was not as decadent as I thought. The facade of the building was made of bricks burned by the sun, rising on six floors, whose wide windows were all facing the sun, whether it was its sunrise, or its por.There was no doorman. No one to communicate the arrival of a visit, maybe that's why he was already waiting for me in front of the entrance gate, holding an umbrella when he saw my car park. His hair was loose, and I could see all the fulfillment of the strands. It was indeed big, but loose gave him a much better look than the prisoner in that weird way. He almost looked like someone else there, although the flashy sweater and colored pants didn't help at all.A slight rain from the beginning of December was starting to fall in the city, and Hazz had the common sense of approach
We ate quietly, with Jessy explaining to me how her life as a world-renowned celebrity really worked, and how grateful she was still for my attitude the night before. I had taken a scare from hell when I saw her in that purple wig, and I really wanted to say that, for someone who understood so much about fashion, she didn't know how to be discreet at all.But I also noticed that security had changed, that a car followed her closely, and that the men would not leave the sidewalk in front of the building until Jessy left. I wondered if everyone around her was already aware of that agreement, if everyone realized that that night could very well last a long time, because of the possible sex she intended to have with me.But I was forced to swallow all these thoughts and stay as neutral as possible. Jessy seemed to hide something. She was pulling all kinds of subjects, as if to persuade me to go straight to where she wanted us to go.I was not dumb to the point of thinking that, after last
She was wonderful. She was a woman in all aspects of the word. The full breasts came against my face when she passed both arms around my neck, and a cruel and purely malicious smile rose on her face."For someone who even moments ago was astonished by my reference to sucking your cock, until you are very out," she said, arching an eyebrow.I didn't stop moving my hands through your ass. I didn't stop feeling the lace details of her panties that curled gently at the tips of my fingers. Her smell was converting me in that worst version too, it was so dose and sensual, so strong and with notes of wild flowers. I didn't know how to describe that woman and everything that made her unique, but she was perfect, I just wanted to praise her before things came to an end that I didn't expect."You seem to awaken my most lascivious side," I confessed with a little smile.Jessy leaned slightly back, letting me see her entire trunk and the way we were so close intimately. By the way she moved, I co
Hazz's kiss gave me the impression that angels touched harps and that heavy and soft clouds surrounded us, because it was the same as going to paradise and coming back.The touch of his hands on my skin gave the feeling that nothing in the world was more sacred than that gesture. I felt hungry, with a hole in my chest that could only close with more and more of it. Everything he gave me in his kiss, I took it.Every gesture of hunger, I corresponded. It was a delivery, a song, and a poem for the few who knew how to appreciate it. I loved the way he touched me and made me feel like the most special creature in the world. I loved feeling like more than just a girl he would have sex with.All right, I had taken all that, but I didn't expect him to involve me in that growing need to do more than just distribute some kisses, skip the foreplay and start with the most fun part of the meeting.I didn't expect him to kiss me as if it also depended on that, as if his body didn't accept the idea
Hazz kept kissing me, nibbling gently, sucking hard, and all at the same point, as if he wanted to leave a mark on me, at every point he went down, lower and lower. Something more than just that scene that I doubted would disappear from my head, from the praise he offered to my body.First of all, Hazz had warned me that the building was made of such a thin material that all the neighbors always listened on the walls to hear what others were doing, and that's why I was holding back. I was trying not to make noise, not to moan with the touches he spread over my body and awakened every point.And when he finally touched me there, I felt even more graced to live that moment."I shouldn't feel like a Goddess when touched by you," I confessed in a whispered tone, barely holding me back when I saw that Hazz was starting to slide my panties down. His face was now very close to my thigh, so close that I even felt his breath warm me up. "I shouldn't feel like no one can do the same.”" Why not
I immediately realized that what I liked the most in every touch of Hazz about me were the sounds that filled our surroundings. Not music, not some song from nature, but our sounds. The sound of his lips closing in my body, the sound of the friction of his tongue as he passes through that sensitive and excited part of my body, the sound of my moans in response to his actions. The sound of our breaths, which even distant still showed the intensity and pure desire. Lust in sound form.My back arched upwards, and one of Hazz's hands rose to take that breast of mine again, and I needed all my strength not to move away from his hand, so as not to let the sensitivity in my clitoris spoil everything, but I was already beyond the limit. I was already more than close to cumming. He knew that.That's why he teased me. That's why he avoided saying the obscenities that every man usually talks about in sex. He was more concerned about showing what he could do, not talking. And I knew that in a few
My legs started shaking again, my fingers contracting and that wave going down and up into my womb. And I was almost sure that I would end up tearing a piece of the cushion with my teeth, because I tried to muffle my sounds by putting that shit in my mouth, and I regretted it when I felt the foam dropping, and maybe Hazz was kicked out of the building by the sound that escaped from my half-open mouth, maybe the list of women wanting to have sexThe feeling was of being gliding, feeling the pressure drop quickly in my blood, and keep me stable. The feeling was a fall. A climb. A victory and a loss. And that man, capable of sucking at that level, hid under a shell that pushed everyone away. I'm glad I had insisted on that. I'm glad my eyes never failed to recognize a wonderful fuck.Thank God, Hallelujah.I was gathering all my willpower that was still left in that burning body to continue containing me, so as not to throw my legs around his waist and force him to fuck me with the cock,
We didn't have time for provocations. Jessy moaned slylyly, the way she did when she couldn't contain herself, and I knew she was so involved in what she would cum before we could even play. And I really didn't want to be late. We would have time for that later. But now... I couldn't wait for her to adapt as I put myself whole inside her body.She was tighter after a month without using that part so much favorite for me. I penetrated to the bottom with all my will, all my extension entering at once, without any warning that I would do it that way. I seemed even bigger to Jessy after that whole month, as if even her body had been closed to no longer allow anyone to enter.She moaned when she felt the pain, but the moan became a whining when she felt the pleasure, and her body understood who was coming and gave me space for it. It was beautiful how she adapted, how she prepared for me. Your heat and humidity enveloped me, numbed me. And I let out a moan as I pressed one knee against the
I didn't know that the sex of a reconciliation could be so intense. So excessively crude. So animalistic and fierce. Jessy grabbed me by the collar of her shirt, holding me between her legs and pulling me to her body. She hugged me with legs, arms and mouth. She kissed me as if all the longing for the world wanted to escape from her chest.And I didn't have the courage to do less than repay that. I wouldn't ask for a conventional love, for a normal sex. My body was at the height of those longings too. Jessy was everything. The center of my whole world. And she could do what she wants with me. I didn't care anymore. Since we were together, I was more than satisfied.The wood from Jessy's dressing table creaked when she pushed me towards the mirror, forcing me to sit partially on the furniture, so that she wouldn't get so small, moving away to interrupt the kiss. With a predatory look, as if she was going to eat me alive, she stopped me with one hand. Jessy studied me, like an animal, w
"The only good people around me are my sisters and my mother," I spoke in a fragile tone, without wanting him to interpret the interruption as a lack of patience. "The fact that they liked you terrified me a little, but made me see how willing you seemed to put me as the center of your world.”"Are you afraid that I would steal my attention? "He suggested, innocently.I giggled low.”“No. I was afraid that they wanted you to really become a member of the family. And I was afraid you wouldn't want to.”" Why would I refuse?”"For my status" I shrugged, making a small face. "For my lifestyle being different from yours. Because if you agreed to be with me, Hazz, you could never continue with this simple life and having only what is necessary. You would have to adapt to luxury. To my common standard of living. And I was afraid that you would retreat if I proposed something like that. You saw what happened on our first unprotected date. I have a target on my back for my fortune, and if you
That photo shoot was something organized by Gabbie and my mother. The two really made me believe that a station was the best place to have a photo studio, and that the portfolio of the photographer named Ricardo deserved a test before he was sent to Jackie's team. So, I was already aware of where I was going before I left home. The anxiety was making me sweat cold, but I stood firm as I entered the station. Everyone recognized me, everyone began to comment, but I kept my chin high and didn't dare think if Hazz could have acted like an ex-shole and talked about me in all corners. A moment later, I noticed that the looks were one of admiration, and I allowed myself to relax. He wasn't anywhere until the beginning of the rehearsal. He should have been late, or simply been too busy with the rehearsal preparations. Anyway, there was a moment when he showed up and saw me, very close, but so far from my reach that I could only stand still and keep taking pictures.When it was all over, Hazz
Ricardo didn't have the dignity to tell me what the job of the day would be. Like all the other employees of the Station, he was doing everything to stand out as the most indispensable photographer. Ruth, however, was already back.The company was paying for her course, but now she was taking the lead again of the station, wanting to be aware of everything that happened before taking on the position that was offered to her.She was in the studio when I arrived, coordinating the team and observing the way we worked, not only to know which of us would be ready for another chance, but also to ensure that moral abuses did not occur anymore.That morning, Ricardo even shared a piece of his sandwich with me "and being a man of the same physical size as mine, the fact that he shared with me was something that should be taken into account ", in addition to avoiding calling me his usual derogatory nicknames. A look in general made me understand that Ruth or any other coordinator could have cau
I giggled low, watching her." Why don't we ever work out with anyone, Jo? "I asked softly.”My sister looked away, staring at our vast property, the waves of the sea down there, and the city far away from our luxurious residence. A wind sighed between us, messing up his golden brown hair. Joana never looked as beautiful as at that moment, as she contemplated my question and the dark horizon."I don't know, Jessy," she said at last. "I think that all people in the world always have some kind of problem in their lives, something that motivates them to continue living, you know? We have money, we have a family, we have fans and a lot of success. But our hearts are empty. That's our problem. We have to spend a lifetime looking for something that people usually find on any corner. I have rich friends, who can change boyfriends every fortnight, our younger sisters are proof of that.”"Yes, but I don't say in relation to a relationship. I say in relation to love. Why don't we work out with
I returned to that call, swearing to have heard Hazz's voice on the other side of the line, but no one answered me. With a loud grumbling, I turned off and threw my cell phone against the bedding, before getting up and walking to the balcony of my room. The night was cold, with so many clouds that it was difficult to see the moon, but some little stars emerged between that darkness to shine deep above our heads. In one of those stars, my father should be inhabiting now, grumbleing how crazy and lost his daughters were to the point of giving up a relationship that had everything to work out, ruined by pride.“ Thinking about the death of the calf? " asked Joana, taking a few steps forward. She appeared behind me, hugging me lightly by the waist. His blond hair fell on mine, forming a very beautiful mix for those who saw it from afar. We were opposites. Joana with colors that promised a storm of savagery, although it was a love. And me, innocent eyes like a rabbit, and hair that made me
" Not to mention that, it's not because Jessy is a celebrity and everything else," said Henrique, drinking his yakult and offered the other two that he had in his pocket for me and Emilia. " But it would really be worth chasing her, Hazz. I don't know what kind of woman you're looking for, but Jessy is everyone's type, even I'm only twelve years old.”"Every of me," said Emilia, getting a narrow eye from me. She sighed, rolling her eyes. "Yes, I was even a little angry that she was in her apartment on a night that I needed consolation, but Jessy Jones is a celebrity that everyone agrees not to be anything like what the media paints. So, she must be less scrotum and boring than they say out there. And, despite the barbs we exchanged, our first date was funny. I would like to have the opportunity to see her to apologize.”"So go after her," I shot, drinking my yakult and tying my face to Emilia. "You two, in fact, think that all I heard was bullshit. I had the right to feel used. In fac
Emilia hadn't lived with me for at least three weeks. And knowing this gave me a bigger reason to count the days, since this also meant that it had been four weeks "or more specifically speaking, a month" since Jessy and I stopped talking to each other. Sometimes, I didn't even remember very well how everything had gone wrong. Sometimes I woke up at dawn looking for her body in bed, even if we had only slept together for two days at most. Sometimes, when I watched A Beautiful Woman, I thought I would have liked to watch it with her. I thought I could have said I had seen that movie because of her. But that went by. After long sleepless nights, that had passed.I went back to my job at the station, already well aware that a new management was present in the company. As far as rumors reported, Ruth was now in one of the company's headquarters, learning the Human Resources course, to be able to assume the position. The employees were now working in a frenzy of fear and expectation. It wa