Nothing could be time-consuming, no matter how much she liked it. To my credit, I was always willing to surprise her with my stubbornness, so I took even longer. I heard the mattress moaning when Jessy planted her feet on it, slightly raising her hip, seeking any friction between our skins, trying to rub herself. Even if she was able to give some shakes that stirred my already hard cock, I prevented her from continuing to move, practically trapping her in bed, my cock rubbing against her groin.I had the impression that Jessy did not always realize that I was much bigger than her, even if her voluminous body gave her some hope of being more than thirty centimeters smaller than me. There was still the fact that my bones were naturally large, that riding a bicycle for years strengthened my thighs, and that my arms were not thin at all after years of working in the garden. She was still too small for me, too easy to be contained, and it was in those rare moments when I put myself on her
Sweat began to slide down my back, in every movement of back and forth, entry and exit, each penetration and withdrawal. They were continuous movements, but calm, even though my blood roared in the veins. Even if Jessy held me with her nails on my biceps, asking for more, faster and stronger.I kept the pace calm, I was careful, and I did it slowly. Jessy moaned, still covering her mouth, and I pulled her hand lightly, because I wanted to hear it. I wanted to know how much she was controlling herself. And the sound of her moan in my ear broke all my self-control. Jessy arched when I pushed hard inside her, when I pressed enough for the bed to creak at a very fast pace to be just an occasional fix.I stood up slightly, leaning my knees on the bed, and lifted one of Jessy's legs to my shoulder. Thank God she was flexible, because that position... It almost made me cum ahead of time. Jessy squeezed the sheets with one hand, fighting against the desire to scratch something, and bit her li
The next day, after the approval and discreet blessings of the family matriarch, I felt less shocked to be in a house with six totally crazy women. It was still very early. A few hours after dawn, in fact.And that snowy and cold weather didn't give any incentive for walks or anything other than sticking under blankets and watching some movie about Christmas. Jessy was still sleeping, she would only go to her photo shoot after lunch, so we would have the whole afternoon free.During the night, from what her mother had been, they would have an important dinner with some sponsor of her daughters, and she invited me to go. I couldn't deny it. I was embraced by that family so spontaneously, even without yet making any commitment to Jessy, who would never refuse me to do anything.However, as I crawled out of the room where Jessy rested, I was abruptly pushed against the wall and Joana ran by. She wore a silk robe on top of a long sweater, and fired in search of someone who was already down
"My daughters complicate the easiest things in the world," sighed Jocelyn, deviating when an employee managed to pull one of the twins out of the confusion, and she went by kicking for us. "It's not a relationship that will take away our power. Jessy fears this kind of thing. She is afraid of suffering, the way I suffered for her father. But I've said a million times that she doesn't have to take care of this story, and that this is my thing. But my daughters feel wronged as long as they understand each other for us. Not even I can make them stop living with so much distrust of other people who don't even understand our past.”"Dd you never get married again? "I asked, aware that the noise in the kitchen would perfectly camouflage the subject."Never," she said, looking at me with intense light brown eyes. "The father of my daughters was my first and only love. After him, no one else was funny. And I think I must have failed at some point in the creation of the five, to have traumatiz
The employees ended up managing to prevent me from assaulting my sisters seriously, because they disturbed my sleep with that noise from hell, but while I was still hitting them, I noticed that Hazz was watching a newspaper. It was no big deal that he was doing that, but when he turned to me, I noticed it in the image on the first page and froze. Janine and Joana were dragged from the kitchen to the living room, and all the commotion of employees was over. Some still remained, but I waved to leave me alone with Hazz. None of my sisters or mothers returned when the kitchen doors were closed and we were alone."What is that? "He asked, raising the photo in the newspaper. I shrugged, quiet. I didn't know what to say. I had the impression that my eyes were wide, but I tried to stay very neutral. "Jessy, are you going out with someone else?”"No," I said in a tone of laughter.“So what’s going on?”"Ah, Hazz, no drama.”I took a step forward, wanting to take the newspaper out of his hands,
Hazz lowered his eyes, accepting the words as a slap. I was such a liar. So petty. Nothing would stop me from telling the truth. To say that, even though it was just sex, I had felt something else, and that I didn't know how to deal with it, that my world didn't fit Hazz's and that he would have to choose sooner or later. However, that sentimental cowardice never abandoned me, and I couldn't say what my heart roared so much inside my chest. I couldn't confess the truth."I just wanted to have understood what was happening," he said, his eyes shining. "You owed me some truth, Jessy. Because I was honest with you.”"I don't owe any satisfaction of my life to you, Hazz," I said in a low voice, although in such a harsh tone, that I no longer even recognized the person inside me.There was only that coldness, that famous one who did not let herself be carried away by anyone's opinion and who also cared little about the limits of others. That woman who not even in a thousand years would loo
A week has passed since I almost broke up with Jessy Jones.A week when I returned home, after a trip that had everything to be unforgettable, and even became, due to my heart in ruins. A week in which I ignored social networks and pretended not to see any Outdoor that stamped Jessy's face. A week when I worked at the nightclub to the point of exhaustion, without sleep, without almost eating. A week when not even the best of hobbies took me out of that end-of-day torpor.It shouldn't hurt as much as it did. She didn't even like me. I shouldn't even like her. It had been all for sex. All flirtations, all laughter, all traumatic revelations. Everything was just for that moment of pleasure that we only got with each other. I shouldn't feel so bad knowing that I would never see her again.That had to be a relief. The woman humiliated me in every way she could. It made me feel like less than nothing. Why would I be rummising over the fact that we weren't together? While I became even more
A week went by without Hazz.A week when I had to listen to my mother complaining to the four winds that I was putting his life at risk, letting her return to Brazil and remain unprotected. A week in which my sisters avoided talking to me because they said I was radioactive and fighting with all of them for no reason.A week when I slept in a cold bed, no matter how hard I tried to warm up the room, and that nothing gave me any comfort at bedtime. My insomnia came back, along with all the nightmares. And now it was Hazz who I saw kidnapped, tortured and killed, not my father. And it was because of him that I woke up, sweaty, tired.And it was because of him that my performance in the photo shoots was so pathetic and deplorable. I finished my work in Aspen and returned to Brazil, two days after his return. I could only think of going to your house, taking refuge in your ordinary life and forgetting that routine of work and secrets. But I couldn't.There would never be a world where Jes