Claire.I drew my fingers hastily from Theodore's arms, wincing at the pain that seared it. How could he have been so savage? Anger bristled in my chest and my head banged musically from the struggle.Carlo was already by my side, tending to it and casting sharp furious looks at Theodore with each bruise he found on my fingers. I could feel the electic-charged raw anger that flowed through both of them and could hear their laboured breathing. The tensed environment grew worse as they both clenched their fists at the same time, glaring hard at each other and pouring a truckload of carbon dioxide on me.I nudged Carlo to pull him out of the rage but he only noticed me flippantly.The last thing I wanted was for Carlo's name to be stained together with Theodore's. It didn't matter that it would portray him as a weak man. As long as it wasn't something suiable by law, I was okay with it. I averted my eyes to Mrs. Grayson and she was still staring at the camera in a gape, her face scarle
Claire.I didn't even know where it had all began, whether it had been from the hospital or from the cab we just alighted from. My mind was swimming in ecstasy, hands searching for places in Carlo's body to explore, brain blank but echoing with the feeling of his hands under my thighs, hot and promising and not the least deterred by the short I was putting on.My eyes danced with a merger of love and lust blinded by it so much that nothing else made sense nor mattered. I couldn't even remember anything but his presence beside me, domineering and sexy, making me feel more loved than I had ever felt in my entire life. How we had escaped the hospital was a wonder to me. All I remembered were his touches that tingled my skin with pleasures and that kept multiplying tenfolds with his fast moving fingers. My mind was dazzled with just the fire in his eyes, burning so fiercely that it was enough to roast a cow.We were already crashing into our room, mouth plunged in each other's and hand
Claire.I squirted uncontrollably, legs vibrating like a freezing hen and some of the liquid pouring on his face, bathing him like a shampoo and staining his red cheeks with its milky color.To my surprise he licked them all up, tongue dangling outside in a seductive way that turned me on the more. He went down again, hands widening my legs the more for easier access and tongue flicking the topmost part of my vagina hungrily.He licked all of the squirt, taking time to lick most of them from my clitoris and breathing oxygen to cool it down. My head went back in satisfaction as the pleasure increased more than the last, slowly taking over my thinking faculty and pulling me closer to the brink of slipping out of consciousness.But he stopped, hands still pulling my legs apart and head raised, smiling at me with his lips and his eyes, some squirt dangling on his chin. “I love you,” he said with emotions sitting comfortably in his eyss. The words sent more shivers into my body, filling m
Claire.I returned almost immediately, my urge burning hotter and my heart dancing in a flame of fiery passion, pulling my nipples upright again.I wanted to suck his dick so bad that my mouth ached and my tongue lolled out, falling helplessly over my lower lip.His dripping cum was so sexy to look at that I fought with little chance of winning, to resist the urge to grab his dick and lick them all up.His standing figure and dangling pink penis was hungry to be grasped, watching me with puppy eyes and begging me to give in to the tempting thought.I gave up on trying to fight my cravings and caved in, pushing all rational thoughts from my mind and letting the moment engulf my senses like smoke.I lifted myself in one blow and grabbed the slightly weak penis and pushed it into my mouth, pushing it deeper to the back of my tongue and bending my neck a little backwards.I began to suck the remaining cum that was dripping from his dick, savoring the taste wonderfully and wishing he had c
Giancarlo.I could read the fear in her eyes as I spoke about doggy. I knew she enjoyed doggy or had enjoyed the doggy that day so I was going to give it to her no matter what. Her satisfaction was my priority and I was more than ready to give her that.Whether I collapsed after or not wouldn't be a problem. "I'll just rise again," I tried to assure myself as I looked at her fear-stricken eyes, that were growing watery."It's fine, Claire. I won't collapse, I promise". I winked reassuringly at her, trying to uplift her spirit."We'll do it on the bed and you won't have to stand.” The fear reduced in her eyes but didn't disappear completely as she spoke, voice trembling and low.She wriggled her fingers nervously, kneeling on the bed and giving me a pleading look. "You'll take it easy, won't you?" She looked like she was going to cry as she pouted at me, hands pulling into a pleading position."Come on," my heart softened the more as her pink lips pouted and her blue-green eyes grew
Claire.My chest knotted and my heart pounded as I read the news headline, my head swarming and eyes blinking rapidly to be certain that I had not seen wrong and that my ears hadn't mistaken the female reporter's spick and span voice.What was she even saying? My blood level fell, goosebumps sprouting from my skin and my ears twitching with the unfortunate news that went straight to the pit of my stomach.I looked to Carlo for an explanation and he too was shocked, more shocked than I thought I was. His eyes were wide opened, bulging like a stubborn boil and hanging open like an open pot. Colour had drained from his face—his whole body, lashes remaining unblinking and eyes staring into space."Carlo," my worry drew back to him, forgetting for a moment the weight of the situation on me; the reason Theodore committed suicide and the best way I could stop myself from connecting the sad dots together. "Are you okay?" I asked him, concern weighing heavy in my heart and twisting it painfu
Claire.Oh God, could things get any more worse? My breathing got louder and my deep swallowing felt like a falling rock, throat hurting much like a soar throat.My stomach churned with every fearful thought that graced my aching mind and my ribs cracked with every sharp inhale I took. I bit my lips hard untill I tasted blood and I clutched tight on Carlo's skin almost certain I had dipped my fingers into his flesh. My ears rang with the thought that the police were after me and seeking to devour my body, soul and spirit. It didn't matter that it was for something that I was one hundred percent innocent in. Knowing my mom, she must have formulated a lie to make her claim more valid, manufacturing a perfect story and scene that would send the cops hovering over me like a much-needed oxygen within minutes.My breast felt heavy with those many thoughts as I remained entangled in Carlo's embrace, naked as a newborn baby and holy as a virgin.It wasn't a surprising fact that our naked b
Giancarlo."Oh, you can come in," I opened the door wider with a smile dancing on my lips, happiness feeling my brain like a fog and relief sitting perfectly in my pulmonary vein.My smile widened as they stepped in, no other shadow lurking around nor trying to follow behind them. They looked confusedly at me, trying to make out the reason behind my cheeriness as they walked further into the room.There was no doubt that my smile was genuine and from my heart for my beating heart had slowed down to nearly normal and my wheezing brain was almost perfect in its reasoning. It was a miracle that I had been able to remain calm despite everything that had been running in my head at the time and not given myself away to Claire."How have you been?" I heard Lorenzo's hard sniffle, loud and clear immediately after he asked the question, scanning the room with his hawk eyes and standing still to come to conclusions.Could he tell that we had just concluded a marathon sex? I wondered, embarras
Giancarlo.It was already morning when everything finally settled into my brain and i was givem the liberty to unveil the hidden meaning behind all the happenings that had happened in just a night. It seemed very much like something that would take a week to fully occur and not something that could even occur in such a small period of time.The intruder and everything, felt like a dream. A dream that I needed to wake up from. But I discarded the foolish thought at once.I was sure it was no dream. Claire, was still lying naked beside me, her breathing even and normal and the mass of hair on her head spread across the pillow like a soft, fluffy silk reminding me of more details of the past dangerous night.I had not had the opportunity to inquire much about what had happened from her as she had been deeply asleep and I too, wasn't far from that, at that time. The amount of energy I had inserted in the intruder's push had taken a quick toll on me, promising my heart that it would stop
Giancarlo.I tried to lift my eyelids in response to the weird feeling that was swimming in my brain and distorting my wonderful sleep. But they were so heavy—too heavy to be lifted.They fell back and became tighter after few tries. What backed up my weariness the more was that, the bed I was laying on felt so soft that trying to get up from it was like me lifting myself from heaven and plunging deep into hell. I enjoyed its texture and its coldness that waking up was something I even wanted to try. I just didn't have enough bravery and confidence to do it.But a strong urge to open my eyes and view my surroundings was tightening and wrapping strong on my neck, it's grip iron-like and gummy, making my free flow of breath to shorten in span and my head to knack uncomfortably.It was a grip I just couldn't ignore even though yielding to its call was as torturous as breathing through my ears.I tried again with my eyelids using much willpower, lifting them and managing to keep them a l
Claire.I reacted before my brain registered anything; a hot and resounding slap that even quietened Carlo's snore and made everywhere as quiet as a grave yard."Are you stupid? Like what the fuck?" I howled, eyes blazing in fury of a thousand tigress and my mind whirring like a hurricane wondering what the time was and why he had such boldness in him."Do I look like a whore to you? A sex toy?" My chest heaved and fell with the scalding heat in my chest and I clenched my fist hard, ready to punch out the teeth he used in speaking out.What the fuck was wrong with this return-from-the-dead ghost? Was he nut? How brave could he be? Saying so much nonsense with stupid pride? How dare him speak such a condescending, corrupt sentence to me?The thought ran swift in my head making my lips quiver and my lashes blink fast in marks rage."Well, you leave me no choice," he shrugged and pointed the gun at Carlo, threatening to pull the trigger, while putting on a monster-like smile and looking
Claire.My first instinct was to take my hand to my breast to cup it out of the eagle reach of his eyesight. I looked around frantically, trying to register any escape route or something but I saw none."Who are you?" I managed to ask after looking around did not yield good and satisfying results. I bit my lips hard as his eyes still trailed down my body, settling a little too long on my thighs and pussy area and making my cheeks grow red in embarrassment."It's me, Theodore," he replied, his voice getting annoyingly seductive and his eyes shining with the shadow light casted by the light around. I tightened my arms against my boobs, suddenly regretting not at least putting on my panties before embarking in such an idiotic war.Now I was exposed to him, almost defenseless. What was I even thinking? I scolded myself for my stupidity. Although, I had planned enough for everything, my nakedness and the shame from it was making everything seem so hard.“It's me,” he repeated. “Theodore.”
Claire.I woke to a strange toxic gas smell, making my nose get peppery and itching my skin. My nose itched with it too, dragging the hairs in my nose violently. My ears confirmed that something was wrong as there were sharp gasp for breathing, sounding in the roomMy eyes had to haul themselves open to find out what it was. I opened my eyes slowly and tiredly, my head banging with the promise of a bad occurrence and my heart getting foggy in fear.Another sound graced my opened ears. It was a thudding sound that sounded exactly like the fall of a giant and another thudding that could not be mistaken for anything but a footstep. I lifted myself upwards into a sitting position, blood rushing fast in all my body and my mind tattered with savage fear that moved electrically through all corners of my mind.My body began to shake violently and the environment, threatening to spin as I caught the mask appearance of a man and another sprawled figure on the floor. I immediately looked to my
Giancarlo.I widened my eyes as i stared doubtfully at her, heart pounding hard with the mere thought of everything.Could Claire truly do this to me? My blood pressure plummeted as I tried to understand the scenario and my mind felt like it was encircled in a spiky hammer.Her eyes burnt ever so harshly, furnace of hate and resentment glowing so hard that the blood that was bubbling in my mouth had to still in fear.Nothing seemed to make sense, everything was just moving in a zig-zag fashion that it was extremely difficult to track it down.How could she do this to me? I wondered hurtfully. Could this really be her? The thought was icy in my head, sizzling with the fire burning inside me.As if in reply to my question, her appearance began to change. First, her lips; soft and succulent, were transformed into a darker and more manly lips pursing hard with hatred and determination.Her eyes grew worse than ever, feeling as threatening as it was dark and sinister. I held my breath sharp
Giancarlo.I looked intently at the liquid, more in pondering than in horror, the veins in my head popping in and out in worry.With my banging head, it was hard to make connections properly especially when Claire was not even around to make things clearer. Or was she? The idea suddenly popped into my mind as I remembered the balcony, hands moving away from the liquid for a moment and look out to the chairs at the balcony.She could be there and waiting patiently for my return or probably receiving some fresh vegetation air.I moved with slow, unsteady steps towards the balcony, eyes checking backwards to reconfirm that the fading red dot from my eyesight was blood, and head thumping hollowly, feeling as empty as a useless milktin.Even when my tired mind thought that it was blood, I was still too confused to understand the enormosity of everything and make quick moves to a health practitioner.So I lazily walked up to her, like nothin
Giancarlo.I didn't even know what put me to sleep nor how long I had slept. But I certainly did know what brutally hauled me awake, panting like a dog and eyes widened like a pussy. My ears were not even spared from the brutality as my shrieking phone was literally shouting painful waves into my newly awakened senses, circulating pains into my upper body and making me wish there was a way I could just die at once. Its loudness was no doubt the source of my awakening as it continued on tiredlessly proudly teaching me a lesson I was certain to never forget.I looked around, head banging in confusion, hands finding trouble feeling, legs feeling more like there were two planks of wood lying peacefully on them.I was still looking around trying to put two and two together and maybe find an explanation why I was just so confused.Aside from the violently ringing phone that was threatening to rip my head and ears off and plunge it into the vegetations across the balcony, I found it diffic
Giancarlo.Suddenly, everywhere grew hot and suffocating, my chest beating faster than a talking drum and forehead throbbing hard. I tried to think of a time I had actually helped Lorenzo out with something, but surprisingly my mind sang nothing back.I shook my head sharply in disappointment, continuously hoping for just one scenario to surface and save my friendship and brotherhood.My brain was blank and suffering much with the hard exertion, my eyes growing blurry from the many colorful stars that appeared before them and fingers hardening from too much clenching and unclenching.Was there truly no time that I had gone through thick and thin for him? I brooded helplessly, guilt and hurt fighting for a room in my already tired and weak heart and my stomach churning with a promise of a successful nausea.I racked my brain harder, his glare growing more intense, burning through my self-control and leaving me nakedly exposed to his perfect judgement.The result from my intensively ra