“Tell me Shimma, how good are you?“ I didn't fail to notice the huskiness in his voice. I took a deep breath trying to reign in my feelings, but all my effort to calm my nerves down, had proved futile.
I couldn't say a word, No! Not when Mr Mattias was this close to me. “Tell me!“ He said in a demanding tone, one that made me feel a warm sensation, run down to my spine. “Go- good enough,” I answered breathlessly. “Prove to me then,” he began unbuckling his belt. I swallowed a hard lump down my throat, pressing my legs together when a throbbing ache engulfed my pussy. I could feel warm juices flowing through my pussy as seconds went by and I tightened my legs even more.. “Wh-what are you doing?“ It was a miracle I could still talk, given how much I was struggling to breathe. “I know you want it Shimma,” he teased. ”Wa-want what?“ I stuttered, trying so hard to catch my ceased breath. “Enough questions Shimma, get down on your knees and suck on my dick, i am not so patient” his assertive voice made me do as he had ordered. And I did just that, getting on my knees, without any question, maybe I could ask them later, maybe never, all I wanted was to get brutally fucked by a man I had spent my whole life dreaming to have. “Woah!!“ I gawked at the size of his huge cock, no matter how big I tried to Imagine Mr Mattias cock would be, It was nothing to be compared to this, nothing close to any I have ever seen. Could someone give him an award for this? “Now I want you to take my cock all in your mouth Shimma, take it all in,” his voice was rough. I used both of my hands and wrapped it around his cock. “Your hands feel good Shimma, c'mon wank me!“ He groaned, as I began to wank him with both hands. “Use your saliva, Arghhhh!“ he threw his head backwards. I spat on his huge cock, making it wet and slimy as I began to wank, this time it began making sloshing sounds. “Oh! Shimma, you're even better than I had imagined, common! Faster!“ He groaned, his sea blue eyes filled with pleasure. I kept spitting and wanking, until his legs could barely hold him anymore. “Enough Shimma! take me in your mouth already, I want to know how good it gets,” he teased, giving me the devilish smirk as my mouth parted ways, opening up as wide as I could. I spat on it once more, using my tongue to tease the tip of his hard cock as I felt his hand grip my hair. “Oh! Shimma, you really never cease to amaze me,” he cursed. I had only taken the head of his cock in my mouth, and I wasn't sure my mouth could take more. He used his hand to push my head forward, taking more of his cock in my mouth, and slowly, I began to move my head in a back and forth motion. “Fuck!“ he gripped my hair even tighter, as he began thrusting into my mouth. “Mmmnn,” I moaned, his cock thrusting into my mouth as saliva began to drip down my mouth uncontrollably. “Yeah! Suck on it, yes there, urghhh! devour it Shimma, devour it like I know you fucking want to, take it deep down your throat,” He cursed. I liked the taste of his cock, I liked the way it felt in my mouth, I liked how it made my pussy yearn for something I knew this man could give me. I rolled my eyes with pleasure, and I traced my pussy entrance under my short silky gown, adjusting my underwear, I dug two fingers into my juicy, slimy pussy and I began to thrust. “Mnnnn,” I moaned again, as pleasure engulfed my whole body. He yanked me backwards with my hair, I gasped, Wincing in pain. Looking up at his blue eyes, I knew I needed more, it was just the beginning. “Fuck me please, I want your huge cock in me daddy, please!,” I pleaded like my life depended on it, it actually did. “That's more like it,” he put both hands under my arms and lifted me up, I could barely stand right. He sat me on his office table, this time he got down on his knees, I watched him loosen his tie, his eyes filled on my pussy that had almost soaked my underwear due to how wet I was. “Take it off,” he commanded. “Okay daddy,” I nodded submissively, removing my underwear and without warning he parted my leg, digging his tongue inside my juicy pussy. “Ughrrrr!“ I moaned as he sucked the juices off my pussy. “Mmmnn,” he groaned, I felt his tongue dig deeper and deeper, devouring every inch and corner of my pussy. “Yes daddy, deeper, yes! Don't stop daddy, eat me up,” I held his head firmly, pushing it deeper, parting my legs wider, so he could take me all in his mouth. Gosh! Mr Mattias was so perfect at it, I rolled my eyes up and my whole body began to vibrate. Was this how it really was, I could have never imagined it to be this way, no matter how perfect I tried to create it in my head. “Mr Mattias!“ I heard someone knock on his office door.“Bang!” A loud bang erupted from Noah’s end. “Noah!” I yelled, turning to him. He fell to the floor, scared and crying from the sound of the gunfire. It took me a few seconds to realize what had happened. Lucas lay on the ground in a pool of his own blood, his eyes wide open as he stared into thin air. He had been shot—Noah had shot him through his back. I got up quickly, running toward Noah. I scooped him up, holding him tight and close to me. He had saved me. My little boy had saved us all from this monster—someone I thought I knew, but who had proven me so fucking wrong. For years, we had lived in fear, in pain and worry. But today, right now, it was all over. The distant wail of police sirens cut through the air. I opened the door to Lucas’s passenger seat, letting my baby girl out. “Daddy!” she screamed, and I carried her too, planting a kiss on her forehead. “My angel,” I said to her. She rested her head on my left shoulder, her arms wrapped around me. Noah al
SHIMMA’S POVI took a deep breath, trying to calm myself when the door opened.But to my surprise, it wasn’t Lucas. It was someone else—a lady. An elderly lady, at that.“H—Hi, good day, Ma’am,” I greeted, my heart pounding in my chest.“Hi?” the lady said, giving me a curious yet confused stare.“How can I help you?” she asked.“Uhm… I was asked to come to this address. Do you happen to know any man who goes by the name Lucas? He sent me this address,” I explained.“Lucas?” she said softly, as if trying to remember. “There’s nobody I know who has the name Lucas. I live alone here. My husband is late; I’m so sorry,” she said. I nodded, swallowing my disappointment.He had faked another address. What the hell is wrong with that son of a bitch? Why can’t he just stop? I’m tired—tired of this whole bullshit! I want my kids back! I want my life back! I want my peace back!I forced a smile at the lady, who was already about to go back inside.“Thank you so much,” I said.“You’re welcome, m
MATTIAS’S POVI kept following behind Lucas until we got to a deserted area where barely anyone could be.He kept going, red dust blocking my vision, but it wasn’t going to stop me.Finally, he stopped, probably out of gas or maybe he had already given up. But that didn’t mean I would take it lightly on him.He stepped out of his car even before I could reach him. He pointed a gun at my car, then, with his other hand, he opened the door, dragging my son Noah from the car. I could see Nora struggling to get out, but he shoved the door before she could even reach it.I quickly took my gun, stepping out of my car and rushing toward them with my gun pointed at him. But he didn’t point the gun back at me; instead, he aimed it at Noah.The moment Noah saw me, he screamed, his eyes wide with fear and relief.“Daddy!” he screamed, attempting to run toward me, but my little boy was held back by a man who was supposed to be his dear uncle.It was almost impossible to believe Lucas would ever do
MATTIAS’S POV (continued)It’s—It’s him… Lucas! It’s Lucas!I heard myself scream. But before I could make sense of everything, before I could understand why he had been opposite my house for so long and no one seemed to have suspected, I mean, who would have thought?He zoomed off, driving away at high speed.I immediately followed behind him, my heart racing as I picked up my phone. My eyes darted between the road, Lucas’s car, and my phone.I dialed the detective’s number, hoping he would pick up quickly.“Pick up! Pick up!” I mumbled, and finally, his voice came through.“Hello,” he said in a soft, calm, yet curious tone.“I saw Lucas; he was just opposite our building. Send some officers to check the house. My kids might be in there or with him in his car, and he is driving really fast. I’m behind him. Get back to me soon, okay?” I said, hanging up before he could even respond. I was driving so fast that I could barely talk.I had to get to him. I couldn’t let him escape. This wa
“Hello?” I said, my voice crackled.“Are you ready?” he asked, as if this were a game to him. Fucking bastard.“Yes, I am,” I replied in a low, calm tone. Part of me was relieved and ready to see my children, but most of me was uncertain about whether the tracking devices would help. What if he was too quick? What if someone got hurt? What if someone died in the process? And it happened not to be Lucas. Oh God!He ended the call without another word, leaving me confused. He didn’t tell me where to go. Was he coming here himself? What was his next move?Mattias and the detectives looked confused because it was on speakerphone.“Why didn’t he tell us the address? What is wrong with that fool?” Mattias asked, his voice laced with frustration.“Buzz! Buzz!!”My phone buzzed with a notification. I opened the text message, and there it was—the address. I recognized it. It was about a half-hour drive.“Is that the address? Let me see,” Mattias said as I handed the phone to him.He glanced do
Night came, and it was impossible to fall asleep. It was the third night, and my children still weren’t back. I hadn’t felt, held, or seen them with my own eyes. This was cruel. Life was being so fucking cruel to me.I looked at my phone, checking if I had missed any messages or calls. He said he would send a new address, but I hadn’t heard from him since then, which only worsened my anxiety.Mattias, on the other hand, wasn’t home and wouldn’t return until later in the morning. He was making plans with the detective and the officers on how to take Lucas off guard.He had begged me to get some sleep before leaving, reminding me of my pregnancy and how much rest I needed for the baby’s health.But no matter how hard I tried to fall asleep, the only thought haunting me was the cry of my children. My babies.I missed them so much. I missed playing with them, reading to them, and telling them bedtime stories. I missed bathing them and cooking for them. I missed their tiny hugs and soft, c