Chapter 43

Reconciliation with my brunette has done me too much good, I am happy and I feel full happiness being with my master I can do everything and my son, we are a truly happy family, my sister-in-law is crazy, every time she wants to, she gets out of her boxes to my bitter Moon, in short we do what we want with Kahin, well as far as he allows it.

December was a month of great things, my mother is recovering efficiently and quickly, my aunt Lourdes and Malcolm are a couple to envy, zero fights and a lot of love, Carla and the dummy live together, they are the most unhinged couple I know. Fatima has decided to stay in Panama with my sun, the latter as always is a love, but the relationship he has with Kahin is tremendous, neither of them can stand each other, my brunette can't stand him because he knows that it was he who spent 10 months with me and because he knows that Francesco occupies a very important place in my life and my sun cannot stand Kahin for being so possessive and imposing.

How I always wake up sweaty and upset, now I carry my dreams better, I don't scream and I don't move like crazy, well most of the time, Kahin's dreams haven't completely given way either, it's clear that we both need help, but he refuses to go to a psychologist, says he is not crazy.

I take a deep breath and normalize the rhythm of my heart, when I look at my side I smile, there is my man peacefully asleep, those little wrinkles that he wears on his forehead and in his eyes, I love them, they make him very sexy and interesting, his pink lips only tempt me. I have become very possessive and somewhat jealous, I make it difficult for him at times. Seeing his naked body and his tremendously erect, visibly hard and very gigantic erection make me gasp, without thinking, I ride him without introducing him into me. Lately we make love with a lot of passion at the beginning to enjoy everything we offer each other and then we allow ourselves to lose control. I kiss his lips with tenderness and much desire, my body joins his and his warmth envelops me in a second, his growls are soon heard and his hands take less time to squeeze my buttocks.

"Sweet," he whispers when I pull his beard with my teeth, I separate and smile, seeing those beautiful eyes open, my heart quickens as if it were the first time I saw them, “baby, you won't let me rest,” what he says is true, I do not leave him alone, whenever he is in his office, I break in to make him mine, I interrupt him in his work to make love to me in the middle of the day, and when he is free, I respect family time, but when we are alone, I won't let him breathe.

The caresses are getting more intense, our breathings are accelerating, our desire is already through the roof.

“You are not going to work today, besides, you don't know what it's like to be pregnant, with the libido through the roof and not having you around to help me release, those 8 months were hell without you,” I bite his lip, “now touch me to calm the burning of my body, kiss me to zacear, my desire for you and make me yours so as not to miss you anymore,” his gasps from the light licks that I give to his neck drive me crazy, they make me like a motor.

“You are very naughty my Sweet wolf,” I make a path of kisses until I reach his lips, I take his greatness in my hand and guide him to my wet and anxious cavity, we both moan for that sensation that surrounds us in desire, in the lust and morbid, “I don't get tired of you, your kisses, your body, or that tight and delicious pussy that makes me a fucking submissive,” his words as always make me moan and want him more, my hips move slowly, feeling every inch and thickness of his erection, I feel how he expands every time he enters, the perfection in which we fit, the sensation that we create with our movement makes my skin crawl, it is unique to be with my man.

“Aaahhhh,” the moans become more constant, Kahin sits on the bed and hugs me, I run my hands over his neck and devour his lips with my mouth, there is no control, I no longer want to slow it down, I want to feel my man as he is, the question that our movements are accurate, but that we do not get too far apart, the depth to which he takes me touches places that only he has explored, “I always want you more,” I say between groans. "I can't be without feeling your heat and your body."

We look into each other's eyes, my husband is with his lips parted, without thinking, I pass my tongue through that opening, his eyes shining with pleasure fascinate me.

“You just make me lose control Dulce,” his hoarse voice causes a current that runs through my entire body and ends in my sex, forcing me to contract it and imprison him inside me, I don't know how he does but he kneels, passes his hands under my legs and now it is he who moves me, my hands cling to his shoulders, I can feel him sinking deep and then he takes it all out to the point of separating our sexes, he repeats that delicious movement for several minutes, minutes in which he enjoys biting , kissing and licking my breasts, my neck and my mouth.

My man burns and that is what I wanted, he no longer has compassion, he no longer has tact, now he only shows that he is the only man who can make me feel that pleasure that I feel with him, “say you love me,” he orders me without stop moving like an animal. Looking into his eyes, I put on a face of pleasure, I can't speak, I can only moan and open my mouth because of how hard he penetrates me, “I want to hear that you love me,” he growls.

"You, you," I can't finish the sentence, he interrupts me with his powerful penetrations. Lying on the open bed and with my legs on his shoulders, I only see how my lower abdomen rises when he sinks completely into me.

"Say it baby, I need to hear you, say that you love me, that I am your man, your husband your lord." His damn voice only makes me worse, my heart is beating so hard I can hear it, it is bombarded with a rush, my blood boiling through how hot I am, it flows through my veins, giving me a sensation of adrenaline, “it drives me crazy when you turn this red while I show who I am, now say what I want to hear,” he comes out slowly and sinks again hard and fast, “let's go my love, I want to hear that morbid voice you have when I fuck you,” he repeats over and over that movement that makes me twist like a wounded snake.

"I LOVE YOU ..." I shout for the new thrust he gives me "You are my man ... My husband ... MY LORD" I shout again, he did it on purpose.

"That's right baby, I'm the only one,” he comes out of me and turns me, leaving me completely lying on my stomach. I feel like he is putting a finger through my anus, it is slow, cuddly, with subtlety. I feel like he plays with my ass and I like it, I'm crazy with desire, I'm crazy and hungry for him, for his cock, “aaarrrggg shit ...you are so lubricated ...everything about you is delicious. Your oral sex, that Russian masturbation that fascinates me so much, your leg when you run through my testicles,” now I feel like his erection is taking the place of his finger, it's huge and as always it hurts at the beginning, “mm, your hip movements…your bites and moans ... I'm very right to take care of you and be so careful with you."

I turn my head to look at him, “that's possessiveness honey, you know it and it's not right ..." he starts to move to shut my mouth, he doesn't like me to tell him the obvious.

“I only take care of you,” his hard spanking makes me scream, “you are mine ...mine,” he is gaining speed and strength, “your body, your smile, your gestures, your moans, your temperament, your heart, you all belong to me,” I hate when he gets into it, but to be honest now I love it, it fills me with insurmountable pleasure what he tells me and the tone he uses.