"Ay, mi amor … "
"Mama, you're always saying estoy hasta los cojones, estoy hasta los cojones – I can't take it anymore, I'm up to my eyeballs. That's your favorite saying for dad, well, leave him in Madrid."
"Sí, Sí, but you know the latest migrant issues have started a new..."
I take a deep breath, head leaning back against the buttery leather headrest as Carmen tells me of the latest political issue that's causing father to put work before family. These are regurgitated words that he's explained to her. One time she made us pack our bags for Cabo de Blanco, after he dished out this bullshit. We didn't get far.
I didn't believe the fucking hype when I was younger, and the look on my mother's face when he dished out an excuse for this family outing or that forgotten anniversary, well, what the fuck can I do now? Just listen to my mama.
At the airstrip, the SUV swoops over toward the tarmac. The company jet is gassed up and at the ready. Complements of a fast-talking Edward. No doubt still hopeful, however, he scored a hand with the execs by dubbing this a "retreat."
Hector gives a peculiar look while turning slightly in his seat. Then he nods his head toward the Learjet. Only he and Edward knew the identity of the woman who blew up my heart, before she lit a match and burned it to a crisp, of course.
Clutching the string of my army fatigue bag, I get out. I stop frozen in my tracks, my bag falls off my shoulder as I stare up at the top of the stairs in disbelief. Dark eyes, round as Ebony marbles search right fucking through me. A mouth, so wide, so plush, so damn pleasing as it sits opens just so. I can imagine that minty tongue gliding across my cock.
"Franco," she breaths the words. I can't hear them from this distance, but I feel her breath against my abdominals all the same. She always liked to whisper into my flesh, while promising dirty delights.
One stiletto foot before the other, she descends the steps. A lace dress leaving nothing to the imagination, makes me want to claim her. Shield her from being so erotic, so provocative in this cold ass weather.
Yeah, I still want to claim Lido Ali, Somali, international Super Model. The prettiest of them all whom has no heart. And the sort of woman you could never have. That's a lesson learned. A lesson I should've kept from the start, fuck all the bullshit.
She's barely a hundred pounds to my 235, and after all those fucking spankings, I've been bitch-made … Lido's sweet scent envelops me, and the warmth of her is near me even seconds before she stops. We're eye to eye, those plush raspberry lips are caressed by her pink tongue, in Lido's attempt to hypnotize me.
"Don't!" My tone is enough to blow that thought to smithereens. The lust behind those greedy black diamonds she calls eyes, clouds for a moment. Her slender hand twitches at her side. She wanted to play. I knew she wanted to pet me, tease me. Hell I even knew every inch of that body, the landscape of her curves, her walk, her talk, the taste of her mouth, both of them, her moans right before that pivotal climax, the smell of her pheromones that I would pay a million dollars to capture in a bottle, but I never really knew her. Not truly
"Oh, Franco. It has been too long." Those lips pout. My cock turns traitor, forgiveness is all too easy.
Lido leans into me, scent enthralling, as those ultra-glossy manicured fingertips rub against the lapel of my blazer. I stuff my hands in my jeans, and Christ Sakes, I curse my dick for this foul ass move. Her glance sweeps over my erection. "Franco," she moans my name. "Forgive me."
A demure nude shade shines on her fingertips as Lido holds out her hand. Instead of taking it, my large hand clasps almost her entire forearm, the calluses of my fingertips buffering the silk of her elbow. Lido's eyes brighten at the way I bring her body toward me. So fucking hard, that either it's my imagination or I can feel those hard, sweet little nubs of her breast through that sheer God-forsaken dress.
Fuck me … she's poison. Yup, that's the bullshit weighing so heavily at the pit of my abdomen as I snatch her up the few stairs and into the jet. The cockpit is closed and one of those cute little flight attendants that Edward always asks for, has obviously gotten ghost. They didn't believe in my strength.
But, in my defense, my cock is going to explode soon. In her mouth. In her pussy. Better yet, her ass.
With the exit/entry way still open, Lido crumples to her knees. I yank her up by the hair at the nape of her neck. Those lips, they aren't going to bewitch my dick first. That damn ingenious mouth is half the reason I'm in this dysfunctional ass situation.
She pouts, before her greedy mouth begins to suck on my tongue. Legs hoisted around my hips, I tear at the material that I love to hate. It fits her dark brown skin to a fucking T. Lido's neither regions are warm against my jeans as I carry Lido past the few lofty seated aisles for the white couch. Before slamming her down, I second-guess myself. No, I need to be on my feet for this. Between sucking and kissing, I press her back against the glossy wood wall of the plane.
She grunts. My fingernails claw into her skin of her thighs.
"Franco, baby, but I wanted to taste it!" she begs.
"No, you don't get to taste my cock," I grab her chin. Lido bites my lip, pulls on it and my dick thumps against my pants like a fucking mangy ass dog.
"But," her hands reach between us.
Finally, I push her away. Lido quickly catches her equilibrium, heels clopping on the floor. I yank down my pants, and pull out her best friend. My manhood plops up, pre-cum at the ready, eyeing her in need. Mouth. Pussy. Ass. It's only friendly gesture is to allow me to pick which one.
Teeth bared, minty breath hissing past those beautiful lips, Lido's eyes are glued to my piece as I caress it slowly. This is her torture. "Don't dare fall to your knees," I tell her.
Gnawing at her bottom lip, Lido nods like a bobble head. "Anything you want, Franco, anything … "
I step back toward her. Half her pink lace thong is out. I know that her smoothly shaved pussy is quivering, it's done that on so many occasions when I've rubbed my cock over it.
Fingers gripping the collar of her already plunging dress line, I take pleasure in the sound of it shredding in my bare hands. Those Hershey kiss nipples are at their best, my hand clutches the sheen ebony softness and I bend down to allow my lips to graze over one nipple. Then the other. Then I clamp down a little rougher than necessary.
Another groan erupts from Lido's lips, those fucking liar lips. I kiss the pain away. Then I take her hand, and guide it down to the thick, hardness of my shaft.
"Ohhhh," her tone is borderline cocaine addict. "I've missed you, Franco," Lido murmurs.
And I eat that lie, because somewhere deep inside it is she who dominates me.
Her soft hand begins to glide back and forth, jacking me off. Those eyes ever pleading for forgiveness. I push Lido's hand away before this woman can take me to my brink. Delilah, that one night's fuck is gone to me. I haven't tasted since the last time I've tasted Lido.
"Take your panties off," my voice is soft, yet steely with domination.
And she does.
Love me … . I think, with dominion. Wouldn't it be so nice if she did?
Pure animalistic, my mouth floods with saliva as I eye Lido's freshly waxed folds. I hike her legs back over my hips, taking her into my arms with more care, with the love that my heart feels for her. I guide Lido to the couch, I place her back onto the seat, my knees are on the floor. The head of my dick glides against her slit.
This very act causes Lido's legs to shake. Her eyes are pleading, begging, but my glare holds her into submission. She's, indeed, hypnotized by this sex.
My erection strums around her clitoris. The head of my penis teases and taunts Lido's little bulb. I need that sweet juice from her pussy, so I tease Lido a little more. My cock glides inside of Lido, she moans. To my surprise, she is all juiced up. As the tip of my dick is glossy when it comes out of her honey hollow, she whimpers.
"Mmmmm, Franco … pahhhhhh-leeeezzz," she begs. My mouth finds hers, shutting her up once more. Just as I tongue her down, my cock slams straight into that slick valley. Hard. Quick. Causing her mouth to open wide and our tongues to twirl more. Hips rotating just right, I slam in again and again, until she's delirious with moaning, and her wet cum soaks my cock just enough.
"Franco! Fuckkkkk!" she growls for the third time. So I grip her ass, and fuck her until her voice is raw.
On the fourth round, Lido is spent, I sink back onto the floor, while her body lays draped over the couch.
"I … I wanna.." she says, breasts heaving, "I wanna taste your dick, Franco. It's been so long."
"Have at it," I tell her with a quick hand gesture. My dick is still flexing. I climb onto the low-seated couch, as Lido gets onto her knees.