2 Emptiness of the present

While my life is at the mercy of those two detectives, in another place filled with the smell of sin and betrayal, our dear angelica'pussy filled with cam of her partner and her lovley juice still dipping down wetting the sheet in theprosses, moening like there is no tomorrow, like what happen earlier in the morning was none of her business, her eyes watery and full of suduction looking upward licking and sucking some dick pleasing the man in frond of her with all her power, that man who is obviously in the atmost best of pleasure is the boss of our protagonist who basicly ended his life, his name is maxuel reaper, a frightening name of a seemlingly down to earth guy , with his glusess and smily face and his bulging body with fats and a few mussle in his sholders, that gives him a funny combination of maniless and goofiness.

Despite the fact that their flesh bonding together, experiencing the forbidding fruit of pleasure with poisonous flavor of betrayal and adultery, their heart and mind, souls is in deferent places, or maybe dimensions .

she was tired and sore but she didn't care. She didn't want to sleep, every time she close her eyes she can see his average face, that face that was painted with all wrongdoing of life, all sadeness,disappointed, drowned with low esteem aura. I wanted the ache. I wanted that discasting rod of him penitrate me, I diserve it, I diserve be taint with his filth because I just ruin a life that only gives a genuine smile to me, he is man and naturly he thing like a man the same thing when he attracted by a women but he don't see me as a troffy or an accomplishing target or just a fulfillment of his desire, he just want to be loved and live with someone that trully want him for all his flaws before anything else , but neverless I ruined his life, because life is cruel and I have to be cruel to live better and fulfill my wishes and all my desire, all the time. While His weight on top of me. I wanted to squeeze him in further and further. Not of passion but to hide my true feelings I. I'd never done it before. I couldn't really believe it; I was doing this. I was inventing something. I held him and put him in. He felt deeper in me. I'll never forget it. I was in charge and he liked it. I held his hands down. He pretended he was trying to break free. I let my tits touch his face. He went mad; he bucked. He split me in two. I pushed down sucked him. He licked me. I made him come on my stomach. He sucked my toes. The whole room rocked and then I see him smiled at me in the morning, my eyes narrow a bit but its return to normal.

"Don't look at me like that? I know what to do woman". grinned Mr reaper while went naked step by step to the shower.

"I guess he know what I was thinking, and possibly know the reason why I put up with him all this time. However, if he thing of throwing me out as trash after being bored than think again". a dangerous light couldn't help seeping out of my eyes while angelica thought of this possibility.

Unknown to her, a chill run-down Ms. Reaper's spine while showering, his lips moves upwards in understanding of who's the one subconsciously cause, through his years of being the boss of one of the most notorious syndicate of human trafficking and money laundering, killing and raping and basically do what hi want, owning some of the most capable figures in various fields like police, FBI, CIA, and other political figures known for their honesty and charisma but in the inside there are rotten to the core so he can't help but throw some spies here and there to tighten his hold of them.

He were a being in danger all the time, to be ruthless is number two but what comes first is trusting his instinct, because as he define himself, when he choose this path he become an animal inside out, only survival what it matter , anything else is only to take off some stress for fearing to slip up or crack his spirit under stress.

Therefore, it can be OK to feel some shills in somebody else spine, but not him, maybe he is one of those who believe in supernatural in a way or another mixed with instinctual animal feeling, but that what he is and always be, a guy that love to kill the wrong guy first until he kills the right one when he doesn't know who the one betrayed him than looking around for the right guy wasting time in the process, and our protagonist is some his scape goat for he get betrayed in a big way, his operation of laundering money get busted, but he can't kill every single person of those guys upstairs so he need first some leeway, some time to breath, and this unfortunate little guy will be the one to achieve that." a nobody like him should be happy of finding his purpose of being my stepping stone". A smirk escaped Mr. Reaper's mouth while cleaning himself in the shower.

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