Chapter Four- Hooked

D'Amico Albert

I am 35 years old, and Andrew is 31 years old. We are both black men, but I am originally from Britain with an Italian descent from my great-grandfather, who left the country and married a black woman from Britain in the early 1950s. We are three children of my parents with two younger sisters and I am the oldest. I am fond of Berry, who is the one after me, but I do not really love my parents. My dad died while I was 8 years old, and my mom had to remarry a shitty man who tried on several occasions to assault my sisters. I beat him up to the point of threatening him and locked him up. Mom was a disgrace as she knew of his actions in the house. I rented a house for my siblings after I became rich and had to train them, and mom didn't even care one bit about us leaving her. I later found out that she was killed by him, and the police are looking for him. May her soul rest in peace and land in hell for all I care. She was a shitty mom and didn't care one bit about her kids; nevertheless, we once came to pay her a visit and were stigmatized for her actions.

I gave up on her and was filled with mixed feelings when she died. I loved sex and always got what I wanted. When I want a lady, I do not beat around the bush; I just hit the nail on the head with what I want. I had sex with women, and I wasn't a saint one bit. No lady could keep up with my sex drive and would pass out or complain. I needed a hot lad who could keep up, and my prayers were answered when I met Sarah, and gosh, her pussy was a tight vice that held my cock and kept me warm when I went in and out of her. Thinking about her made it impossible for me not to get hard, and I wanted her child now.

I decided to call, but she did not want to have phone sex on the call. I liked that she wasn't like any other girl but was truthful about herself, and that made me super proud of her. When my secretary called, I needed to caution him next time because I didn't want anyone disrupting my calls with my angel. I was excited about her coming over to have a date and getting married to her next week. I didn't mind one bit that she would be married to us, but first, we needed to go see her father for his blessing to let us marry his daughter. I knew that I was sin, and I wanted in every way possible to destroy and damage her, or, better yet, taint her with my sin. Her ass and boy were perfect, and fuck did I want to keep my cock inside of her warm cunt, clothing me with its juices down my cock?

I was tired as I finished work way past 10 p.m., which is unusual for me to work late, and headed to shower and go to bed. I got in and out of the shower as soon as I bathed and went straight to bed. I couldn't wait for tomorrow evening, when she would come over. Her cleavage was everything that I needed and wanted, and I needed to hold myself back from stroking my cock and leave it to just her cleavage giving me my satisfaction of cumin. Everything I said to her was the truth, and I wanted her to trust not just me but also Andrew.

I was a dirty man that refused sharing, but she brought an emotion that was long forgotten, and I was very grateful for that because I knew instantly that I would never make her cry but rather happy as she was my girl and future wife. She drove us both insane, especially Andrew, who wanted more, and I understood why he had cumbed so much earlier than ever as her ass and that clitter of hers were tight and would grip you whole and milk you dry when you least expected it.

I nearly came when I entered into her, but I needed her to enjoy her first sex, and I wasn't happy that she lost her virginity on a table. She was really slutty to entice and seduce a beast like me, and I did answer her request when I fucked the shite out of her pussy. Her lips, gosh, they drove me nuts as I imagined her sucking on my cock with her mouth, and I would force my cock inside her throat, and she would gag on it and use her tongue to lick around and bob her mouth on my cock.

Fuck, my dick was hard from what I could remember, but when I met her, it stood like antennae waiting for a signal. Remembering how my cock got coated with her virgin blood made me a proud man, and I wasn't ever going to leave her now that I hadn't gotten a taste. I looked at the time at my bedside and it was almost midnight, so I decided to call it a day and sleep with my hard cock, waiting for tomorrow when her juicy pussy would take care of it.