Theirs To Own

Chapter Four

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 s*x 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 s*x with women, and I wasn't a saint one bit. No lady could keep up with my s*x 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 p***y was a tight vice that held my c**k 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 p***y now.

I decided to call, but she did not want to have phone s*x 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 her 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 way to destroy and damage her, or, better yet, taint her with my sin. Her a*s and boy were perfect, and f**k did I want to keep my c**k inside of her warm cunt, coating me with its juices down my c**k?

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 cunt was everything that I needed and wanted, and I needed to hold myself back from stroking my c**k and leave it to just her p***y giving me my satisfaction of cumming. 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 c*m so much earlier than ever as her a*s and that c**t 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 s*x, 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 f****d the s**t out of her p***y. Her lips, gosh, they drove me nuts as I imagined her sucking on my c**k with her mouth, and I would force my c**k inside her throat, and she would gag on it and use her tongue to lick around and bob her mouth on my c**k.

Fuck, my d**k was hard from what I could remember, but when I met her, it stood like antennae waiting for a signal. Remembering how my c**k 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 c**k, waiting for tomorrow when her juicy p***y would take care of it.