At The Mercy Of Evil

Chapter seven (Zyan)

After seeing those blue eyes, my mind at every moment brought their memory to the fore. It was as if there was a hungry animal inside me and he saw the perfect prey to quench his hunger, as if it were created exactly for him. That angelic face messed with me in a way that no other could, and to think that I only saw her from afar and nothing more. I'm a f*****g irrational animal who wants it at all costs. I desire her, and when I see her again I won't let her escape my clutches so easily.

That same day when I left my company to return home, I took the same route in order to review it, but no sign of it. I came home angry and wanted to take it out on something or someone, so I decided to text one of the many whores I f**k when I don't have the patience to go out at night to hunt. Emily, she was perfect for what she wanted, she f***s well, she's the one who comes closest to satiating my wish and doesn't complain about my hard way of being in s*x. I'll let her know to show up in 30 minutes at the house that I use to take whores like her.

As I had barely arrived home I make the return to the garage, I enter my red McLaren, starting towards a long night of s*x, because with the irritation and frustration that I am I will not stop so soon ... I arrive well before the scheduled time and I will take a shower, when I leave the bath the bell rings. I take the towel and dry the hair that dropped water droplets all over my body and then discardit. Regardless of my nudity, I'm going to walk to the door and open it.

"I see it's ready!"- says Emily looking down on me from top to bottom and stopping on my d**k as I open the door.

"Shut up you get hotter, Emily," I say, pulling her into the house and closing the door.

"Calm down, yummy. How about a wine first?— says making me lose the patience I didn't already have.

"Shut up," I say by pushing her on the wall and putting her body in mine, and she's going to. The animal in me rips her dress leaving her naked, the b***h was without panties. She tries to kiss me and I deviate by biting the lobe of her ear and whispering.

"The only place you can kiss is my c**k, hot tie— she takes her hand to the place quoted, sliding in a movement of back and going, however I stop her movements turning from face to wall and unannounced I slap her buttock slapping a groan of her mouth. One more slap and another sigh.

"Naughty, you like it when I hit you—I say take it to the couch. "It's on all fours," I say, and she obeys. I slide my hand behind your back to your intimacy and take a slap without too much force. The shock of hand contact in such a sensitive place makes it arch.

"Quiet— I order. I slide my finger through her p***y realizing that she is already ready to receive me. I open the laminated package of the condom putting on my d**k ...

One more slap and this time disconnected words leave your lips.

"Prepared?— I ask myself to fit into her p***y while i hold her hair tightly and before she answers I enter hard. Every measure I enter I pull your hair, giving me control of the intensity at which my c**k enters it. I close my eyes savoring the power of domination, but blue eyes and an angelic face is present in my head, in a path without return I imagine being there with me and do what my body wanted to do in it. I f**k hard, brutally, entering harder and harder, with the intention of taking for an instant the innocence on your face and inserting into your look, in your body the reactions that a dirty s*x provides.

"That, yummy, meddles hard— and with the echoing of Emily's voice in my ears, I realize what I was doing, that she wasn't the one I wanted there with me, so angry i come out of it, moaning dissatisfied, reaper the condom by knotting and discarding it near the couch.

I was almost there, Zyan— without giving the slightest importance to her complaint, I make her stand up and sit down I say:

"She kneels down and does her job, naughty—and then she looks naughty at me and then with gluttony for my mast. She kneels down and without delay sucks my c**k, after a few seconds safe her hair hard taking control and f*****g her mouth as if it were in her p***y. Hard and hard... With a few minutes left, my f*****g s**t fills your mouth.

"Swallow— I say by pulling your hair back, leaving your face totally in my sight, so that it also has the vision of mine. And as ordered she swallows everything, licking to the corners of her mouth.

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The next day I was angrier than the day before, f*****g Emily did not aplacou in anything my desire, on the contrary only made it grow even more if this is possible. I spent several moments of the day imagining myself burying my c**k inside her, her lips and swollen by f*****g her mouth and her blue eyes turning with pleasure. Martyrdom, that's how I was feeling, being punished for not having what I want, what every cell in my body demanded to be his rightly. "I need to find that girl. Damn it! What are you doing to me?—I question internally as I drive to my home.

Today I decided to change the route home, in order to escape the traffic jams, even more today. The signal was open so I lower my foot further on the accelerator. The phone rings taking my attention on the road, however I don't answer, I hate being irresponsible when driving. When I look at the road again I see a girl a few meters away, honking to alert her while stepping on the brake to avoid the collision. In slow motion I see your face become visible to me.

Fuck! It's her, my angel — I think. She came to me and I almost killed her.