THE CONTENT IS INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DEPICTIONS OR STRONG IMPLICATIONS OF THE FOLLOWING:
. SEXUAL CONTENT / NUDITY
. DISTURBING SCENE
Nathaniel crouched at the side of the pool, looking at her eyes as she struggled, gurgling the chlorine water in her mouth, "I don't think you miss me like I did because it fucking drives me crazy being without you." he said his voice void of emotion.
He grinned satisfyingly, watching how she was calling for help. She needed him, and she wanted his help. She would know how to want him like how he wanted her.
"He—lp," Angelina's throat hurt so much as her eyes sting painfully, her hands frailing on water.
Nathaniel tilted his head, staring at her; she was gulping the water whenever she opened her mouth, and the sound of struggling gurgles filled the room.
Nathaniel finished all he needed to do, leaving his PA to wrap the others, and he took his private jet home. He was going crazy without her; the paranoid feeling of her leaving him made him want to lock her up.
And then he arrived home; she fucking greeted him in his white shirt, which was see-through, hugging him as if her life depended on it. Though he liked being welcomed by her radiant smile and bear hug, he needed another thing.
He wanted her whole. He tried to control her, and he wanted her to depend on him and not be able to leave him.
He stared at how her body was relaxing as her eyes dropped, her thrashing getting relaxed and her gurgling sound ceasing. His heart stung a little, "do you want me to say you?" he asked, getting no response from her. "I'm the only one who can save you, I'm the only person for you, I'm the only person for you," he chuckled darkly, "I want you so much that it controls my head," he jumped into the pool, carrying her slumped body out.
Nathaniel gently placed her on the tiled floor, caressing her white face in adoration before hovering over her and breathing air into her mouth.
Angelina coughed out some water, her eyes red from the water as her chest heaved, panicked, looking at the pool. He came closer to her, wrapped his arms around her, soothing her back softly.
"Please don't leave me," Angelina cried, her hands and lips trembling from the cold as she clutched Nathaniel's cloth.
"I wouldn't dream of it," he vowed, raising her head as he kissed her slowly. He gently put his tongue between her lips, making her part them as he stuck his tongue in, and they kissed slowly.
Angelina was traumatised. She was terrified of being left alone by the pool as she clung onto Nathaniel, even after releasing her lips. Her head was pounding in pain as her throat burned.
Nathaniel had a vicious grin on his lips, hugging the frightened lady in his arms. He hurled her up steadily in bridal style before entering the pool with her.
Angelina screamed, clutching him tighter. Tears streamed down her eyes uncontrollably. "Please," she begged while Nathaniel touched her face.
"I'm here," he whispered soothingly, kissing her ear lovingly, "I won't drop you like before," he said, walking to the middle of the pool.
"Please,"
"Trust me," he smiled, wanting to put her down as she glanced at him, her eyes staring at him in hope. "Do you trust me?" he asked, and immediately she nodded her head vigorously.
"Good," he felt happy, gobbling her closer as he took a chomp on the valley of her chest. "You are mine; every about you is mine," he raised her head, letting her teary eyes stare at his scorching ones, "from a lone tear from your eyes to a twitch of smile is mine," he murmured, "I'm only one to make you cry, to make you happy and to make you feel save." he stuck his tongue out, easing the pain of the biting part.
"You are mine, and God bless any motherfucker who thinks otherwise," he whispered in a thick voice, his tongue latching on her erected nipples through her wee cloth as he sucked the bud and gave attention to the other.
Nathaniel's hand found its way underneath her underwear, and dipped his hand in her cunt to find it wet and sticky.
"Damn! You are fucking dripping, Angie." he let out in a husky voice, swimming to the edge of the pool. "hands up," he ordered and instantly, she raised her hands. Nathaniel slowly removed her shirt, putting it as a side as he stared hungrily at her exposed boobs and buried his nose between the valley.
"This is a pure heaven," he said, his voice vibrating to her body.
"Angie," he called softly, "I want you to do something for me. Can you do it?" he asked in a low voice.
"Yeah, I can."
"I want you to touch yourself as you did on that day after the phone call," Angelina sucked in a breath, her heart thumping. She didn't know how he found out.
"Ah —" her voice was coming out.
"Can't you, Angie," he looked at her with a sad face while blinking his eyes.
Angelina gulped, "I –can," she shuttered, biting her lips.
"That's my girl," he smiled, pecking her as he swam away from her.
Angelina blushed furiously, feeling shy. It was overwhelming touching herself in Nathaniel's presence, with him watching her like a hawk. She looked away from his piercing gaze to his trouser and saw his boner.
She shivered excitedly, feeling encouraged by the shape of his boner in his cloth. He was hard for her, pushing Angelina to put two fingers in her mouth and licking them. While slurping her fingers, her other hand trailed to her boobs, touching them softly. She kneaded them slowly, pinching her bud as a rush of desire rushed through her.
Angelina stuck her tongue between her fingers, grinding her ass onto the cold tiles, feeling the cold seeping through her labia. She removed her fingers painstakingly, slowly making a string of saliva between them before trailing her wet fingers to her cunt.
Her cunt trembled when she touched it, and her breathing ragged immediately. She folded her boobs as she flickered her clit, eliciting a shaky moan before she inserted a finger.
Her middle finger went in and out of her as her thumb played with her clitoris; her breathing shuddered when she added a finger. Her movement unravelled as she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation she was giving herself. Imagining Nathaniel ramming through her roughly, pounding her pussy till it trembled and she lost her mind.
Angelina's eyes flew open when she felt a light feathered touch on her vaginal, and she watched as Nathaniel's eyes were glued on her wetted pussy, and that fueled her up to increase her pace. She could feel her back arching, her wall clenching to release, but at that moment, Nathaniel stopped her.
His hand was trembling, catching her hand in mid-air, making her release a whiny moan before dipping her wetted fingers in his mouth and slurping the sticky juice on them, his tongue twirling around them before he lifted Angelina's ass.
She lay on the cold tiled floor on her chest while her legs were in the water and her juicy ass lifted. Nathaniel removed his cock from his trouser, hitting her ass with it as he put the tip in; Angelina sighed. Finally, he was putting it in, and her fingers weren't reaching deep like how Nathaniel's dick hit her womb every time.
But her happiness was cut short when he moved it back, slapped his hard dick on her butt, then put the tip and removed it again. He was teasing her, and he was enjoying it.
"Look how your cunt is gapping for my junk hungrily like a whore," he whispered in her ear, "a whore waiting for her husband's junk to fill her up," he spanked her lightly, whistling when her butt cheek bounced.
"Please," Angelina needed him as she wanted to move her hand; he chuckled, holding both hands in a grip and biting the middle of her back, "we don't do that here," he chortled softly.
He took her discarded cloth, using it to tie her hands tightly as he trailed kisses from her back to her ass. She's so beautiful, he thought, slapping her ass.
This brown goddess wá his only, only his! No one else. Nathaniel's wheel of thinking went dark, and he just wanted her. Only her. He was the only one who had the right to see her naked, and he was the only one who could leave her in a moaning mess. He was the only one who could make her happy and sad. Her tears, her happiness, were his only. As he was lost in deep thinking, his possessive instinct clouded his eyes as he continued to spank her butt and bite her.
The sound of her hysterical crying pulled him out of the darkness, and his eyes widened in shock, looking at what he had done. Her butt was red with his handprint, and her back was covered with bite marks, blood stained on his lips.
"Oh my Angie," he murmured, kissing those bite marks soothingly while rubbing her red ass. He turned her face a little, looking at her trying to sniffle her running nose as he licked her face, kissing the tears.
"Angie —"
"Fuck me," Angelina growled; amazing, Nathaniel. Angelina didn't know why she was crying. The spanking and biting were painful, hurting her yet also making her inside throb, anticipatedly waiting for him to damage her cunt.
Nathaniel gripped her ass, seeing her slit dripping with juice, gulping hard before he buried himself home. He thrust into her cunt in a go, taking it out, then rammed into her again deeper than before, making a loud, lewd moan released from her.
Angelina moved her ass to his ruthless pounding as she ground her hip; her stomach tingled, aching her back for more friction. Moans and moans slipped out of Angelina's mouth, drool rolling out of her moaning mouth to her chest.
Skin slapping, groans and grunts filled the pool as two imperfect couples fuck themselves into oblivion.
***
Damn, I'm tired.