Chapter 334 - Intruders go to school - mdfour
Veronica
Roland told me last night about many things that happened. If it was like the setups to take down the Colombian cartel, I can't imagine what they orchestrated in Spain.
Last night, Arnold and Kevin arrived at Blanco after being with their families and came to see Ines. After that, my husband showed up. Today, Sunday, he told me that in the morning Arnold would stay working, and in the afternoon, after our family's sacred lunch at my parents' house, he would come. If someone wasn't there, it was because they weren't in town.
Freddy and Arinka stayed in their apartment, while Alfredo has been spending weekends at our ranch, sleeping in San Antonio the rest of the week, coming three times during weekdays. They are already synchronized, working day and night shifts. He didn't tell me what the next objective was; I earned his distrust fair and square.
I watch him sleep, admiring him more each day. I started caressing his penis. It's four in the morning, and I got lost massaging his testicles, feeling powerful as I watched and felt him grow in my hand. Roland was still deep asleep, and at that moment, I confirmed once again that this organ has a life of its own. If he hadn't woken up, it was because he was so tired. I kissed his chest and cuddled close to his side.
"After you killed the tiger, did you run from its skin?" I smiled, my back to him. "Sorry, Mrs. Sandoval, you have a job to finish."
"You were asleep."
"I was just enjoying my wife's caresses on my poor little thing, which felt sad and forgotten for reasons beyond its control."
I burst out laughing. He always makes me laugh, even though many times I want to sew that big mouth of his shut. I turned around.
"What does Mr. Sandoval desire?"
"It comes with desire included." His member was erect, imposing itself over the blankets.
"Just for today, as a reward for those souls you saved."
"Oh, don't say more, the list is long."
"We only have two hours, three at most before the kids wake up."
"Testicular massage, riding shake, and you still owe me the rear."
This one forgets nothing. I got between his legs; he adjusted to give me that delicious piece of meat at my disposal. I began to caress his thighs upwards, always ending at his member with subtle touches. I love seeing my husband's body, and having his penis in my hand was the beginning...
My tongue licked from that pair of sacks to the tip of his shaft. Hearing the moan that escaped his throat was an automatic signal to wet my crotch. Roland's hand pressed my head to push his big tool a little deeper. He started moving rhythmically up and down, with my hand helping, matching my mouth and caresses.
"Veronica, I don't want to come in your mouth. Beautiful, ride me."
That's what I did, but Roland was dominant. He might give up control for moments, but he always ends up dominating, and I simply like that. In sex, I let him; I'm submissive to his caresses. He put me aside, now he was between my legs, taking off my robe and then my panties.
"I love seeing how wet you get."
He began to caress my center, wetting his finger to then bring it to my rear, starting to prepare it.
"Roland, please..."
"No, I want to be in your tight ass."
His gaze changed, his eyes turned dark. Now he was the dark master of sex, licking his fingers after passing them through my throbbing crotch. It was evident he desired me.
My husband turned me around, leaving my rear at the mercy of his demanding tongue. I love it; everything he does with my body is a direct pass to another plane. He took his time preparing me while I was a bundle of sensations and moans.
From the nightstand drawer, he took out the lube and, with all the patience and delight, began to lubricate it with his fingers, between kisses and caresses on my back. The truth was that when I least expected it, he started to penetrate me gently.
At first, it doesn't give way so quickly, but once it does, once it opens up, he begins a thrusting motion that heats me to the point where my skin tingles and reaches that electrifying point that doesn't go down with anything. He pulled me to his chest, leaving me on my knees in the middle of our bed, while he drilled me, his breath behind my ear.
His hands caressed and squeezed my breasts. His tongue traced the path from my neck to my shoulder. One hand reached my clitoris to calm it a bit with circular strokes.
"Roland..." I whispered.
"Together, my love."
His movements intensified. While he pounded into my rear, his hand wreaked havoc on my sex, his mouth on my neck, his other hand squeezing my breast. He didn't give me time to think; I couldn't do it.
I was lost in that pleasure that only Roland knows how to give me, my moan came from deep within, my convulsions squeezed his member, and he was the next to roar in my ear.
"I'll never get tired of this, Veronica." Our breaths were heavy. "My cock is still hard." I covered my face, with this man it was impossible. "Let me."
He kissed me, turned my body, and penetrated my belly, doing it with love, so gently and without stopping our kisses. We danced to the rhythm of passion. My legs trembled, my breath couldn't find its way back to normal, my whole body was on top of my husband, and his heart was pounding frenetically. For me, it was a special song.
"I love you," I said. "I need a shower, I smell like you everywhere." I heard him laugh.
"You don't know how much I love that little thing." He kissed my sweaty forehead. "Come on, it's time to hit the water."
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Roland
It was Monday, my kids start school today. Seeing them all dressed up with their backpacks and lunchboxes packed by Grandma Ines; my father-in-law arrived on time with my mother to see them before we left. Dear God, they grow up so fast.
"Good morning, son."
I kissed my mother, hugged my father-in-law, and Veronica did the same. The grandparents said goodbye with kisses and hugs for their grandchildren. Rata's girls started school last year, Isaac the year before, but Miguel's son is already in his third year, entering first grade, my nieces in kindergarten, and my kids in pre-kindergarten.
Daniel's kids; Melisa is about to turn twelve, both she, Enrique, and Anibal's nephews are the oldest. Veronica helped them into the SUV, I don't even know what I feel at this moment. Dante, so sure, making sure his siblings got in first, while their mom settled Victoria. They helped Liam up. Then they both got in. It was a feeling of pride to see them united.
"Come on, son, or they'll be late."
I kissed my mother and watched them go into the ranch to have coffee with Ines. Veronica was about to cry, I know her. We arrived at the school, I saw Miguel connecting with his son, who walked in as if nothing. Veronica hadn't said a word, she was about to not let them go in. Simon arrived.
"Uncle!"
I smiled seeing my nieces run, they are such beautiful girls, I no longer have trouble distinguishing them, one was very delicate, while Milena was daring, adventurous, Andrea not so much. I picked them up and covered them with kisses.
"My loves, say hello to your aunt, cousins, and go to class."
"Here comes Daniel with Shirly," said Rata, we greeted.
"Ours go in through the other entrance." The two women hugged.
"Well, we have to take this crew to their first day of school." My wife had our princess and our little one by the hand. I stayed with the older ones. "Dante and Enrique," we stopped for a moment. "We talked about this last night."
"About my little brother, Dad?" my eldest son confirmed.
"You two are the oldest, especially you, you must take care of them the best way. Can you do that?" He lifted his chin affirmatively. "Enrique, don't let anyone make fun of your little brother, you know he's all smiles and has a hard time keeping up with you."
"Don't worry, Dad," said Enrique. "I'll take care of all three of them."
"I'm the oldest, I'll take care of them!"
I gave them a couple of kisses, and we continued walking. Upon reaching the classroom, the teacher, who knew Liam's condition, came out to greet us. Although it's mild, he has a hard time understanding at first, which is the opposite with music, that's another story; he's so sharp to know the correct notes, he already masters the piano and guitar, plays alongside me. I kissed my princess.
"Behave well, and when your brothers don't want to listen, you keep them in line."
"I know, Daddy." I smiled. It's the law of life... but it hurts to separate from them.
"Liam." My son was scared. "Look up, son, you're very smart and you'll show everyone."
"What if they laugh because I don't understand and have to ask?"
His nervousness was evident, he was the last to speak correctly, we've noticed that when he's nervous, he starts to speak poorly, my little one was scared, I looked at Veronica, sighed, that was also my fear, that they'd make fun of him.
"If they say you don't understand, challenge them and tell them if they're so smart, they should play the guitar or piano." My son smiled.
"I'm the best." He closed his eyes and breathed, doing the exercise his mom taught him to calm down. "Dante and Enrique can't."
"See, we all have different gifts, that doesn't make us more or less intelligent. But who are you?"
"Liam Sandoval Vásquez!"