Chapter 216 : She Is Awesome
Chapter 216 : She Is Awesome
Chapter 216: She Is Awesome
Callan
Jessica whimpered and she babbled something more in response. I chuckled.
“It is okay.” I spanked her again.
“Pretty little good girls are always whores for their daddies, huh?”
“I..I am not.”
I fucked her harshly, pulling at her neck till she was on her knees. I put my chin on her head, keeping my hand on her neck.
“You are not a whore?” I asked.
Her pussy clenched, tiny fucking hands gripping my arm which was wrapped around her waist and keeping her pinned to me.
“I..I am good.” I hummed.
“A good whore, yes.” I rubbed her clit.
“I know you are close, little girl. So better start begging.”
She gaped, hips squirming as I rubbed her sweet little clit.
“I..I am going to cum, daddy.”
“I fucking know, just be a good whore and beg.”
She cried out when I gripped her hips and moved her body up and down my dick.
“P…please, daddy, I am so close. Please…please.” I hummed.
“Cum, make a mess and don't expect me to stop.”
She did, she made a fucking mess, crying out and cringing as I continued making her fuck herself. She flinched and squirmed, sobs spilling out of her mouth.
“Now,” I said.
“You wanted me to fuck you against the wall, right? Let's do that.”
“I am too sensitive.”
“You are fucking fine, every good whore needs to be able to take daddy's dick as much as he wants it.”
I fucked her against the wall, making her look me in the eyes as I made her cry and cum. When I released, she was a mess of tears and her pussy was red. I pulled out, looking down at her red pussy. As much as I wanted to make her cry more because of overstimulation, I had already fucked her too hard and she was a little thing. I picked her up in my arms.
“My pretty baby.”
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Jessica POV
“When?” Nova said.
“I am in the jet right now, Nova. I will be there in a few hours.” I replied.
“Okay,” she muttered.
“Fucking finally.”
I curled into a ball on my seat, still sore. The jet was different from the last one, apparently Lucas was using it. How many did these people have? This one was grey and white, the seats were gray as well, large and so comfortable that I felt like sleeping as soon as I sat on one. Troye was in the jet, alone with some other men who looked equally dangerous. Callan and Logan were sitting on either side of me, quiet and tense. After hanging up with Nova, the plane soon took off and before long, as were in the air. They were yet to speak a word and I was uncomfortable.
“Are you hungry, Jessica?” Logan asked and I looked at him.
“No…are you two okay?” I sneaked a glance at Callan. It was hard to look at him and not feel embarrassed.
“No Santoro is in Morocco and it makes us a little uneasy. That is all.”
“Oh,” I whispered and bit my tongue to stop myself from saying that we could go back.
I want to see my sisters, I needed to make sure that they were alright and these brothers have always been together, they didn't know how much it hurts to be away from your siblings. We ate and I slept after a while of them talking in french to other people. And when I woke up, we were in Dubai, in Rizzos' territory.
Sophie was glowing as she descended the giant staircase of their mansion, her black dress dragging behind her. Now her bump was a little visible, she smiled at me, pulling me in for a hug. I sighed, slowing my eyes and trying to not crush her with my hug. She rubbed my back, not letting me go till I pulled back.
.
“You look beautiful.” I said and she grinned.
“Thanks, Jessica. You look beautiful yourself.” Her eyes moved over me.
Finally, she stepped back and looked at Callan and Logan, she nodded G Logan with a smile and gave Callan a side hug.
“Where are Zara and Nova?’
“They are….”
Zara shot out of a beautiful gazebo nearby that I hadn't noticed before. She ran towards me, her brilliant hair fluttering as she collided with me, I picked her up, loving how it took so much effort. I was not the only one punished with a lack of food when we lived with our father, I hugged her close to me, rubbed her back and she sobbed into my shoulder.
“You two should come inside.”
I heard Logan and Callan walk away, I didn't look as I hugged Zara close, feeling my heart twist as she sobbed more. Tears burned in my eyes but I kept them in, knowing they would only make her cry more. I walked to the gazebo, sitting down on a couch there. Coloring books were scattered around, a cat sitting on top of one. She sniffed as she pulled back, I wiped the tears off her face and kissed her forehead.
“How are you?” She sniffed again and told me the name of the car.
“She is awesome.” she said.
“I am sure she is,” I said.
“How are you?”
Zara was my half-sister but she still was a lot like me when it comes to talking about feelings. She wiped the tears off her face.
“She gets sad when her sisters are not around her.” She talks about the cat but I know she was referring to me and her. I cupped her face.
“I am sure her sisters never want to be away from her.”
“But one of them was away for too long.” She mumbled, playing with her hands.
“That one is really sorry she was but she is here now, okay? I am here now.” She hugged me again.
“Don't leave me again.”
“I won't.” I assured her.
“You look beautiful, Nova.” I said and she glanced at me through the mirror, wearing her earrings.
“You do too. I am glad we are the same size.”
My lehenga was white, the blouse had tiny spaghetti straps which held it up. The skirt was heavy and with intense embroidery and the dupatta was around my elbow, rounding my back. I had spent hours on my hair, defining my curls and then about an hour on my makeup.
The rings around my fingers were platinum, excluding the one Callan gave me which was black. The earrings on my ears were large but not that heavy. There were about four white bangles around my wrist with my nails painted white too. Zoe had used white henna to create some pretty patterns on my hand.
“White looks good on you,” Nova said.
“Yes,” I mutter.
“And you rock black.”
His lehenga was the same as mine but it was black, completely black. She turned her back, facing the mirror as she sat on the dressing table.