Chapter 36: 38 - Ravi

Holy crap. I need to get into it. Now.

With my self-control hanging by a thread, I continued to kiss her as she used her knees to spread her legs. Pressing the head of my penis against her opening, I held the back of her head with my left hand.

Then I started to penetrate her.

Mariana's pussy was tighter than any I had known before. I felt the wet flesh gradually enveloping me, stretching towards me. I felt a shiver down my spine. I wasn't even fully inside her yet and I was already about to explode from the intense pleasure.

Slowly, I reminded myself. Go slow.

She moved her mouth away from mine, breathing heavily against my ear.

— I want you — She whispers, lifting her legs and placing them around my hips. The movement made me penetrate her deeper, making me moan with desperate desire. — Please, Ravi...

Her words shattered all my control. Going slow sucks.

A low moan vibrated in my chest and I grabbed her hair as I began to thrust wildly and relentlessly. She screamed and tightened her arms around my neck, welcoming my attack.

My mind exploded with the sensations of ecstasy. That, right there, was what I wanted, what I needed. That's why I would never let her go. The bodies were together on the bed, the damp sheets around us, while I lost myself in her, in the sounds and smells of unbridled sex.

Mariana was like liquid fire in my arms, her thin body arching against mine and her legs wrapped around my hips. Each thrust took me deeper inside her until we were melting against each other.

She came first, her pussy squeezing me even tighter. I heard her strangled scream as she bit my shoulder as she reached orgasm.

I shuddered violently as the semen spilled into her in continuous jets. Breathing heavily, I fell on top of her, as her arms could no longer support the weight of her body. All her muscles quivered with the force of her orgasm and I

he was covered in a thin layer of sweat. After a few moments, I gathered the strength to lie on my back, staring at the white ceiling above our heads.

It shouldn't have been this intense again, not after the handjob from earlier, but it was. It always was. There wasn't a moment when I didn't want her, when I didn't think about her. If one day she wasn't already there...

No. I can't think about that now. Will not happen. I will not let. She will always be there, because she is the mother of my son.

I would do whatever it took to keep her safe.

She holds it against everyone except myself.

I turn my face towards her, she does the same, holding my gaze with both hands on top of her belly. My gaze focuses on the small bulge, which showed signs that my son was developing inside her. Imagining that her body was capable of doing this filled me with an indescribable feeling, a feeling that I couldn't muster all the words necessary to express what I felt.

I break eye contact when I get up, fixing the clothes I barely had time to take off my body. I ignored the fact that I was completely sweaty and Mariana's gaze was fixed on me, and I left the room without even looking in her direction, as I felt that if I stayed there any longer, even just a few minutes, I would end up with my face again. between her legs and I had responsibilities waiting for me.

Rubens looks up at me, as soon as I finish going down the stairs, sitting on my sofa he didn't seem worried about what I could do with it. Despite Mariana's request, I still hadn't managed to “forget” what he and the other bitch tried to do to my son.

- You really calmed her down - he says, smiling mischievously - I could hear the screams from here.

-It's not because Mariana has a good heart and she decides to forget what you did, that I forgot - I say before walking towards the kitchen.

- Do you really trust her? -He asks seriously, I continue preparing breakfast from where he left off.

- I trusted you and you tried to kill my son - I point out.

- You're not even sure if she's pregnant with you, it could be with anyone - I couldn't deny it to myself, that when Mariana looked into my eyes and told me I was going to be a father, I immediately doubted it, it was as if I couldn't accept at first that I would be able to make a baby. I thought I would never be a father in the life I had and that trying to form a family would be a true collective suicide.

Never, in my entire life, did I imagine being a father, having anything more serious than a night with someone. Not after what happened to my father, being betrayed by the woman he loved most.

I didn't want the same thing to happen to me, so to prevent this from happening, I took measures that I thought were enough, but all it took was for Mariana to appear in my life, to change everything and for me to have feeling that I was in hell.

- No - I say finally, breaking my train of thought.

- You don't even know her - He tries to argue - If it weren't for that accident, I would never have met her.

I knew very well that everything had changed after that day. My life was never the same after that day, after I woke up with her by my side the next morning, without having anything to do with her and having seen her remove the edges of the sliced bread in the sexiest way possible.

That woman was the cause of my problems for sure. There was no doubt about that, it was my own personal devil, leaving me more and more surrendered every time I stood before her.

Rubens suddenly approaches, forcing me this time to make eye contact.

- Do you really trust her?

- Are you trying to tell me something? - I ask, taking the edges of the sliced bread.

- Right now he may have a wolf in sheep's clothing under the same roof as you - When I don't say anything, he continues, as if he were faced with a gap - I'll prove it to you.

- I don't want you to prove anything to me - I look at him - In fact, I want you to leave my house. I'm still waiting for what to do with you.

A half smile flickers across his face.

- Did you tell him?

- I have to experience everything that happens in the favela, whether it’s drugs or not. Or have you forgotten that he is in charge? - I needed to somehow keep Rubens under control, lying was the best option at that moment, as I felt it was unnecessary to take to my father what he had tried to do against my firstborn.

Knowing him well, it wouldn't take long to put an end to Rubens, he would have his body dismembered and spread throughout the favela, as well as Talita's body, which had already found a way to be thrown around.

Rubens moves restlessly in front of me, perhaps imagining the horrible things that could happen to him.

-I thought we had put a damper on that-he mutters seriously.

-Mariana yes, I don't-I growl, looking into his eyes-The first opportunity I get, I'll send you to hell.

He doesn't let me shake my promise.

-I'll show you that I'm right and that I was just trying to avoid a headache.

- Leave it, Rubens - He hesitates for a moment, before leaving the room and then the house.

I sigh, looking at the meal in front of me, arranging it on the tray before climbing the stairs again. In front of Mariana's bedroom door, I hesitate to open it and return to where we had left off, instead, I knock twice loudly on the door and leave the tray on the floor, going to my room. I urgently needed a cold shower, to remove all that excitement and tension from my body.

I needed to find myself in the middle of all that mess that Mariana had created without realizing it. For this to happen, I had to stay away from her, focusing only on our son, I believed that this way things would become easier between us, including coexistence. He also hoped that the uncontrolled desire he felt every time he was close to her would stay under control and disappear, as he could no longer bear jerking off thinking about her and giving in to her body without any prior warning.