FREMA:
"I.." I muttered as his hand gripped my hip roughly.
"Shhh." He shushed and pulled away from the kiss. "You're going to suck me off like the little puttana you are, Fremantle. And you're going to take me in so deep. Deeper than you've ever taken anything. Get down." He commanded and my cheeks flushed red in anger so I slapped him. Hard.
"I'm not a whore, Eron Castile. You're in the mafia right? That's why you don't want me to know what you do. You speak Spanish and Italian at the same time so you think you have power over all the women in this world, but guess what? You can't own me, you dumb fuck. Enjoy." I ranted, squatting down almost immediately and pulling down his zipper. I pushed it lower and dragged down his boxer briefs, gasping as his erect cock sprung out, almost slapping my face.
I looked up at him, trying to keep my confidence as his intense eyes stayed fixated on me. I gulped and wrapped my fingers around his cock. I didn't need to be told what to do because as holy and immature as I seemed, I needed porn as much as I needed holy water.
I was a freaking porn addict.
Circling my fingers around his hardened member, I licked his tip lightly before sucking and watched as a large dollop pre-cum shot out.
"Mierda." He cussed as I took his entire length into my mouth. I began sucking and trying to take everything in, he was too fucking large, but all I wanted at the moment was to show him who the boss was. He immediately started moving, gripping my hair with one hand as he fucked my mouth ruthlessly. I kept on sucking, licking, biting as he got closer to his release. Tired of his slowness, I found his balls and squeezed them harshly. He tensed and let out a low growl and I knew he was about to get his release so I got ready as jets of cum shot in my throat. The sound he made as he released into my mouth, it was the sexiest thing I ever heard.
I wanted him to fuck me.
Shit, where did that come from?
I stood up abruptly, wiping my mouth. He had buttoned up, emotionless, like he hadn't just had the most amazing head in his life.
"So?" I asked impatiently.
He smirked, "Nice work, mia cara." He said and turned to leave.
"Nice..! What the hell?!" I screamed, dragging him back roughly. He turned, pissed. Uh oh.
"I have women paid to fuck me, love. Just because I allowed you to wrap that little mouth of yours around my cock doesn't mean I would start worshipping at your feet anytime soon." He snapped, still so cool. And then he softened a tad, "I still have work, dolcezza. You'll have to piss me off later. Be good, will you?" He finalized and pushed a strand of hair back in place, before walking out.
I can't believe I sucked the devil's cock. And man, was it huge.
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"Liam!" I screamed as Liam found it very funny to run around in my bra.
I'm so going to castrate his ass.
"Hello everyone, I'm Frema and I'm a D-cup--" I snatched the bra from him mid sentence and smacked his ass hard.
"Ow!" He whined, earning a laugh from the other boys.
"That was just a beginning, you thot. I'm going to kill you." I snapped, jumping his bones.
The door opened not less than two minutes later and Eron's voice boomed,
"I want him dead, Zach Galifianakis. I want him dead." He finalized and cut the call just as I got down from Liam's hold. He looked between us suspiciously and then started heading upstairs.
"What crawled up his ass and died?" I asked, harshly. Liam looked confused.
"Stay here while I go find out, will you?" He said smiling. I knew better though.
"Go ahead Lee. It's not like you're going to tell me anyways," I said, opening the fridge and getting out some snacks. "I'll keep myself busy here." I said, smiling back at him.
He shook his head and ran upstairs nonetheless. True to my words, I left them alone. Mostly because I fell asleep 11 snacks later.
"...She's a keeper, boss." I heard a voice say.
"Shut up, Xavier," Eron's voice came. "She's just a tool to get to her father. She rejected me once, and I'm not letting that happen again. Her father's a rich fuck. But not for long." He concluded and my jaw dropped as something wet slid down my right cheek.
"You don't have to do this, Eron." Liam's voice came.
"I'll do whatever I want, Liam. Take good care of her for me, will you?" He said and unable to take it anymore, I snapped,
"You spawn of the fucking devil! Do you have any heart, huh? Just this morning you made me suck your infected cock, and now you're talking shit about how you've been using my fucking head all this while! You know what? No need to look after me, I'll die anytime soon too right? Well then just get it over with. End me, Eron Castile." I ended my speech, my chest heaving up and down, my cheeks stained with hot tears.
Hell knows I didn't want to die but if he wanted to do that, it may actually kill my poor dad, eventually killing my mom, so he'd better kill me too.
"Don't fear, mia cara, I may not have interest in you anymore, but I don't plan on killing you. Not anytime soon." He said, wickedly and I ignored how happy I felt at the words.
"You're a devil." I said, in the middle of sobs. His eyes darkened.
"Not to you. I would never. But to every other person, yes. I would kill every living soul on earth if it would make me happy." He said and I swallowed the huge lump in my throat.
"Take me away from him." I said quietly.
"Come with me, Frema." Liam coaxed and picked me up bridal style as we headed out. I couldn't look at him. He was a monster.
Eron Castile was a fucking two faced monster. And I wanted nothing else in the world than to take him down. But how?