Chapter 320 - We Are Insatiable - mdfour
Roland
I looked at Daniel.
"In Hannibal." They understood. "In our children, in my wife, in the projects we have, in the companies. I was thinking about everything."
"The companies are covered, everything is going well." I looked at Rata.
"Call Zombie, tell him to travel as soon as possible." He and Arinka settled in Colombia and work for us in the consortium.
"Yes, sir."
"Guys, I want to go warm up with my wife, see you at nine, and be ready to work." I said.
"Alright, see you tonight!" said Cereza.
"Yeah, let's stop getting our asses wet for fun!"
Each of us spurred our horses and we began the gallop back to our homes. I couldn't wait to be there, under the sheets of my bed, with my delicious naked wife, sucking me off.
Despite the damn cold that had seeped into my bones, just thinking about how tasty Veronica was got me hard. As soon as I get there, that's the first thing I'm going to do, satisfy my desire for my wife. Tonight, I don't know how they'll react, I hope they accept my new vision.
They will be free to choose whether or not they want to belong to an organization operating in the shadows, to become sentinels. It took a lot to convince Any to be the visible face of this new network. Of all our achievements, she will be the one to take credit.
We do not exist. She wanted us to take down the cartels, the mafia, and the drugs. I told her that was her job; we will only go after those who have no hope of being rescued. Now I have children, and I don't want to even think about anything happening to them.
That operation where we rescued so many children... I saw what they do to them. If I'm a damned monster, then what are they? It has never crossed my mind to kill a child's dreams.
I see mine messing around the house, hearing their laughter, watching Victoria keep them in line, listening to how Liam keeps improving at the piano, discovering how much Dante loves the countryside and his natural leadership, and how sacred my afternoons with Enrique designing were to me.
I will be the voice of those children who were kidnapped, raped. I will take justice into my own hands if I see that they are not just with the sentences. The rapists will think twice, because whether it's an individual, a group, a cartel, or a mafia trafficking children, they will enter my game. Those bastards, I will screw them over, and by God, I will wipe my ass with them.
I hope my team joins in and we start checkmating every criminal who wants to mess with a child. That will mean putting in our part; I long to start scoring points in my favor for the day of my final judgment.
There came a moment when we started to separate, each taking their horse in the direction of their ranch. I felt a thrill seeing Veronica looking out the window. This woman was my everything, and this afternoon I will send the kids away because I just want to fuck my wife.
I smiled just imagining what I would do to her now. If there's something I should be thankful for, it's that she turned out to be more perverse. If I didn't know that only my dick had entered those three available pleasure holes, I would say she was a pervert. She took the role of slut very seriously. Every time she does it, she sends me to heaven!
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Veronica
The afternoon was horrible with this torrential downpour. The kids got scared as soon as they heard the first thunder. They climbed into our bed and fell asleep. In a few weeks, they turn four.
They looked so big and beautiful. A while ago, I heard a car, and it was the two trucks from the farm. Jacinto drives one, which he always uses for work and errands related to purchasing supplies and veterinary medicines for my clinic. I didn't see who was driving the other truck.
My husband's stubborn head went straight for Ocean; he's happy with his new toy, a spotted horse, white with big brown patches, they're divine. I can't complain about my mare, it was my birthday present last year, and I named her Beach.
The thunder and lightning continued to fall. Since I moved to Blanco, it hadn't rained like this. It was undoubtedly a strong electrical storm. Jacinto arrived half an hour ago, but there's no sign of Roland... I saw him enter through the gate. I grabbed two towels and ran down the stairs like a madwoman, waiting for him at the kitchen entrance. When he arrived, Ines was preparing a hot drink.
"The panela water with lemon will help so he doesn't catch a cold. I already texted everyone to give the same to my kids. They've been out in the rain for over an hour."
I kissed her. Her tumor keeps progressing, slowly but surely. The good thing is we monitor it every three months, and the medication has slowed its growth; this gives Inés a bit more time.
She even jokes about it, saying she'll die of anything but the lumps growing in her brain. Roland came in shivering from the cold, looking so perfect. No matter the situation, Roland Sandoval was all man and he was mine.
When he saw me, he pouted, looking so adorable doing it. Who would have thought? A cowboy looking so tempting all soaked…
"You're so gorgeous, my ass even trembles!"
And that was the end of my romanticism. I rolled my eyes. We've been married for seven years and I still can't get used to the idea that such comments always come out of his mouth. I can't imagine what he thinks.
"But you love it when he has you in certain positions," my perverted voice emerged. It wasn't the voice of reason, no, it was the dirty, perverted, and lustful voice that had developed over the years. And I must admit, once I let it take control, my husband enjoys that version of Veronica the most. I covered him with towels, and Inés handed him a mug of hot tea.
"Thanks, my dear."
"I'm going to rest now. Get under the blankets, change your clothes."
"I need to warm up another way."
The cheeky man whispered in my ear, his mouth hot from the drink. When he ran his tongue behind my ear, my nipples hardened.
"You're already mine."
The rascal ran his hand over my breasts. He turned me around, picked me up, my legs clinging to his waist, and started walking with me clinging to him. We left the kitchen.
"Roland, the kids…" he bit my nipple gently, making me moan.
"Beautiful, I only have one thing on my mind, and that's to put my cock in your three delicious, appetizing holes." I pulled his hair, separating him from my breast. When he looked at me, he was smiling.
"No matter what you say, you're a pervert, and what I just said, darling, must have made your sweet pussy wet."
I wish I could contradict him, but the scoundrel knows how to turn me on. We kissed, he carried me up the stairs. When we reached our bedroom door,
"Honey, the kids…"
This time he silenced me with a demanding kiss, his tongue dominating mine. One hand grabbed my buttocks, and the other went to my neck, applying pressure. He'll be disappointed when he sees our bed invaded. He started rubbing his deliciously hard cock. He pulled away and before putting me on the bed, he noticed.
"I didn't get to tell you, the thunder scared them, and they fell asleep half an hour ago." His look was one of frustration.
"Beautiful, what am I going to do with this?"
His hands pressed harder against my crotch, rubbing harder. We smiled at each other.
"In the bathroom, besides, you're wet."
"With them here, you can't scream."
Without putting me down, we entered, he locked the door. Dante or Enrique could come in without knocking. He put me aside while he took off his wet clothes, not taking his eyes off mine. I imitated him, heading to the shower.
"Where are you going?" he pointed to his erect member, and I couldn't help but lick my lips. "Don't do that," he devoured my mouth. "You don't know how much I love that gesture; it's like you see me as a lollipop and suck it the same way, beautiful."
I love Roland's body. He exercises every day; he said they put a gym in the station. His thirty-five years looked great on him. We started kissing.
My hand caressed his abdomen, slowly moving down until I fell to my knees. I delighted in caressing, kissing, licking, and devouring that delicious piece of meat. I must be doing something right because my husband loves what I do. Taking him as deep as I can while caressing his balls is a surefire way to make him come quickly.
"You're such a cheat, Veronica."
"We don't have time, and you know it. The kids could wake up any moment."
He picked me up, and under the water, Roland started caressing me. He had already come; I love his taste, but he's a three-round man and has trained my body well. He always claims three orgasms. While kissing my back, he slowly caressed my breast, torturing me with the desire for him to touch my crotch. He knows it and doesn't grant me the pleasure, he tortures me.
"Please, love."
"Just close your eyes, Veronica."