Chapter 83 Nadia Beats Sofia1
NADIA
"Ah yes, you were my brother's whore," said Sofia, then let out an incredibly irritating laugh.
This bleached-blonde bitch isn't afraid of death, that's the only explanation.
But what surprised me was the way Dean defended me to that little slut; let's just say I loved the menacing look he gave his sister.
"What are you going to do, brother?" the wretched woman said, challenging her brother, who was consumed by rage.
"Are you going to hit me for that little whore?"
Then I saw in Dean's face that he was tempted to give that bitch a few slaps, but before he could say yes, I cut him off.
"No, he won't," I said, already clenching my right hand into a fist.
"But I will!"
And then, in the blink of an eye, I went after the dog.
But don't think I pulled her hair or gave her a few slaps on that silly face, because now I thought that, I'll be happy to describe a real beating.
First I landed a solid punch on her nose, which made her fall off her chair, and after seeing that upturned nose bleeding and visibly broken, I smirked as I watched the bitch's eyes widen in terror.
Then I climbed on top of her and punched her in the face twice more, one punch in the mouth and the other in the right cheek.
Soon after, I heard her mother and my boyfriend screaming desperately for me to stop.
But did I stop? Of course not.
So I held her dyed hair with both hands and stood her up in front of me.
"Are you enjoying the beating, bitch?" I spat the words in her face.
"Go to hell, you crazy whore!" she yelled, showing that she was missing a tooth.
"That's so you learn not to mess with me again!" I exclaimed, pulling her hair back, and after putting all my strength into my right knee, I propelled her forward, hitting her in the stomach.
Ahh! - The bitch screamed in pain and distress as she curled up in a fetal position on the ground.
I smiled at the sight of the bloodied bitch as I prepared to kick her in the ribs, but I was stopped by a strong grip on my right arm.
"That's enough, Nadia," Dean whispered in my ear.
"No, that whore needs more beatings!" I exclaimed, trying to get out of Dean's grip.
"Nadia, you're out of control," he murmured worriedly.
"Look around you."
And then I looked up and saw the terror etched on the face of everyone present in that room, except for Dean, who looked at me with understanding.
"Let's get out of here," he murmured, easing the grip.
Okay. - I murmured, letting Dean lead me away from that mess.
"Damn, I went too far." I thought, feeling a little regretful, but only a little.
Because if there's anyone to blame in this story, it's definitely that little slut, who provoked me without thinking about the consequences.
I had already gotten into several fights in high school, and most of them were because resentful girls called me a slut or worse.
And thinking about it, that was my trigger.
I could tolerate gossip, dirty looks, or even a few slaps.
But I wouldn't accept being called any name that implied I was a slut.
Because what I hated most was the fucking prejudice of a sexist society.
Because when a man sleeps with a hundred women, he's labeled a stud or a womanizer.
But when a woman decides to sleep with more than one guy, she's called a slut, a whore, or worse names.
As a result, women place limits on their sexual desires and refuse to explore their own wants.
That's why my motto is: " Don't stop until you feel satisfied or find someone who makes you feel that way. "
"Are you calmer now?" Dean asked after we got into his car.
Yes, I am. - I replied.
"I have to say, I never thought you'd fight like that," Dean said, flashing an amused smile.
"I don't think your sister does either," I said, smiling slightly as I remembered her startled expression.
"Remind me never to argue with you," Dean said as he started the car with a playful smile on his lips.
You can leave it to me. - I said, placing my hand on his thigh.
"I needed to feel it."
DEAN
Nadia placed her hand on my thigh and began to caress it innocently, but I knew she was teasing me.
Then, I felt her place her hand between my thighs and move it up towards my semi-erect cock
Nadia! I warned her.
If you keep doing this, I'm going to put you in the back seat.
I spoke, hoping she would stop, but instead she smiled and squeezed my cock, which immediately became hard.
Hmm. - I groaned as she massaged my covered cock.
"Do you want me to stop?" Nadia asked, teasing me with her indiscreet hand.
"What do you want?" I replied with another question.
"Honestly?" she asked, and I nodded.
"I want you to fuck me right here and now," she said, squeezing my cock and biting her lower lip.
"And why would I do that?" I asked, challenging her.
"Because I'm dying to feel my hot boyfriend inside me," she replied, flashing a mischievous smile.
You convinced me. - I said, stopping the car in a dark alley.
Then I looked at my excited girlfriend, held her waist, and placed her on my lap with her legs apart.
"Do you get like this every time a fight ends?" I asked after placing my fingers on her wet pussy.
"No, I get like this every time I'm alone with you," she replied, gazing at me with eyes full of passion.
Then I moved closer to her mouth and, after gesturing "I love you" with my lips, I kissed her passionately.
She moaned as I mercilessly bit her lips and gave her possessive hickeys on her neck.
"You're mine," I said, pulling her breasts out of the neckline of her dress and then sucking on them forcefully.
"Say it!"
"I'm yours," Nadia replied breathlessly after I slipped a finger into her wet pussy.
"So ready," I said, pulling my cock out of my pants, and after tearing her panties, I penetrated her all at once.
Ahhh! - She moaned ecstatically.
We were made for each other.
NADIA
"We were made for each other," Dean said after penetrating me with a single thrust.
"What did he mean by that?" I thought, feeling my heart race with a thousand and one possibilities.
But they all vanished as soon as I felt him move inside me.
Hmm... - I moaned, now writhing against his cock.
That's it... Like that... - Dean groaned as he held my waist and stared at me with those mesmerizing blue eyes.
Dean! - I exclaimed, feeling him masturbate my clit with one of his fingers. - Don't stop!
He continued masturbating me while I bounced faster and moaned in his ear.
"Cum for me, my Nadia," Dean said breathlessly, then pressed my clit hard.
Ahhh! - I exclaimed, feeling the orgasm completely take over my body.
My inner walls tightened around Dean's cock with desire, and soon I felt him fill me with his hot cum while he screamed my name.
Nadia! - He exclaimed, and we both leaned on each other, completely exhausted.
"That was really good," I murmured, still sitting on his lap with him inside me.
"It was more than good," Dean said as he stroked my hair.
Uh-huh. - I said, feeling my eyelids close.
"No!" I exclaimed mentally, refusing to sleep now.
"I want to ask you something," I murmured, feeling my heart race with anxiety.
"You can speak, my Love," he said, still stroking my hair.
"What did you mean by 'We were made for each other'?" I asked, biting my lower lip nervously.
"Well..." Dean said thoughtfully.
"I don't know if I meant anything by that."
"Hmm..." I murmured, disappointed.
"But what did I want? A declaration of love followed by a marriage proposal..."
"No!" I exclaimed, pushing away those improbable thoughts.
"What happened?" Dean asked, worried.
Nothing, it's just that... - I said, trying to find some excuse.
What time is it?
Dean looked at his wristwatch and after thinking for a moment, he began to smile.
It's 12:30 am - He replied, still smiling suspiciously.
"What was that?" I asked, smiling along with him.
"Well, it's just that today marks our one-month anniversary..." he said, thinking about something.
"I know, so what?" I asked, wanting to know what he was planning.
"Have you ever been to Caribbean?" he asked, and I raised an eyebrow, somewhat confused by the completely irrelevant question.
"No," I replied. "Why?"
"Wait a minute..." he said as he took his phone out of his pants pocket and dialed a number.
"What is he up to?" I thought, visibly curious.
"Hello, Travis?" Dean asked after a male voice answered.
"I need my private jet ready to travel in two hours."
"Yeah... Three days," he said while the guy on the other line spoke.
"I'll tell you the destination as soon as I get there."
Okay, bye. - Dean hung up the phone, and after I sat down in the passenger seat, he started the car.
"Where are we going?" I asked, no longer able to contain my curiosity.
"You'll know when we get there," he replied, smiling slightly.
"Tell me!" I exclaimed, insisting.
"It's a surprise, and if you insist, I'll sell you my eyes." He said seriously.
"Damn it," I muttered sulkily, and he smiled.
"I love you," he said, resting his hand on my thigh.
"Me too," I said, placing my hand on his, indignant at the persuasive power this man possesses.
"Damn, what a hot and convincing boyfriend."