Chapter 47 MEET MY SISTER-IN-LAW
Warning: SMUT AHEAD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK OR PLEASURE.
Spank!
His hand sank into the whore’s bare ass.
“Fvck,” she moaned, shuddering as his cock rolled against her slick pussy, teasing her, denying her.
“Beg, señorita,” he whispered against her ear, and her legs wobbled with need.
“Fvck me, Lord… till I scream my head out,” she gasped, the words muffled, soaked in raw want.
He pulled her back against him, gripping her G-cup breasts, squeezing slowly as her lips parted in helpless ecstasy. His length pressed hard against her from behind, a horniness that made her tremble.
He pinched her nipples... hot, tight, aching: drawing a broken sound from her throat while his cock stayed right behind her ass poking, torturing her with closeness.
“Ahh...mmh…”
Kalton’s hands dug into the naked woman’s pelvis as he slammed into her relentlessly.
“Nnh-aaah!” she moaned, her legs locked around his waist, pupils rolling back in ecstasy.
“Fvck,” he groaned, thrusting harder, through teeth clenched.
“I’m gonna cum!” she cried. "Pull out"
“Hold it,” Kalton snarled, pounding into her until the bed squeaked violently beneath them. He buried his face between her breasts, sucking and biting, teasing her the way to her swollen nipples until her screams filled the room.
“Mnh....ahhh!” Her nails raked down his back, digging into his flesh.
“Pull out,” she begged weakly.
Kalton pushed deeper instead, hitting her womb. Her body shook uncontrollably.
SPLASH.
He pulled out at the last second. Her release spilled messily over the sheets. Kalton stared at the slick, white-stained mess with satisfaction. Her pussy slid apart all rosy.
She lay there, her chest rising and falling, licking her lips.
Kalton’s smirk widened. “Spread wider,” he ordered, and the whore obeyed.
Her release dripped down, and he couldn’t help the smile that curved his lips. He lowered his head, his tongue sliding over her clit.
She trembled at the contact, her head tilting back, elbows sinking into the soft mattress.
He worked his tongue slowly, deliberately, licking her clit and tasting every trace of her pussy.
His hands wrapped around her thighs, stroking them gently before forcing them farther apart. Her mouth fell open in raw pleasure.
He withdrew his tongue and replaced it with his fingers, thrusting in and out of her soaked cunt.
She grabbed his wrist, pushing his finger deeper as drool slipped from her lips. Her body shook beneath him, and Kalton growled, enjoying her desperation and boldness.
He pushed in three more fingers.
“Aah—nnh,” she moaned, trying and failing to muffle the screams clawing their way out of her lungs.
He pulled out, she inhaled sharply staring down as Kalton's cock. Then she sat up, tying her hair into a ponytail.
Kalton watched, amused. He was going to enjoy this part.
She wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking until a groan tore from his throat. She lowered her mouth, teasing the tip with her tongue, sucking slowly.
He shoved her head deeper without mercy. He didn’t care if she choked.
His release came fast. She pulled out but...
“Swallow it,” he ordered.
She hesitated, but knowing who he was; he wouldn't mind putting his pretty bullet into her skull, she swallowed, defeated. When he was done, she pulled away, her lips still glossy with his cum
“Get out,” Kalton said flatly.
She grabbed her dress and rushed out naked.
Moments later, his assistant stepped in.
“Good news?” Kalton asked lazily.
“Your brother was displeased with the damage you caused to his company,” she said. “He sent word to your father.”
Kalton laughed, low and satisfied. He could already imagine his brother’s rage, the bulging veins, the clenched fists.
Delicious.
He stood, unbothered by his nakedness, his cock still dangling freely. Greta’s eyes dropped there instantly.
She licked her lower lip before she could stop herself.
Truth was: she envied the women who got to fck him. She also wanted a taste.
Kalton peeled off the condom tucked on his cock and tossed it into the bin.
“So,” he asked, “has he been seeing anyone?”
Greta froze, still dazed.
“Greta,” he called sharply.
She snapped back to reality, gripping the folder tightly. Her panties were soaked beyond changing now.
“Yes,” she said quickly. “He’s been seen with a woman. Entertainment industry Number one right now: Erica DeLuca.”
Kalton groaned, displeased. “Get to the point. Is she hot? Fvck-abel”
Greta stepped closer and handed him the photos.
Kalton’s eyes darkened as he studied them. Bikini shots. Full breasts barely restrained by her thin fabric bra. A scandalous G-string pants tied with a scarf around her waist.
He licked his lips.
“My brother does have taste.”
She was undeniably beautiful: soft features, delicate face, lethal charm.
Greta’s stomach twisted with jealousy. The way he stared at Erica like a prize made her furious.
“Anything else?” Kalton asked.
Greta hesitated.
“Her assistant was involved in an accident,” she said quietly. “In a coma. Also, our men were killed, bodies still unknown whereabouts. Her car was last seen leaving the scene.”
Kalton stiffened.
The blurry photo showed Erica driving… a teenage girl beside her.
And Aaron holding a gun.
Kalton chuckled darkly. His brother killed his men for a woman?
Interesting.
“The trafficking center,” Kalton said slowly. “Did the girl escape?”
“Yes,” Greta answered. “She hasn’t been found.”
Kalton smiled.
From the photo alone, he knew Erica had saved the girl.
He wanted to see what she would do next.
“Lower security,” he ordered casually. “Let her find where the kids are.”
Greta’s lashes trembled. “That’s dangerous—”
Kalton shot her a glare that made her hands shake.
“Did inlet you speak? Besides who said I want distance?” he said softly.
His hand slid down his body, stroking his cock lazily.
Greta’s lips parted. Her thighs clenched.
“I want to meet my future sister-in-law,” Kalton continued, smirking.
“Let’s see how far my brother is willing to go for her.”