Crossed Desires

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one, and I didn't have the time to look for anyone else. Carla, well... to be honest, she wasn't b

'm on my way

se something inside me told

waiting for yo

ked incredibly sexy, walking toward me with her hips swaying. Without hesitation, she pulled off my tie, then my shirt, and that drove

ling... did

me? It wasn't bad, but definitely not enough to miss her. I honestly believe this woman has ser

, Carla. I don't mis

loser in a playful at

such a bitter

d the bush. I'd rather people say that about me than think I'm a liar. Seconds later, she unzipped her dress, let

he chair. In a rush, I unbuttoned my pants, pulled them down along with my boxers, grabbed a condom from the side table in the living room, put it on quickly, and entered her without the slig

y own satisfaction, pounding into her over and over again, sweating profusely as I fucked her with all the force my nature demanded. Finally, after countless thrusts, I climaxed-and I think she did too. After a mome

rward and backward in quick motions, and it felt incredible. My pulse raced at her movements-she rode me l

ack. I asked if she wanted lube, but she shook her head, refusing. Fine- not my problem,

mplained a little, but I didn't care. I admit it-I'm a selfish bastard. I only care about my own pleasure, but th

ter several brutal strokes, I finally climaxed again. Not bad at all. Thi

w seconds, she caught her breath and leaned in, trying

go. I have an appointment with som

athering her clothes fr

y, I brought my

essing whil

I'm going to take a shower," I s

her jacket. I sprayed some cologne, looked at myself in the full

ed with me. I opened the door, expecting Miguel. But it wasn't him. The man standi

?" I said, annoyed that

ing here? I'm your father-I can

ther gave him the

I don't have the time or the patience

es he still think I'm a

lize you need to leave behind this life of alcohol and women. I want

accept that this is who I am, that I'm happy this way, and I don't care about anyt

any you forced me to take over. What

e me because I hate

hat," he said. "You forge

rget who he is? The man who made my entire life, and my m

leave," I demanded, already fed

to see you. Or did you forge

a son? When I was a ch

t of this now? I see you ever

tions made

ause I've been sick. And you ha

I shou

your deathbed, I

but he couldn't expect

er to you? I'm you

y father. Unfortunate

ove, Francia...."Just like I didn't matter to you when I was a child, waiting for you all alone... and just li

pretended to be a good