Deangelo.
Holy shit. I am so fucking screwed. I’d been staring at my ceiling since I woke up this morning.
I couldn't stop thinking about the yet another encounter with Elena. So many thoughts crashed through my mind. The things that we had done, the way she had stared at me in such intimate position and the things I wanted. I wanted to taste her, to see if she would be as delicious as she was in my dreams.
I started this sex thing with Anna to curb this, to stop my over the top sexual urge, It should have been enough. I was sure that if I just had sex regularly with a female, the wanting would be over, and I’d finally have some peace. But here I was, in my bed, fucking throbbing like I haven’t come in weeks.
This was just sick. What was I, sixteen?
Even after what had just happened between us yesterday, I was hard. Again. And this time was even worse than the seven other times I had woken up this way. This time, It was like I knew what I was missing. Seven days and endless fantasies about someone I had just met. Someone I was sure I didn't even exactly want like that.
Well that wasn’t completely true. I wanted her. I wanted her more than any women I’d ever seen. The big problem was I felt like I shouldn't... I knew I shouldn't. It had some sort of familiarity that scared me. In all my thirty seven years, I had never met someone who made me feel this way like this girl did. Not even my late wife who I love with all of me.
Elena. Just her name made my dick twitch. Fucking traitor. I stared down at my cock. He was the one that got me into this mess to begin with. I rubbed my hands across my face and sat up. What the fuck was I going to do? God, why do I feel this strongly for this person? What was she? Why does she have the sort of strobg hold over me? Was this even normal?
I couldn't help but think back to our encounter last night, for the ninety seventh time.
Even while anna was riding my dick in the most beautiful manner I could smell her before I even saw her at thenentrance of my study. She smelled like temptation. She smelled soft, and untouched — like flowers, or fucking candy. She’s so damn young. So barely appropriate. Fuck, I bet her pussy tastes like heaven.
She looked so fucking innocent in that little printed shorts with the little pink flowers, her long red hair cascading over one shoulder, and those long, slim legs pressed so tight together. I can promise, they were not tight enough that I couldn’t pry them apart at that moment if I wanted to. They wouldn’t be so clenched if I were to run my tongue up those smooth calves, push her knees apart, and lick my way up between her legs until her sweet little pussy was leaking through her panties.
It was like throwing meat to the lions. My eyes locked onto her eyes as I banged the insides of Anna, and then, my eyes moved to those bare shoulders, at that sweet exposed skin in the sleeveless little top she was in. I wanted to lick every inch of that sweet, soft body. Fuck, I wanted to push that shorts to the side of her ass, bend her over, and let her feel every inch of my thick cock right there and then.
I didn’t care about anything else; where we were, who we were, what she had caught me doing or how we felt about each other. Never in my life had I felt such raw sexual chemistry with anyone. When we were together like this, nothing else mattered, I was overtaken by animalistic lust and it was starting to get clearer that she was obviously the only thing that could tame it.
When I looked into her eyes and saw how she was aroused and started to touch herself only to stop quickly, I couldn't take it as it sent me over the edge and soon I was coming into Anna's warm mouth.
As soon as Anna left without questions nor wasting any time, I barely managed to restrain myself from pouncing on the girl a few feet away from me so I beckoned to her just before she could take off, and the moment she was close to me, I was powerless to stop my hands from moving to those shoulders. My cock lurched at the first contact of my large hands on her soft, warm, supple skin.
My fingers traced the straps of her pyjamas, and my cock strained at the pants binding it down. So many emotions were running through my mind. At that moment, there was nothing in this world I wanted more than to bury myself in her.
But then, she started to tremble at my touch, like she was scared. I forced myself not to grab her so hard, and take a breath as I felt the heat pulsing through that supple skin. I took a breath, feeling my blood roar like a lion as I calmed the need to pull her around, crush my mouth to hers and claim her as my own immediately.
Even though I had managed to stop myself so as not to scare her further, as soon as she left. I panicked. That was the emotion that gripped me as I all but walked back onto the chair behind my desk. I just couldn't believe that I let myself slip again.
Being alone with her in anywhere at all; her smell, her sounds, her touch; had me once again under her power. Sure, I may have seemed calm and collected on the outside, even smug and in control, but every part of me was unraveling. This woman had a hold on me unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
Finally alone in the relative safety of my study, I had collapsed on the leather sofa. Leaning forward, with my elbows on my knees, I gripped my hair tightly, willing myself to calm and my erection to subside.
Looking back at the ceiling of my room, “Fuck!” I exclaimed. Things were going from bad to worse, and I knew it.
I rushed off my bed as I got into the bathroom to take a quick shower, scrubbing myself roughly as if to remove any trace of her that remained after last night. Rid myself of this gorgeous demon that had taken hold of my will. Every day she had more power over me. She always appeared so prim and proper, but her body haunted my dreams. Her long red hair, piled up on her head, her fucking haunting eyes, her face, her lips, her body. The way she dressed, the way she walked. Stealing my resolve, bit by bit, every day.
Red-hot anger had surged through me. This is going to stop, this had to stop. Deangelo Ferrari did not act like this.
Women threw themselves at me. I never chased anyone. Ever. I could have any woman I wanted, and I usually did. But I certainly did not fuck around in my pack or amongst my employees The last thing I needed was some clingy woman ruining everything. I couldn’t allow her to have this control over me. Everything was so much better before I knew this lady.
I would not allow this happen again, I needed to get her out of my head one way or the other. I am Deangelo Ferrari, the dangerous alpha of the Ferrari pack, I can't be seen being so whipped by some little girl from nowhere. I owe the loyalty of my heart to my late wife and my children.
Soon enough, everything started to look like I was simply chanting to myself as a way to convince myself, because if anything at all, that little redhead girl was still imprinted in my mind. Without permission.