C8 Dirty affairs

I was indoor in my house, feeling heartbroken. I remember my former lifestyle with Robert. The thought of February 13 replayed in my head. And I just shut tight my eyes.

Throw back,

February 13,

Las Vegas

Three hard knock on the door broke the silence and makes my mood to change. "Come on bitch, Robert want you in his room."

That was Nicholas, a messenger to Robert, the next Don of the new York Mafia. He's always acting like some kind of superhero. "Robert want me in his room? OMG!" I squealed as my hands find their place on my head.

"My pussy will definitely get sore tonight." I mumbled sliding over my body a sexy lingerie which was red in colour. Robert had always Love red and I'd better put that on.

Well, my name is Angela, and..."come on slut! What the fucking are you doing in there?" Nicholas harsh voice comes resounding in my room. "Fucking your dick!" I yelled back at him losing my patience.

I found myself sprinting towards the door, I yanked it opened. Coming eyes to eyes with him. His face wasn't smiling at all. "You dare to raise your hand?" I whined rolling my eyes at him as I walked past him, swaying my backside.

I'm pretty sure the idiot have a crush on my pussy but he dare not pull his cock unless he want it to be chopped off by done Russian dogs.

My name is Angela, Angela Trump. I have no idea about my parents. I was only shown the video of my father sprawling in his pool of blood with splattered brain. I vowed upon watching the video that I'd be the one to pull the fucking trigger on the motherfucker that killed my parents.

A sigh eluded my lips as I stopped in front of the door where I'm gonna be pound and grind. Leg raises up, hands tied behind my back, vibrator machine and a lot of all kind. I knocked at the door. "Come in bitch."

Yanking it open, my gaze fell on his hard erected dick. This is so funny, he was engrossed with his phone and I know what's going on instantly. "Watching porn." I guess, he loves watching porn, he loves to masturbate and at the end of everything I'd be the one receiving the rough and merciless judgement.

"Are you just going to stand there and watch?" He uttered with a dark grin on his face, he wasn't staring at me rather he was pulling off his trousers.

I strides towards him, catwalking. At the moment, he was staring at me with half closed eyes. My fingers twirling around my v-line. I stick my tongue out, licking the lower if my lips. He smirked at that and I gloated.

"How about a game girl?" With the read and grin on his face I could guess well that the game will be smashing scrotum. His face were unreadable. What else could it be? If the worst then my death.

"No master," My trembling voice manage to echoed around the room. He takes his back off the bed dashboard, taking his thumb below my chin, raising it up within a blink. "Fine, if you said no." "Get back to work bitch!" He snapped rolling his eyes over me.

"Come closer ." He whispered and I crawled to him such that our lips were few inches away from each other, I could feel the warmness of his hard breath fanning against my face.

His thumb finding it way to my mouth, he parted my lips apart, slipped his thumb inside. I sucked on it with the whole of my body and strength. Letting out some silent moan. He slipped it out and in, each time deeper than from the start.

His other hand find it way to his ground as he lowered his underwear and hit his hard cock out, closing a fist around the shaft. He stroked it at fast pace and my sensitive spot were already vibrating.

"On your knee."He ordered without hesitating for a bit, my knees already find their ways on the floor. He was standing while I was kneeling before him, he leaned forward, landing some slaps across my cheeks. He bring his cock closer to my face and pressed it hard against my lip and nose.

I hummed, biting my lower lip as I have my eyes crossed trying to steal a peep. He slapped my lips with his hot red-headed cock and I almost go into coma.

With his thumb, he pushed my chin down and parted my lips for him. His aura changed and I feel tensed. I can't say if I should be scared or excited. My fingers keep twirling around my hotspot, I let go of his cock after I almost choked, peering straight into his eyes while I coughed out.

I swallowed the mouthful of spits in my mouth down to my belly, belching. His stares were scaring and I feel like shrinking into the earth below me. "Suck!" I giggled at his words, sticking out my tongues. He grabbed me on my neck, his grips tighter.

As if that wasn't enough, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking it while I screamed out in pleasure. "Say some naughty words bitch!" I almost gloated at his commands but resist the urge. He slides his gigantic cock inside my mouth, fucking deeper down to my throat.

He never let go of is grips on my neck. He thrust faster than I could have imagined. He groaned and grunted as he let his head back. Probably enjoying me choking to death or gasping for breath, either of the two.

"OMG!" I mumbled inwardly. I'm choking, I need to breath, I tapped his thighs to notify him that I may pass out if he doesn't withdraw rather for him to said or do something. He gave a devilish smirk, thrusting deeper, faster, when I almost passed out, he pulled out.

I was gasping for breath with my hand tightly wrapped around my throat. I watched him walked over to the other side of the room. "Close your eyes girl." I had no choice but to shut tight my eyes. I sensed him walking towards me, he stopped behind me and suddenly something was wrapped around my neck.

He dragged me around by the stuff around my neck to a spot. My eyes fluttered open when I heard him say something. I was in front of a mirror, starring at my reflection, my trembling fingers trailing around the collar around my neck.

I raised my eyes slowly rolling at his reflection. My mouth parted open as all I could see was a long chain in his hand.

He placed the chain around my neck and extend it all the way to the wall, locking there with a loud clasp. Hot steamy tears dropped down my eyes. Staring at his face a delicious smirk appeared on the corner of his cheeks.

I crossed my eyes, he walked off with his naked body, one thing was sure about this; his coming back won't be good. I may end up being buried today.