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My body has bombs of heat and gets waves of excitement. With my mind’s eyes I’m having her. Her body is under mine and I war her and her mouth, her neck, her everything. I attack her body all over with unmet pleasures.
If Malcom would know that I haven’t consumed my marriage with her, he would take her instantly. He’s always in competition with me and what I like he likes too. We do have same tastes and behavior since we were kids.
After she gave me the gun, she turned around with her pear-shaped waist and ass. Yeah, she has that hourglass structure. Her waist is small like the upper part of a pear and goes to her ass like to the bottom of a pear. She’s so sexy and so fuckable. I don’t know how she managed with that body to keep away men and continue to be a virgin. Untouched. I have electric shocks on my mind, heart and manhood. I think my chest has cut breaths; my feet can’t move. I just stay there with the gun in my right hand pointed down and can’t take my eyes off her. I don’t see anyone around me, just her, though there are around 300 people on the field.
She takes the phone from mom and whispers something into her ear. Mom nods and smiles. Selena starts to the hotel direction.
“Eric?” Can’t hear. “Eric?” No. “Eric!” That’s one of the elders at the jury’s table.
“What?” I manage to move my sight to him.
“This trial is over. You’re the winner. You don’t need to shoot anymore. After what your wife did, there’s no reason to continue. Everyone stops now! Eric and Selena won!” he says to all the shooters and the crowd. Shootings stop. Judges stand up and go one by one. The other competitors put their guns on their tables and on to their families.
“Right.” I say. I’ll fuck her now. Wait for me baby. Don’t think that you can tease me and then walk away. Not happening.
“Eric?” That’s Mario Shipot. One of the main judges. He’s around 65 years old. Filthy rich, but we are over him in wealth. Mario is one of the deadliest Mafia guys since his youth. You don’t want to upset the guy. Anyway, I’m deadlier than him, so he fears me. I’m no leader for nothing. I can fight 30 men alone and stay on my feet with minimal injuries. That strong and skilled I am.
“Yes Mario.” I take a leader stance though I’m heated up for my Angel.
“You are one lucky bastard.” He slowly strokes my left shoulder and has the face of a smiling devil. “If I would have been younger, I would have kidnapped that wife of yours and made her mine.” He laughs with a low devilish tone. “She deserves to rule the families with you. That woman is born to be a leader. I’ve got my intel on her. She’s the whole package.” He leans to my right ear now and whispers. “Be careful of the Solstad family. Jason hasn’t arrived yet and participated in the shooting competition with a reason. He wants you in the arena only or something else.” And he smiles at me with same devil face and walks away.
“Man! That was… Ouch! My head was shot, my heart was shot, and my dick was too. I’m dead!” Malcom looks at the target shot by Selena. He’s flushed with excitement and his eyes twinkle matched with a smirk.
“Malcom?” he locks those fucker eyes with mine. I punch that draconic face for my wife. He’s on the ground laughing, like I do when Selena hits me.
“Chill man! You can’t blame me for that! I can’t help it.” he stands up laughing in tears.
“Know your limits Malcom. She’s mine. You don’t want me to kill you over this.” I know I have a mix of a pissed lion and bull stare at him to penetrate him. I give him my back as I go after my baby who’s going to have it today. That’s final! I’ve waited enough. She’s better now. Today is the day. Sorry baby.
Justin comes to me while I walk. “She’s going to the room. She was speaking with her dad on the phone. Jason arrived with his sister Donna. They are checking in as we speak.”
“Give me what I’ve asked of you.” Justin gives me a small gift red velvet bag.
“It’s how you requested it. Latest collection. It was 50 million. The rarest diamond. Yours has it with small ones around. The finest ones.” I leave him behind me, and I can’t wait to reach the room.
When I reach the room, Selena is nowhere to see. Rick was at the door when I entered, so she couldn’t have left. I go for the bedroom. My Angel is on the bed curled under the sheets. She’s having shivers again. What happened? She was fine a moment ago. Baby?
“Baby? What’s the matter?” I go to her side of the bed. She has her eyes closed.
“Nothing. I need to rest for a moment. That jerk doesn’t cease in pissing me off. I hate when men do that. No limits. No respect. No nothing. If I would want attention, I wouldn’t have been pissed, but as long as I don’t and want to be left alone, I’m nuts over it. I wanted to move my gun to him and kill him for real and then shoot you too. You don’t want to know the strength I had not to do it to both of you.” she’s trembling with her eyes closed. My baby….
I take her from the bed and in my arms. I’m on the bed now and her on my lap bridal style. She’s trembling hard. “Stop it Eric! Let go of me!” she kicks me but she’s weak again and pale.
“Baby, I want to give you something. Stop.” I take the gift bag from my pocket.
“I don’t want anything! Let me go!” She’s fidgeting.
I kiss that verbally running mouth of hers. Can’t help it. She pulls my hair again to take me off her. When I break the kiss, we stare into each other’s eyes. She’s hyperventilating again.
“I hate you Eric. I really do. Not playing. It’s pure hate.” Her eyes match her words, but she has her hands around my neck with her fingers squeezing my hair.
“I feel for you everything you said just that instead of the word ‘hate’ it’s ‘love’ and ‘Eric’ becomes ‘Selena’. That’s my reply to you.” I kiss her neck and then her soft as a rose petal ear, her cheek, her forehead, her nose, her lips, in slow movements.
“Eric?” she’s having a labored breath.
“Yeah?” I stare at her lips.
“Do you have the gun on you?” still breathing like that.
“No. Why?” I don’t have it.
“I want to shoot you. Can I?” I look into her eyes. Icy shots. Fire burns me.
“You can do whatever you want baby. I’m yours. The fuck I care.” I take her on the bed and kiss the hell out of her. She’s feisty on me again.
After I don’t know how long, as I lose track on time with her, she gets so cold and trembles bad, I let her go. She’s with her back at me on the bed and I’m having her in my arms to get her warm. I’m spooned on her and with my left leg on her. She falls asleep when she feels my warmth on her back and ceases in being aggressive on me.
I let her be in a deep sleep and then take out the rings from the bag. I put hers on her finger and then mine. I don’t know how she’s going to react when she’ll wake up and see them. I kiss her hand and fingers. It’s a ring fitted for my Empress. The rarest model as she’s a rarest Empress.
Anticipation of what’s next, the moment she’ll open her eyes, kills me. I love my Angel.
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ICY SHOTS ON A HOT BILLIONAIRE by Andra-Cristiana Stan, Romania. Copyright © 2019. All Rights Reserved
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