We all have some dirty little habits we can't shake well I'm Apollo Gray Carter and fucking everything with a heartbeat, being obsessed with power and having an overgoing ego is mine. I'm not saying I'm the best God I'm far from it but everybody in Lazio and all around the world would bow to my feet if demanded and that's one step that everyone else will never have because I am going to rule it all.
Now my dirty little habits are called dirty at the front because I don't try to stop, I don't care I just fuck who I want and move on I never stick to one woman and I never will I have any intention of stopping these dirty little habits. Scenes replay in my head
"Threesome?" She asked
"Only if I'm allowed that pussy of yours"
"That's why I have two holes love and you get the first choice"
*she lays in front of me spreading her legs giving me the view of what I and this random noodle boy is going to be devouring*
"Spread wide princess let daddy do his job (after all not like he will), I want you to scream my name while you finish all over my cock and I make you feel more than this stupid idiota (stupid idiot) ever will make you feel. Spread wide and let daddy please you I hollowed as I gently glided my tongue up her neck aligning my cock with her clit. Squeezing my way into her dripping pussy as she gasps, don't forget to breathe love I mumble wittily, she rolls her eyes as I thrust deeper into her making her scream and tense pushing me out and away from her body, questo è ciò che ottieni amore quando non ascolti (this is what you get love when you don't listen)"
That's just one thing from my weekend and that's only one girl no matter how good she is with sucking my cock, riding it or any other activity I don't care I've got a goal and I can't have a woman straddling my lap stopping me. I was inches away from getting to my goal all that is stopping me is killing these last few bitches but after all, they're just like flies that will be an easy quick job. Just as I was sat planning that job a notification pops onto my phone
*message from Blaze*
"There's a mission and I need you to do it, you will be going to the local university and getting a girl her name is Cove Solance, I'll text you the details you start tomorrow."
A university ? I graduated from that years ago is not like he'll remember because he didn't make it to graduation. Urgh, I muttered this is a bunch of shit. Better get ready. I pulled my boxers off chucking them across the room and stumbled to the balcony hanging unrestricted without care and rolled a blunt. Won't be having any of these in the building I kept muttering cursing under my breath but I put out the blunt on the scruffy railing and force the door to close hearing the desperate squealing from the hinges. Before finally getting off to bed I realise I haven't had a fucking shower per l'amor del cazzo (for fuck's sake) and I have that stupid fucking university with the stupid preppy kids for a stupid girl that's probably not worth anything to me. Getting to the bathroom I start the shower the water warm and trickling down my body instantly removes the tension and stress as I let out a soft grunt, lathering the soap over my heaving corpse I rinse it off. Grabbing the shampoo I shove it in my hair massaging it into my scalp desperately as I feel the itches. No girl was ever allowed to do that so having the feelings of self-admiration help a lot. Don't get me wrong do I wish you experience this life occasionally, yes but when you're the leader, the owner of it all, the lifeline you don't have time for love and if you try death is the price you pay so I never will try and I never have. I realise I've got too far into my thoughts and get out of the shower dripping water all over the tile floor slipping to catch my balance and grab the towel hanging on the radiator wrapping it around my body shimmering it around letting myself dry. I shake off my hair feeling like a damp dog as water splatters the wall. I walk over to the bed dropping the towel and lay into bed and not even after 15 minutes I was out like a light.
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Roman d'amourSage solace (19) was the girl who didn't like makeup and all the typical stuff, everyone mocked her for her attire and choices and nobody agreed with her logic. She was the "goth" who would stick up her finger and tell you where to put it if you an...
