WHITNEY

I couldn't imagine Addams have gone through this pain, I always wondered why he had never talked of his mother since we were together, unaware he had never known her.

It was harmful, both of us knew the sentiment of missing someone's affection.

It hurt me to see how open-minded he was with me, telling me about her mother, It meant all the consideration he had toward me, yet I couldn't explain to him my challenge, I couldn't
tell what I lived.

Told him his father was the murderer of my parents was a risk, I didn't have any proof to sustain my affirmation, and he would hate his father, I didn't want it to occur.

Therefore this information should remain hidden, I would support this burden solitary.

"I didn't know you have never known your mother" I expressed when he entered the estate.

On the way, I was speechless, lost in my thoughts, realizing I wasn't the only one who endured, however, our situations were distinct.

"I have never known her, nor have any idea of how she behaved, my father never talks about her, the only thing I have is a picture of her," said he

"Forget about it, I don't want to talk about it again, I don't want to see you in tears" he expressed, caressing my cheeks.

I nodded and hugged him placing my head on his shoulder, I didn't want to hear too much about it, it was pitiful.

"Let us go to sleep, we are all tired" he suggested

"Will you come with me tomorrow to announce it to my dad?" he added

Why did he ask me about it? It was weird as if he had noticed I didn't like to face his dad.

"Of course" I responded immediately
raising my eyebrow to tell him this question shouldn't be asked
"Why this question?" I asked, willing to be sure I hadn't made something strange.

"I just want to know, because you are exhausted, I don't want to bother you" he retorted

"It will be okay," I replied

He gripped gently my hand and climbed the stairs to the chamber.
My new life was everything I always wanted, having someone who is loved by both of us, my mother and I.

I couldn't imagine what should be this romance without my mother's approbation, it was impossible to be with somebody she didn't appreciate.

We went immediately to take our bath, under the shower, my mouth and my eyes widened open as I felt this man's dick touching my ass.

"Hell," I yelled out.

He was laughing behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist and coming up with his hand to my breast.

I sighed and had a little moan escaping my mouth when he started playing with my nipples, his fingers were just there caressing them.

I looked over my shoulder to meet his gaze.
"You weren't supposed to be exhausted?" I questioned with a moaning voice, he was just on my nipples but I was already wet.

"I can't be tired when it comes to making you cum" he expressed kissing my neck, I shivered and turned to kiss him. His soft and pink lips were all I needed, he angrily kissed me pushing me to the wall.

He kissed me and went to my nipples with his tongue, I felt electricity crossing my body, he made a rotation with his tongue around my nipple before sucking it as a baby. The feeling he bestowed became day after day intense.

"Where have you studied all this fucking things?" I asked unable to contain the pleasure.

"Don't ask about something you don't want to hear" he responded kidding me.

His fingers went to my clitoris, he liked playing with this fucking fingers. After some minutes of making me enjoyed the pleasure that the touch of my clit bestowed, he grasped my leg with one hand the other one sustaining me to not fall.

I was dazed, my eyes could come out of the eye socket and fall on the ground the way they were wide open, this man had decided to fuck me in every single place of this mansion.

Without a word, I put my hands on his shoulders leaving him the control. He looked at me, pressed his lips to mine, and then inserted his dick into my pussy, my heart could crush with pleasure.

I yelled out a moan, he moved with his dick inside of me, it was as if I could only breathe to the rhythm of his movement.

He intensified the movement which made me cry loudly, what the fuck, was it how every man was mighty when they had sex? I closed my eyes, I couldn't stop the moan it was stronger than me.

My eyes closed, I didn't realize when my feet stop touching the ground.

Anyone staring at the scene couldn't believe he was the one claiming he was tired ten minutes before.

On his muscle arms, his hazel eyes inside of mine, he uttered "I will make you cum right here" with the cold water falling on us.

His arms didn't falter as if he carried nothing, I softly bit his neck cause of the emotion he was driving me into.

This man... I was obsessed with him, he made me forget everything, my past life and everything which happened. I couldn't believe they would have somebody on earth able to do such an exploit. He was amazing.

"Fuck..!" I yelled out loud. It was done this guy had made me cum in the closet.

Always in his arms, I tightened him "don't leave me, I wouldn't survive"
I could repeat it every day to remind him how important he was.

I was afraid, I experienced love, this feeling of caring, of always needing someone close to you.

This feeling of knowing you wouldn't be the same after this person's departure, feeling that your emotions depended on someone, being at the mercy of someone, was threatening.

Although I had to believe him, my mum believed in him, this woman had the greatest sense, if she believed in him, I could be cool-headed.

"Never. Believe me, when I say I want to spend the rest of my life with you, after struggles, after a misunderstanding, whatever will happen, I want you to rest at my side" he stated with a soft romantic voice.

I didn't make a reply, I stood quietly leaving the silence of the night to make his words sink into my heart.