My Addiction by Ida Gonzalez (best ereader for academics .txt) 📕

“Well, and to change the subject, when are you going to get married or give me grandchildren?”  Just as my mother said that, Paula choked on the juice she was drinking. She started coughing and we all got up to help her.

“Girl, are you all right?” my mother asked in concern.

“Yes, I'm fine,” she answered with a blush on her face.

“Please forgive me,” Paula apologized apologetically. And I gave my mother a look and she just winked mischievously at me. I knew she was capable of saying something like that.

“Don't worry, honey, it's okay,” my mother answered with a laugh. “Mother, please!” I demanded and she raised both hands.

“I'm not saying anything anymore,” she answered with a laugh, while my brothers did the same. I wasn’t ready for this.

I just shook my head and sat back down at the table after Paula felt better but still blushing. I held her hand on top of her legs and she gave me a soft caress.

We kept on talking and asking questions until it was time to leave again. Paula was tired for sure, more because of last night. Dante, don't go that way or you will have serious problems in your pants and your family will notice it.

After saying goodbye, promising to meet again some other time, we walked to the door.

"Dante! “ Giancarlo called me and I turned to look at him.

“Will you be home tonight so we can talk about some things?”

I nodded my head affirming.

“I leave Paula at home and I'm going to the apartment, I'll wait for you, brother.”

“Well, I'll see you in a few hours,” he replied.

“Paula, nice to meet you,” he said goodbye to her again kissing her cheeks and she blushed. I could tell she found Giancarlo attractive and jealousy was not long in coming.

I will teach this little woman, not to look at any other man but me. I will punish her and fuck her so hard she won't be able to get up for weeks. I'll let her know who owns her.

“Let's go, baby,” I said, leading her to the car. I drove in silence and it was her who finally spoke.

“ I had a great time, Dante,” she declared and I just smiled.

I couldn't hold on a second longer and just parked the car.

“What's wrong Dan...?” I didn't let her finish because I devoured her mouth with hunger, with desire. She reciprocated and moaned on my lips.

“I love you, baby. All afternoon, I wanted to do this. I couldn't stand it anymore,” I confessed shamelessly.

“I needed your kisses too, Dante.”

“Shall we go to my place, baby?” I asked excitedly. Even knowing that Giancarlo was coming home, I wanted her to come with me.

“No, Dante, I really need to rest,” I sighed, she was right.

“It's ok love, you're right you should rest. I'll take you home,” I said and she nodded her head but I kiss her again for a while more. Fuck, how I love her kisses, her lips.

“Mmm Dante,” She moaned softly. I pulled away from her slowly. “Come on, baby otherwise, I'll end up eating you right here and now.”

She opened her lips letting in air and then bit her lip.

“Baby, don't do that please,” I beg her with a hoarse voice and the atmosphere was already hot.

I caressed her cheek and finally let her go. I put the car in gear and we got back on the road.

We arrived at her house. I opened the door for her and as we got out, I hit her against the car and kissed her passionately again.

“I'd love to go on, Dante but I have to go inside, love,” I glue my forehead to hers. I noded shaking my head.

“I know, love,” I sighed.

“Go inside before I kidnap you for myself,” I left a soft kiss on his lips.

“Talk to you later?” I asked like a teenager in love. “Yes, Dante, call me later,” she replied.

“I love you, baby.”

“ I love you, Dante.”

I watch her enter her building, gawking.

Dante, you're fucked by this woman. I have to stop thinking about her for a moment or I'll go crazy. And let her breathe so I don't suffocate her.

I smiled as I remembered when my mother talked about marriage and children. I know it made her nervous. I knew my mother would make that kind of comment. I know her very well.

Every time she has the opportunity she tells us the same thing, that she is already old, that she wants grandchildren, that she will die without knowing her grandchildren and she starts crying.

Only my father understands her because none of the three of us are planning to get married and have children. Well not yet in my case but if it's Paula it wouldn't be a bad idea, would it?

Paula, Paula, what are you doing to me, baby?

I arrived home a few minutes later. I'll take a shower and wait for Giancarlo to talk business before he goes back to California.