53 — Catarina Rowedder
“We ignore inconveniences
For letters over our heads
Floating in the sky”
We are friends — Ellie Goulding
Seeing Ty's lost little eyes made my heart bleed. Even though he didn't live on the streets as long as Noah did, what he saw and heard must have hurt him emotionally in a devastating way.
— My daughter—in—law, have faith that everything will work out, his attitude is normal for the situation in which he lived. Children can be more sincere than us adults, this question must have been bouncing around in your head for a long time. After all, he's had a drastic life change in the last few weeks — Jack comments.
— Yes I agree. He just needs love.
— They haven't returned yet? — Noah asks when he enters.
— No.
— While they talk, let's sign the papers that Gael brought. And once we have everything sorted out, we can calmly work out some details. — Sigh. — Ready to be Mrs. Foster?
— More than ready, but just out of curiosity, what details? I ask.
— When the time is right, you will know. Don't worry about anything but our boy, now.
— Ok, mysterious gentleman — I answer him and, before I can say anything else, Logan interrupts us.
— Excuse me, there are two social service agents at the entrance. They said they came to get Tyler.
— Oh my God! What if we hide him? They can't take him from here, Noah! He will suffer.
— Baby, right now, there's not much we can do.
— Damn it! I'll kill that cow if she crosses my path again!
— Logan, ask them to wait for us in the room. — Jack tells his head of security.
— Right, Mr. Gael is with the boy in the pool area — he says.
— Let's go talk to him — I ask.
We found the two of them sitting on the sun loungers, smiling. Probably from some joke Gael told him.
— Hi — we said, together.
— Hi — Ty replies, embarrassed.
— Can we talk for a minute, buddy? — Noah asks and he nods.
— I'll leave them alone. And, Ty—she turns to him—remembers what we talked about. Trust. — Blink and go.
— He told me that I might have to sleep a night or two in an orphanage, just until he gets a paper that says you will be my parents. And the truth?
We sat on each side, holding their little hands.
— That's right, but we want you to be brave, we won't let anyone hurt you, okay? Unfortunately, not everything is as we would like it to be.
—But do you promise to come and get me?
— We promise, just as we will do our best to see you every day until we can bring you home, ok?
— And when do I have to go?
— Well, they just arrived, my little one.
— Already? — he starts crying and clings to me.
— Everything will be fine, we'll come get you soon, I promise — I say, even though I know everything could get even more complicated.
Watching our boy leave exhausted me emotionally, seeing the anguish on his face, and not being able to do anything, tore me apart.
Iolanda gave me a tranquilizer and tea, after we said goodbye to Gael and I don't know at what moment I fell into a deep sleep. However, I can't stay in bed, lamenting, doing nothing, or I'll go crazy and then I won't be approved as a suitable mother for him.
Is it too much to ask for a little peace of mind? — I question myself mentally, observing the garden through the window.
— Hi, my delight, have you rested? — Noah hugs me from behind and, even with all this worry, I feel his hard cock against my spine.
— Yes. — I turn to him. — There's someone excited there.
— Uhum... — He bites my earlobe, pressing me against the window. — He never tires of desiring his owner.
Oh, my lady of wet panties!
This man knows how to make my head turn to pure, latent desire.
Before giving me time to say anything, his mouth advances — hungry — against mine, his hands lift me off the ground, making me wrap my legs around his waist. Without taking his lips away from mine, he laid me down on the bed, sliding his hands up my thighs, lifting my nightgown to my waist, then taking off my panties and bringing them to my nose.
— The best smell of all — he says hoarsely, exuding desire.
He lowers his face to my pussy, growling, subtly licking my clit, making me yearn for more. I arch my back, silently asking him to take me, debauchery taking over my body. He starts sucking me hard, opening my pussy wider, leaving me at his mercy. I moan uncontrollably with every movement.
— Ah... Don't stop... — I ask urgently.
— I want to see you cum on my dick. — He turns us around, making me stay on his lap. — Sit down, you naughty girl.
I fit in slowly, taking him inch by inch, panting with my mouth open, with only half of him inside me. I go down a little further, in this position, I am completely open and at his mercy. His hands squeezed my ass, groping it.
— Ahh…
—Does it taste that good, my delight? — I purr in response. Then he digs both hands into my hips, violently pulling me down as his hips meet me in a brutal thrust that knocks the air out of me.
— Holy crap! Noaaah… — I scream with the pain and pleasure of being completely filled by him.
— Shhh. Roll, my angel. — His hands move back and forth on my buttocks, helping me move at a pleasant rhythm. — That... Suck my dick like this... — He fills his hands with my breasts, kneading them, rolling the nipples between his fingertips.
— Baby.... I'm going.... Oh, my God! I'm going to cum... — I melt, squeezing his cock tighter with violent spasms. — I Love You Love! — I moan as his big hands squeeze my waist, bouncing me up and down, making me take every inch of him roughly. My breasts bounce with each hard thrust.
— Yes, cum for me! — he growls, entering deeper, eating me without respite, until his cock thickens more and he screams.
— Delicious! — He runs his hands down my back, holding my shoulders and pulls me down hard, burying himself deeply. I feel your semen spurting hot, straight into my womb. My orgasm prolongs, enjoying its peak.
— I love you too, my angel — he whispers in the last spasms of his orgasm.
I lay on his chest, feeling that this is my home.
— Let's take a shower, love. What do you think about going to John's for dinner? So we can relax a little…
— Is it that late already?
— A little. You practically slept all afternoon. And we won't be able to visit Ty until tomorrow, there's nothing we can do today.
— Not even jumping over the institution’s wall? — I try.
— No, you can stop thinking about getting ready, young lady.
Wait and wait.
Yes, Catarina, think that it is for the greater good.