Page 39 of Alpha’s Fake Marriage

Mmm, I loved the taste of his tongue as it massaged mine. His fingers had me alight with flames. The coolness of the room wasn’t doing a damn thing to cool down the heat zig zagging through my veins.

“Oh God, that feels good,” I groaned as his lips moved off of mine and onto my throat. “Octavio, oh!”

I missed him. Truly missed him while he was out. I missed not only his awesome personality and the way that we bounced off of one another, but I missed his body as well. I missed the feel of him exploring every damn inch of me. I wanted more, I needed more. So while he teased the exposed skin of my throat, I began to wiggle my way downwards.

“Where are you going?” Octavio gasped as he lost control of me. “Oh God, are you going... down?”

I smirked at him and nodded as I reached the bottom of the bed. Without breaking his gaze, I fiddled with the zipper on his trousers until they popped open and I could finally dip my hands into his boxer shorts. I took his rock hard cock between my fingers and stroked him. Gently at first, but I picked up the pace as I could see how much he liked it. Turning Octavio on, watching him crumble at the power of my touch, was intense and really turned me on in the most incredible way. Without him even feeling me, Octavio had me on fire. He was a fucking sex machine for me.

“Irina, you have no idea how beautiful you look right now.” He fisted up my hair in his hands. “Seeing your mouth so close to my cock... fucking hell, you’re driving me wild. Irina, wow...”

I gave him exactly what he asked for because I craved that as well. I pressed his cock to my lips and kissed his tip, watching him shudder with desire. While the shiver tore down his body, I opened my mouth and took him in as far as I could, all the way to the back of my throat. I might have had to stretch my lips wide and ignore my gag reflex for him, but Octavio was worth it. Hetasted fucking delicious. Masculine, sweet, salty, everything all at once. I wanted all of him so I guided his hips, making him fuck my mouth.

With every thrust of his hips, I swirled my tongue around his cock, making sure that I licked every part of him. Having this much of his body inside me, and this much control... I fucking loved it.

“Shit, Ir... Irina,” he gasped, his words stumbling a little with thick desire. “It’s too much.”

He slowed down his hips, which I guess was to try and contain himself a little, but I didn’t want that. I needed him to lose himself, I wanted to see it, to taste everything from him, so I grabbed hold of his ass and bobbed my head. I continued to taste him until he forcibly pulled himself away from me.

“God, Irina that feels too good,” he panted desperately. “But I want to be inside you.”

Ooh now that he said that I wanted it too. I let him grab my hand and drag me back upwards to meet him once more. I practically fell against him, my lips crashed against his, and within seconds, we were kissing frantically once more. Like I weighed nothing, he dragged me on top of him until I was straddling him. I automatically wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing his rock hard cock up against my panties, making me crave him even deeper.

Yep, I needed him inside me now. It was a good call for him to pull me off him. I would’ve missed out on this and I wanted it bad.

“I want you so bad,” I growled as I bit his bottom lip. “Fuck me already, will you?”

Octavio slid down instantly and pushed my dress up so he could yank my panties off with his teeth. It seemed that he was just as desperate for my clothing to be off. Thank God.

I flipped my dress over my head as he shook his trousers off. I parted my thighs even further, I ran my fingers over my soaking wet slit, teasing my clit in preparation for him. His dark eyes hooded with desire as he edged closer to me. His cock trembled. I could see how much he wanted me and it was delightful. Once he angled himself into me, I leaned back on my elbows and tossed my head back so my eyes could close and I could really focus on the intensity of every thrust.

“Oh fuck.” This was amazing. The best ever. Especially when his cock stroked my hyper sensitive clit with every deep thrust. God this was a good angle. “Fucking hell, Octavio, oh my God. Don’t stop, that feels so good.”

I tried to reach out and grab him but I couldn’t so instead I wrapped my fingers around the edge of the bed. My knuckles turned white with the pressure of how hard I held onto it, but I couldn’t let go. I needed him to keep slamming into me just like this over and over again. This was really fucking working for me...

Oh wow. He shoved me up to the peak of the mountain. He dragged me under the waters of pleasure. I knew that I was on the edge of desire and I wanted to remain there for a little while. However, I couldn’t hold myself where I was because I had absolutely no control over myself when it came to Octavio. The power of his fucking sent me spiraling into the abyss of pleasure before I was ready for it. Not that I was complaining.

The orgasm shattered through me, it grazed all of my organs, it rocketed through me like a tsunami of waves and it got to the point where I didn’t think it was going to end. Not that I wanted it to—especially when I could feel Octavio stiffening up as he burst to the edge of pleasure. He cried out my name over and over again as the orgasm claimed him until I smashed my lips against his to kiss him and swallow up his screams.

My name vibrated in the back of my throat as we both drifted slowly into the post orgasmic bliss together. We clung to one another on the bed, gasping and doing what we could to get our breaths back.

The chaos of the recent events had left me craving for some sense of normalcy, a respite from the whirlwind of emotions and dangers that had engulfed us. All I wanted was to return to real life, where Octavio and I could simply be together without any looming threats or uncertainties.

Once we calmed ourselves down, and I nestled in the safety of Octavio’s arms, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. The weight of the world seemed to lift from my shoulders, replaced by a profound sense of peace and contentment.

With each passing moment, I found myself growing more eager to leave behind the chaos of the past and embrace the promise of a future filled with love and happiness. I longed for the simple joys of everyday life, the quiet moments shared between us that spoke volumes without the need for words.

I couldn’t wait to wake up each morning to the sound of Octavio’s laughter, to the touch of his hand against mine, and to the knowledge that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, united in our love and unwavering in our commitment to each other.

With Octavio by my side, I knew that the future held endless possibilities, and as we stepped through the threshold of our home, I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the life that awaited us, a life filled with love, laughter, and the promise of forever.

TWENTY

IRINA

Two months later…

Two months had passedsince the tumultuous events that had shaken our lives to their core. A sense of relief washed over me as I stood outside the newly repaired and rebuilt head shop. The scars of the past were slowly fading, replaced by the promise of a brighter future.

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