Page 23 of Alpha’s Fake Marriage

In that moment, there was no past, no future—only the present, and the overwhelming love that bound us together. And as we surrendered to the passion that consumed us, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together, a journey filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.

I took her hand in mine, leading the way once more, and as soon as I threw her on the bed, we both collapsed in near hysterical giggles. Irina wasted no time, her hands exploring my body with fervor, driving me damn near insane. The romance quickly turned to intense desire, as it always did with me and Irina. Which had my heart thundering with need.

Hovering over her, I peppered kisses all over her face and neck, reveling in her messy carefree appearance. To my surprise, she grabbed hold of me in a very sexy, confident manner, dipping her hand into my underwear, and running her hands all over my length.

“Fuck,” she murmured, tossing her head backwards in ecstasy. “I keep forgetting how big you are!”

Well, what guy doesn’t get freakishly aroused by being told that? Her words drove me far too close to the edge of oblivion. “Why don’t you have a taste?” I heard myself asking, and without even giving me a second to go over this statement in my mind, Irina flipped me over onto my back and started to run her lips all over my body.

I began to tremble—every damn inch of me—with anticipation. That long, blonde hair spread across my stomach as her mouth got nearer and nearer to my desperately needy cock. I had to grip on to the sheets beneath me to stop myself from grabbing her head and getting her down there as sheteased. It took everything inside me not to damn well lose my mind.

My patience was worth it, though, because as those lips finally wrapped around me, and she started moving her mouth down my shaft to the base, I screamed out in joy. She really was tasting all of me, until every last inch of me hit the back of her throat.

“Fucking hell,” I yelled, as every muscle inside my body tensed. “Irina, you’re killing me. You’re going to have to stop in a minute.”

My breaths became labored as I started to creep slowly towards that hot pool of desire, and as much as I wanted to simply succumb and let it happen, I needed to get a good feel of Irina’s body, too. It might not have been long since I last got my chance to play with her, but in the heat of the moment, it felt like forever.

I forced myself to sit up and I dragged Irina up to me, kissing her with the deep, intense passion that she had coursing through my veins. As she moved closer to straddle me, I ran one hand over her breast, flicking her nipple between my fingers, and I used the other hand to massage her hot, wet desire.

“Oh my God,” she cried out, arching her back against me, and lolling her head to one side. “Fucking hell Octavio.”

“So wet,” I whispered excitedly against her. “So wet... just for me.”

I then refocused my attention on giving her pleasure and I started to tease her entrance with my cock, allowing her to feel just how pulsating I was for her.

“You want this, Irina?” I asked her mockingly, watching her writhe with desire. It was fun to add a bit of dirty talk into the mix. Every experience with Irina was a different one, and I loved pushing the boundaries with her. “You need me to fuck you?”

“I want you to take me so hard and fast,” she confirmed in a breathy, gasping voice. “I want you to drive me wild with that magnificent cock of yours.”

Those words were enough for me to plunge deep into her, finally feeling everything, and, fuck me, that body of hers was so damn impressive. She was so tight around me, she fit me like a glove, and that left me grunting and guttural, awakening the animal inside me.

“Oh shit,” Irina screamed, riding me hard. “Oh fucking hell Octavio.”

I couldn’t take it, I couldn’t stand having none of the control, so in a crazy, speedy gesture, I flipped her around until she was on all fours on the bed, pointing that fantastic round ass in my direction. I plunged into her quickly, and rammed hard against her so passionately that she needed to grip onto the head board to stop herself from banging her head. She was dripping wet for me, proving just how much she was enjoying it, and that only got worse as I leaned forward and thumbed her clit too.

“Holy fuck,” she screamed as her walls contracted around me. The orgasm was creeping through her body, making her feel tingly and amazing, and I wanted to prolong that for as long as possible. So I thrust a little slower, and played with her a little more gently, just making her wait a few extra seconds to get that release.

But that short time must have felt like a lifetime to her, because she went crazy with frustration. I knew the feeling well, and it was easy to go insane with it, but it was always worth it in the end because the final result would be a longer, more intense orgasm...

As the waves of pleasure shattered through her body, she cried out my name, thinking only of me, and that soon caused the bliss to explode from my body too, over and over again until I could take it no more.

“Fuck Octavio,” Irina gasped as I slid out of her and we collapsed on the bed side by side. “That was... that was fucking amazing.”

I turned to face her, feeling my heart swell with emotions that I really shouldn’t have been feeling. A big part of me wanted to tell her exactly how I was feeling, but there was a niggling doubt within me that she might run for the hills if I came on too strong. She was a tough chick, one that had been through a lot, and I didn’t want to make life worse for her by piling on the pressure.

“You’re amazing,” I said instead. “Thank you for coming out with me tonight. I had a wonderful time.”

“Me too,” she assured me, turning back to face me. She sent me the sweetest smile ever, and ran her fingers down my cheeks, which sent a wave of fatigue racing through me. I wanted to stay awake, to hold her in my arms, to chat and learn more about her all night long, but sleep was rapidly coming for me, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it...

The gentle humof activity in the shop filled the air as I worked alongside Irina, the familiar rhythm of our tasks lulling me in to a sense of contentment. Despite the lingering tension from Brian’s recent visit, I found solace in the routine of our daily duties, grateful for the opportunity to lose myself in the mundane.

But just as I began to relax in to the familiarity of our surroundings, a sudden intrusion shattered the tranquility, sending a shiver down my spine. My muscles tensed involuntarily as the unwelcome sound of a familiar voice reached my ears, piercing through the calm like a knife.

Irina glanced up at me, a look of concern flashing across her features as she followed my gaze to the source of the disturbance. With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I turned to see Brian striding confidently into the shop, his presence casting a shadow over the warmth of the room.

What the hell was that asshole doing back here?

My jaw clenched with suppressed anger as I watched him approach, his smug demeanor sending a surge of irritation coursing through my veins. I could feel Irina’s hand tighten around mine, her silent support offering a small measure of comfort amidst the storm brewing within me.

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