“You want my cum inside you, huh?”
She nodded, starting to ride my dick and letting out a throaty moan.
"Oh fuckin’ hell," a whimper escaped my mouth as I watched my dick disappear again and again inside her, her ass so full, so perfect with the marks of my hand on it. I smacked her ass cheeks again just to watch them jiggle. "Fuck, ask me again."
"Please, Alexsei, fill me up with your-"
I didn’t let her finish before I grabbed her throat and gripped her hip with my other hand, pounding into her so hard. I started seeing fucking stars as my cum shot inside her pussy, dripping down her leg.
Fuck.
Caia Mankiev will be the death of me, and I’m not even mad about it.
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
“We lie the loudest when we lie to ourselves.”
?Eric Hoffer
Caia
Alexsei's hand kept trailing small circles on my back, his touch annoyingly tender. And for a fleeting second, a tiny, ridiculous part of me wished I could freeze time and stay in this so-called "perfect" moment forever.
But let’s be real—heaven isn’t real, and I needed to get my head back in the game.
“Caia?”
Oh no. Maybe, just maybe, if I stay perfectly still, if I keep my breathing steady, he’ll think I’m asleep and leave me alone.
Jesus, Caia, not even a day and you’re already in his bed?
No self-control, no shame—justpathetic.
“Don’t go all shy on me now, love. Not when my cum’s still inside you.”
God, what an asshole.
A really hot asshole, though.
"Let me sleep."
He chuckled like this was a joke to him, dragging me closer, his breath warm against my neck. “Oh, come on. You can’t tell me you didn’t love every second of it.”
"I can deny whatever I want. Now let me sleep."
One second.
Two seconds.
Thre–
“How’s it feel to be my wife?”
I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. “Awful. I can’t believe you conned me into having sex with you.”
He scoffed, all fake offense. “Conned you? Baby, you werebeggingfor me to fill you up,” he said, sliding his hand down to grab me between my legs, where I was still way too sensitive. “And this pussy? It’s pretty damn happy now, isn’t it?”