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“Should I put it on replay, love? Do you want to come to my sweet nothings all over again?”

“I want you to fill me up again and again and again.”

CHAPTER 31

Will

Fucking perfect. All of her was molded and shaped especially for me. I can’t get enough of her. All I want to do is repeatedly stuff her with my cum. I want to mark her from the inside. I want to fuck her so much she’s filled with my babies.

Am I sick? Probably. Am I twisted? Maybe. But I feel like a depraved maniac as I fuck her. I can’t stop. I won’t stop. Her ankles are on my shoulders as I slam into her, and she’s squirting again. The sheets are soiled, and the room’s a mess, and I don’t fucking care. I can see my cum all over her inner thighs.

She’s a fucking goddess.Mygoddess.

I don’t even know what I’m thinking right now.

She moans and cries out, as if competing with herself on the audio and video playing in the background. It’s been on repeat. She’s greater than any of my wildest fantasies. Had she wanted to leave when she saw the recording, I might’ve let her, but not now. How can I when I know how much she loves it? How much she’s thirsty for my own sense of depravity.

Her nails rake down my sides, marking me, as she grabs my ass while I thrust into her again. Her marks are bruising, as if she’s keeping me in place so she can swallow every drop of me.

My lips crash to hers, and she whimpers into my mouth as her hips rock back and forth.

How many hours have we been fucking like this for? I release my grip around her throat as I kiss her gently, slowly. Fatigue finally takes hold as I pull away from her, but not before she bites my bottom lip and drags it between her teeth.

She’s flushed and exhausted, her hair fanning around her head where it rests on the pillow.

Beautiful.

Perfect.

Not mine, I remind myself.

Her nails release from my ass as I slowly pull out of her. I brief a glance at the clock on the side table and realize it’s already past seven in the morning.

What?

“We’ve been fucking for hours. It’s like a marathon,” I say, pressing my lips against her neck and kissing her gently. She chuckles and pushes me away. The sounds of her moans and my grunts on the video still play in the background.

“What’s the time?” she asks as she lazily wraps her arms around my neck. I realize I quite like this side of Alina. For all her defenses, smartass personality, and fuckery, her body is made perfectly for me.

“Past seven,” I tell her. I go to kiss her again, but she jerks under me.

“Fuck off,” she bites out and awkwardly angles to check the time on the clock. “Oh shit.” She tries to push me off, but I chuckle as I flip us so she’s on top of me in a straddling position. “I have to go. You’re an absolute monster.” She giggles, and I’mdisappointed when the heat of her body leaves mine. But I let her go.

She gets off the bed, and I can still see my cum dripping down her legs when she stands.

Fuck.

“Where are you going?” I ask. She looks over her shoulder, her long hair flowing down her back. Fuck, now I want it tied around my wrists while I fuck her. Again.

“Back to my apartment,” she says, slipping her dress on. Pulling her hair back, she ties it up in a bun and looks over to me. “It was nice. Thank you for talking to me as well.”

I sit up.

“You don’t have to go, you know? I don’t have to leave for a few more hours yet.” And the thought of that sours my mood. Especially knowing what it is I have to work on. I’d much rather be buried deep inside this spitfire of a goddess.

She shakes her head. “First, you look like you need sleep. You probably should’ve been doing that instead of fucking for the last eight hours.”

“Depends on whose perspective you’re looking at it from,” I lazily say, sitting naked in all my glory.

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