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I feel my ass against something cold as he perches me on a tiny ledge. My back goes up against something even colder, and I realize it’s the window. He takes his lips from my neck and tangles his hands in my hair, which is falling out of its fancy updo. Our mouths collide like stars, and he’s already thrusting into me, his cock hard as steel again as if he didn’t just empty himself inside of me. The first thrust, just like before, takes the breath out of me, and I see stars. It lights my entire body on fire. Bringing every cell to life.

Unlike the first time, he doesn’t start out with a slow and passionate pace. Right off the bat, he starts pounding into me, and I’m afraid the window behind me will shatter. But again, like so many other thoughts and concerns, I don’t care right now. His fingers dig into my hips, and he yanks my head back by my hair so he can suck on my neck. “This pussy,” he growls. “It was made for me,mi amor. You.”Pound. Pound. Pound.“Were made for me. You can fight it all you want, my love. But it’s undeniable. This is something you can’t fight.”

I gasp when he changes the angle of his hips and hits that certain spot that makes me see more stars than I ever knew existed, and I’m clamping down on his relentlessly thrusting cock. He groans against my throat and bites down. My nails dig into his scalp, and another maelstrom vastly builds up inside of me, starting in my stomach and making its way down and exploding. Alejo explodes with me, spilling his seed inside of me again, no barriers. It’s an indescribable experience, one that cannot be replicated.

He retracts his teeth from my throat and kisses the tender spot with his soft lips and warm tongue. My breathing is shallow as I’m gasping for air, trying to will my lungs to work again. His head lifts up slowly, his thumb caressing my cheek as he cups it. “Nowlet’s get washed up.” He grins, and I squeal when he lifts me up, squeezing my ass.

It isn’t normal for his playful side to come out; he’s always so tense and stressed out. Setting me down on my feet, he nips my neck with his teeth, and I swat him away, giggling. Still grinning, he looks at my hair and starts digging bobby pins out. “How many of these do you have in here?” he murmurs.

I snort. “Probably a hundred. Maybe more.”

Reaching my own hands up, I help him dig around for more to extract. My hair slowly starts to fall down around my shoulders, relieving my scalp of the tension. All the while, his eyes keep bouncing back to mine. Once my hair is finally free, he tells me he’ll be right back and kisses the end of my nose.

I stand under the spray a little stunned, and he comes back just a moment later with a washcloth. He runs it under another spray, and his eyes rake my body as he stalks back over to me. With the washcloth in hand, he lifts it to my face and starts to lightly wash my face. I instantly realize he’s washing the makeup off. I stand there frozen, staring up at him in awe. “Did you treat all your girlfriends like this?” I ask quietly, needing to uncover more about my husband.

He arches his eyebrows. “You are not my girlfriend,mi amor.”

I roll my eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“Have I ever washed off a woman’s makeup in the shower? No. Have I ever washed a woman’s hair?” He tilts my head back with his hands so that my hair is in the water, and he begins running his fingers through it. “No,” he says softly, and I can’t take my eyes off of him. “Have I ever wanted to marry another woman? No. Have I ever wanted to care for another woman the way I want to care for you?” His hands slide back to my cheeks, making circles with his thumbs. Leaning his face down so that it’s barely hovering over mine. “Mi esposa.I’ve never felt something so real before.” Then his lips meld with mine and move slowly and assuredly. His tongue stays in his own mouth, but it’s more intimate than any kiss he has ever given me before. I feel like I’m about to float away, but he anchors me to the ground. The kiss ends all too soon, and my vision is blurred when he pulls away.

A frown paints his face, and I realize why. My eyes shoot down to the floor, and I rapidly blink away the tears that threaten to break free. God, he has some sexy feet.Ew.I have never found feet to be sexy before in my life. Especially men’s feet. They’ve always been gross to me. But not his.

With a finger hooking under my chin, he tilts my face back up. “Never hide from me,mi amor.”

But I have to. I have to hide my growing feelings for my captor, my tormentor. He can never know how my heart is swelling for him and him alone.

Alejandro

I’ve been waking before the sun rose since I was a teenager, but ever since Irma has been occupying my bed, I find myself waking up after the sun is up. I know it has everything to do with her and the way she has instantly become an amenity. She has squirmed her way inside my chest and dug her tiny claws into my heart, latching on. It’s something that should feel unsettling, but I can’t find it in me to repudiate the strong feelings I am fraught with.

The sun is peaking through the curtains, and I watch my beautiful wife as she sleeps hugging my side. Her hair falls around her and onto my chest. Stroking it back out of her face so I can see all of it, I admire her flawless skin. The contrast of her fair skin against my dark, they somehow go well together. I can’t get enough of this woman. Like she has breathed light into me, I also know that she will be the death of me. There are no bounds when it comes to her and her safety and happiness.

She doesn’t even stir as I continue to stroke her soft hair and drink in her elegance. I took her again in the middle of the night, so I know she’s worn out. I was even more rough with her than I was when I pounded into her in the shower. I waited so long to have her. I know she must be sore, and it’s the only thing holding me back from not slipping inside of her right now, waking her up to pure pleasure.

I didn’t mean to be so rough with her the last time. I was just so crazed and driven by all the pent-up desire I’ve had for her since the first time I laid eyes on her. Completely losing it with that first thrust. I tried so hard to maintain control, but she makes me lose it. Everything surfacing when I’m inside of her. I predicted this. That once I had my first taste of her, I would become an addict. Irma is my drug of choice, and one that I plan to never quit or give up. The avarice I have for this woman, it makes me ravenous.

She’s finally warming up to me, and I don’t want it to ever end, but I know that as soon as I tell her about Matches, she’ll not only retreat back into her shell, she’ll hate me. I’m not ready to have to conciliate her all over again. Not when I now know what it’s like to have her.

I can’t have her hate me. I want a few more hours, a few more days like this. It won’t be able to last forever though. She’ll start asking to see him again, then I’ll be forced to confess. The more time I wait to disclose the information, the more exacerbating her reaction will be.

Knowing that I have many responsibilities that await me, even though it’s the day after my wedding, I groan a little. Wishing I could stay in bed with Irma forever and make love to her over and over. Pretending only she and I exist just for the day. When I’m with her, it sometimes feels that way. As if no one but her exists.

Another thing I have never done with another woman before was make love to her. Even with my first girlfriend who I thought I was in love with when I was a teenager, I didn’t give her any kind of passionate lovemaking. There wasn’t this fervid avidity I feel all hours of the day. I didn’t mention that to Irma last night when she asked if I was with this way with the women before her. I still don’t completely trust her yet, so there’s no way I can hand over my heart to her completely. Hopefully one day we will get there.

Love is a very powerful thing. When someone realizes they have such clout over you, it’s easy to use against them. Conduct you like a puppet master, manipulate you. Rip your damn heart out of your chest if they ever feel the need to. It both strengthens you like a mother able to lift a car to save her child, and also weakens you like it did to my brother when he lost his Emily. He was drowning in grief.

When I try to pull away from Irma ever so gently, she still stirs a little. Making a humming sound, she nuzzles her face farther into my side, and she tightens her arm that is slung around my torso. I can’t leave now. Just a few more minutes. A few more minutes to live in this fantasy that Irma cares for me and wants me with every part of her. Not just her body, but her heart too.

She stirs again, and this time she stretches her limbs and blinks her eyes open. Looking around, she seems relaxed and unbothered by the fact that she’s cuddled up against me for once. It’s always me wrapping myself around her backside.

The peaceful bliss she was just exuding quickly washes away and is replaced by horror. She sits up abruptly, and I watch as the skin turns pink on her cheeks and her chest. Her head slowly turns to me, and it confirms my fear. Last night wasn’t her finally caving or even warming up to me. She was drunk. I shouldn’t have taken her. I should have been more patient, had more self-control. I didn’t want her like that, but no matter how bothersome it is to me, I can’t regret it.

“Morning,mi esposa,” I taunt.

“Morning,” she murmurs, and turns away.

“Go wash up. I’ll have breakfast sent up,” I practically snarl as I stand up from the bed, not able to look at her right now. The way her body responded to mine last night and the look of regret she has today, it infuriates me. Makes me want to punish her. Put her on all fours and take her brutally from behind. Her pussy and her ass, even if she’s a virgin there. Remind her who she belongs to.

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