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“What do you want?”
“I want to come. God, I need to come so badly.” Her gaze drills into me over her smooth shoulder. Reaching between her thighs, she splays open her slit and dips a finger inside. “Please,” she whimpers. “Your fiancée needs your cock.”
That tips me over the edge. With a husky snarl, I pull her down onto my cock and thrust up. She screams in pleasure as I enter her. Every movement of her tight insides builds the pressure in my core. Three pumps and she’s shaking, on the edge of orgasm. Reaching around, I make small circles with my thumb on her clit with one hand while my other hand grabs a handful of her tender breast.
She cries out again, leaning her weight on my chest as she comes. She’s loud enough that I expect her to have no voice tomorrow. Lost in the spasm of her own pleasure, she stops fucking me. But I won’t allow that. Holding her by her midpoint, I lift her up and down, taking control and forcing her to keep going.
Her shrieks crescendo from the rough impacts. “Arsen, oh, oh my God! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! “
Someone knocks on the door.
I ignore them, choosing to slam into Galina with a new wave of energy. The knock doesn’t come again. Galina’s eyes are closed, head thrown back in ecstasy as she loses herself in euphoria.
I’m balls deep when the first twitch happens. Shuddering, I speed up, chasing the delirious pleasure that’s right in front of me.
I’m having sex with a woman who once hated my guts. Maybe she still does, though I don’t believe it.
Because if she does, then she’s a damn good actress.
“Galina!” I shout her name as I climax, driving into her with a new burst of energy. Crushing her thighs in my hands, I hold her still on my lap while my cum floods inside her. Even when I’m drained, my shaft keeps pulsing, determined to claim her and mark her with my seed.
I should have used a condom.
But it’s a useless regret. It’s too late to fix anything now. And as she pants above me, her slick back rubbing against my chest, I know that I don’t want to change any of this.
If I could travel back in time, it would be to relive it, not alter it.
Catching my breath, I hook my finger under her chin. Galina’s eyes flutter when I turn her to kiss me. I’m finished, but I find myself idly playing with her breasts with my free hand. She bounces lightly, encouraging me. My softening cock starts to stiffen again in response to her eagerness, and she clenches her pussy around it as her hips start to grind again.
She wants more. My God, she’s insatiable.
I fucking love it. Her needs reawaken my own. I kiss her throat, drawing soft whines from her soul to her lips. Without a pause, Galina starts riding me until my cock is rigid again. My breath comes out in ragged gasps as my own previous pleasure is replaced with a new one unfurling itself from deep inside of me. She reaches forward in time with me, cupping my balls in her warm hands as I circle her clit with my fingers, drawing the shape of a G, like the letter of her name.
“Yes! Yes! Right there!” Lightning dances across our bodies, arcing from her body to mine through my cock as she uses me. Her toes curl, and with a loud tremulous scream, she cums as I empty myself for a second time inside of her.
Trembling in the aftershocks of her orgasms, she whispers nonsense until her pleasure fades. Only then do I carefully lift her off me. Laying her on the sofa, I sit on the floor beside her, panting.
Brushing my knuckles over her cheek, I drink in her features as she watches me. I count her eyelashes … I memorize the angle of her cheekbones … And I wonder if there’s anyone in the world who could ever hold a candle to her radiance.
Galina is perfection. In a few days, she’ll be mine.
But not really.
That realization drowns me in icy water. No matter how often we give in to our desires, all of this is a fraud. Ulyana can remind me all she wants about my past or Galina’s heart. But there’s nothing between us.
This is instinct … wet, hot urges.
Nothing real. Just temporary fun.
At least, that’s the lie that I tell myself as I wind her hair around my fingers. As she loops her hand in mine. As the diamond of her ring glints like a star.
I pretend that I’m fine with this.
Because what other choice is there?
It could be real. Oh, that wicked, tempting voice creeps in. This marriage is pretend. But nothing stops you from having a proper one. With time, maybe ... Maybe there’s a chance?—
No!
