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Faye looks stunning tonight, and I regret not having looked closer at her for the entire day when she was upset. I’m sure she felt like I was treating her like an object before, and it can’t feel good to be ignored by someone who keeps insisting that he’s defending your honor. I should have been more gentle, more careful with her feelings. I’m lucky that she’s even willing to do this with me, whatever it ends up becoming.

I slide my hand under her shirt, feeling the silky warmth of her skin as her body grows hot with arousal. She’s so easy to tease like this, and I bring my hand up to her breast to rub her nipples through the thin bralette that she’s wearing. The material is satin, making my fingers glide over them as she presses herself into my hands. Her sweet little moans are making my dick rock hard, and I can’t wait to tear her clothes off and fuck her like I own her.

I pull the bralette down, exposing her breast to the cool air of the basement hallway. It’s kind of creepy in here, I’ll admit, but the darkness just makes me want to be closer to her. The whole reason she was angry at me is because I wanted her to feel protected, and now I’m going to make sure that she does one way or another. She might not know what it feels like, so I’ll just have to keep trying until she figures it out.

Her breath hitches in her throat as her nipples grow more sensitive. With the cold air around her, they’ve gotten even harder and easier to play with. I lean down, placing my lips on her left breast as I begin to lightly suck on it. The way her skin tastes is sublime to me, like her body chemistry was made for me and only me. I can feel that she wants even more, and while I’m not trying to get caught with my pants down in this place, I want her to know that she’s worth really putting in the work for.

She takes my hand and presses it against her pussy, and I can already feel the warmth of the wet spot on her panties. Knowing that she’s this horny for me is intoxicating to me, and I want nothing more than to taste her as she cums in my mouth. Feeling her gush all over my face a few nights ago before dinner made me feel things that words don’t do justice. I’ve never been more turned on by the idea of pleasing a woman while I receive nothing in return.

I move down to her hips, kissing deeply and with intent all the way as I make her squirm with the heat of my lips. She lets out another small moan, gasping as soon as she feels me approaching her pussy with my mouth. She’s so horny that the sensible good girl in her has fled the building, and she’s ready to debase herself for any bit of pleasure that she can hold on to. Seeing her become unruly and slutty has to be one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen before, and I’ll do anything that I can to facilitate it.

As soon as I taste her, she begins to writhe against me. She wants me so badly that she can’t even pretend to hold back, and that makes me feel like I have even less restraint. All I want now is to rip these panties off and fuck her mercilessly, even if someone did find us. I wouldn’t even stop if someone could see. Anyone who intrudes will be forced to watch her struggle not to cum as her eyes roll into the back of her head. I’d even go as far as to try to make her squirt, just for the visual.

I taste her through her underwear first, taking in the sweet musky scent of her pussy before I devour it. She presses her hips into my face like a greedy slut, throwing away any decorum in order to have her desires met. She’s becoming the perfect little plaything for me, and she doesn’t even know it. She would probably resent the fact that I’ve gotten her to behave so badly if she knew that this was my goal, but until then, she’s all mine. I’ll keep her here just by lightly rubbing my fingers over her hips if she ever tries to defy me. It’s so easy to arouse her.

“Can you suck my clit?” she asks, her voice so desperate for my touch already.

Without responding, I begin to suck on her lightly enough to elicit a response without allowing her to cum too fast. Now that I know how easy it is to make her orgasm, I want to drag it out as long as possible. I love the idea of her begging me to let her cum and denying her, but now might not be the best time given the circumstances.

So instead, I fight the war within myself. Do I want what I want, or do I want to do the right thing?

It feels like she’s getting close before I even have the chance to make up my mind. In that case, I guess she’s going to get whatshewants ultimately. She’s going to chase after that high until she’s secured it, and now I know just how to give it to her. The coy, demure girl I’d met at the hotel has transformed herself into a vixen of dark sexual energy.

She even places her hand on the back of my head, guiding me to an even more concentrated little bundle of nerves that she favors. She knows what she wants, and she wants it right now. If killing that man in front of her is what pushed her over the edge, I wish I would have done it sooner. I had no idea that watching me protect another woman would have this impact on her. I suppose she doesn’t see herself as human, or maybe not fully deserving of my protection or love. Now, it’s my job to change that at all costs, even if I must continue killing.

“Fuck, right there,” she moans just a bit louder than before. Her voice echoes a bit, and I’m partially excited for the fact that someone might just hear her if she continues. She’ll be even louder when she cums, and some unsuspecting person might just be lucky enough to catch her in the act. I’d give anything for the chance to show her off like that without repercussions, to really let her know how gorgeous I find her when she’s in the throes of her own pleasure. I’ve never met someone who had such a vice grip on my heart.

When her breathing picks up, I know she’s moments away. In order to intensify the experience for her, I slide two of my fingers into her dripping wet pussy as her knees begin to buckle. I’m prepared to catch her if I have to, and this time she doesn’t have the excuse of being in heels. She’d have a hard time convincing me that she isn’t just losing control because of how good this feels, and I’d love to see her try. Watching her blush as she breathlessly justifies the faltering of her own limbs would give me more satisfaction than I knew I was capable of feeling.

I press a little harder on the front wall of her vagina, and she nearly cries out right before her legs fail her. I hold her up against the wall as she collapses, allowing her to be weightless as the orgasm overtakes her. Her legs shake, and she nearly screams at the top of her lungs as I finger her harder. She might be blind from ecstasy now, and I wonder if that creates a flashing light behind her eyes even in this impossible dark. I taste her cum as it flows out of her, dripping down my face and onto the floor below me.

As soon as I feel like she’s ready to hold her own weight again, I get up from the ground and pull her skirt all the way over her hips. I drop her soaked panties to the ground, fingering her one last time before I pull my cock out and rub it on her pussy lips.

“Please don’t stop, don’t hesitate,” she whimpers.

I slide it in, pushing her up against the wall and reveling in the depth and warmth of her pussy in this otherwise cold, unfeeling hallway. She feels like home to me now, and I’m almost disappointed that we need to get out of here before we get caught. I want to linger here with her, suspended in space like nobody else exists.

She feels so fucking good wrapped around me. I start slow, building up the tension as she squirms against me. She’s dripping down her legs now, and her moans are so loud consistently that I put my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. I want to hear her more than anything, but I must suppress her. She’s losing control, and I need to be the one who maintains it. Perhaps this is the dynamic that we’ll have forever.

I pump my cock inside of her, lifting her up by her legs and pinning her to the wall as I keep her quiet. Her moans have turned to screams now, and without knowing the context of such screams, I would assume she was being stabbed to death. Being the only person who knows that her screams are a result of intense pleasure makes me feel like the most privileged man on earth. I’ve never met a woman whose sexuality was more genuine than hers, and I’m lucky that she’s chosen to share it with me.

I can feel myself getting close as the head of my dick hits her cervix, so I put her down and turn her around until she’s facing the wall. I bring her hips out until her back is arched, and she screams again the second that my cock slides all the way in. Grabbing a handful of her hair with one hand, I choke her with the other to keep her moans as quiet as possible. I need to finish before we end up getting arrested for public indecency, at least.

We move together with perfect rhythm, and the fact that she’s fucking mebackis amazing to me on its own. No woman I’ve ever fucked has been so enthusiastic about being with me, no matter how much she said she was. They’ve always used me as a masturbation prop, lying there flat on the bed without even reaching up to touch me. I’ve never felt more connected to someone than I feel right now.

My orgasm approaches, and I hold on to her as hard as I can before I cum deep inside of her - the mother of my child, the only woman I’ve ever loved.

28

Faye

We sleep in much later than usual, even after collapsing into each other on the train ride home. I felt so close to him in those moments in the hallway, like he was the only driving force in my universe. I felt like he was going to protect me from all harm, always, which is exactly what he wanted me to feel. Now I understand why it was so important to him to make me feel guarded by him. I might not be able to fully wrap my head around it, but I understand it better now. With time, it’ll get even easier.

In the dim light of the bedroom, Aleksander holds me close to him absently as he sleeps. I love the warmth of his body next to mine, and I don’t want him to let go of me. I wish I could stay suspended in this moment forever – no more Grisha, no more bratva, just two lovers in a bed together. It makes me wonder what Aleksander feels, if anything, while he’s sleeping. Is it selfish to hope that he’s dreaming of me?

After an hour of lying awake, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat behind me as he sleeps soundly, I notice that his phone continues to light up his side of the room. It’s plugged in on a bedside table, and usually he has it set to vibrate, but he must have set it to silent while we were on the train last night. I try very hard not to let it bother me – allowing myself to get upset over the settings on his phone feels like teenager behavior – but after three new messages, I’m tempted to investigate.

Could this be his mystery wife after all?

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