Tue. Feb 13th, 2024

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_Episode 25_

Alex’s POV

 

“Who the f**k are you?” I asked apprehensively and rather rudely at the shirtless stranger in front of me.

 

The unknown man looped his belt through his loose fitting jeans and stared at me simultaneously with wide eyes.

 

He looked confused for a few seconds before answering. “Oh- uh, I’m Mason, who are you?” the boy asked, tapping his foot against the ground impatiently.

 

I scoffed the boy who looked to be only eighteen years old. Probably didn’t even know how to shave. I chastised inwardly.

 

“Mason? Who was at the doo-”

 

The young beauty whose presence I’ve been missing gracefully walked down the stairs, her feet lightly padding on the carpeted wood. She brought a manicured hand in front of her face, brushing her black locks from her slightly flushed cheeks.

 

“A-Alex?” she stuttered, staring at me confusedly. She absentmindedly tugged at the graphic shirt she was wearing, attempting to cover her bare legs. “What are you doing here?” she asked.

 

A few seconds had gone by and I stared at the shirtless boy and back at the shirt barely covering her sinuous figure.Β  I pieced the puzzle together in my head and a wave of jealousy instantly washed over me and I brought my hand up to my face, rubbing my beard with a sly grin on my face.

 

“You’re f**king him now?” I asked, leaning against the threshold with crossed arms.

 

I couldn’t help but discretely clench my fist together, slightly hiding them in the confines of my black leather jacket.

 

“I think I’m just going to go Gi. I’ll call to check on you later babe.” The guy whose name, I had come to find out was Mason, said, pecking her cheek. My eyebrows raised even more. By now rage had consumed me, replacing the blood pumping through my veins.

 

He grabbed a random shirt off the ground which I hadn’t seen before, slipping it over his body. “It was nice meeting you Alex.” The boy’s eyes glimmered in what looked to be… amusement? I nodded in his direction and he brushed past me, exiting the apartment and venturing off into a car that I hadn’t noticed was there when I arrived.

 

I stepped past the door, angrily shutting it behind me and walked past the girl who stood silenced in the hallway. I should’ve turned back around and left, but my pride didn’t allow me to.

 

“I know you didn’t just embarrass me like that in front of my friend.” She seethed, marching towards me. Her face held the nastiest look she could muster but even then she looked adorable.

 

Focus Alexander.

 

“We f**k friends now?” I asked, matching her anger.

 

Was I jumping to conclusions? Yes. Did I use this as an excuse to project all the anger I feel on the upset girl in front of me? Maybe. Was I mad at even the slightest possibility of a man who wasn’t me touching my girl? Absolutely.

 

“Say some bullshit like that again and I swear I’ll grab you by the balls and throw you out of my house.” Her voice raised a few octaves higher and I felt my rage go through the roof.

Did she really see no problem with this?

 

“You know,” I started, lacing my hands together behind my head as I made myself comfortable on her leather couch. I placed my legs on the wooden coffee table. I knew I was slowly but surely pissing her off. It was toxic and I knew it, but I wanted her to feel the anger I was feeling.

 

“I didn’t think you were one to mess around with multiple guys but I guess I don’t know you as well as I thought I did.”

 

If this was Sarah, she would’ve lashed out, thrown something at me or possibly attempted to hit me. Admittedly, the woman had never raised her hands to be. Today being the exception. Which is why Gianna’s reaction surprised me.

 

She laughed.

 

She f**king laughed at me.

 

And not one of those manic, evil laughs.

 

The sound was melodious. The beautiful noise echoed around the empty house. I tried to not let it affect me, but could slowly feel my anger diminishing. Although I stood my ground, not letting the irate expression on my face slip off.

 

“I don’t know what’s stuck up your ass today. But I’m not going to tolerate you barging into my house and being a piece of shit to my friend.” Ragged breaths were following shortly after the words tumbled out of her mouth.

 

“Friends, don’t hang around each other half naked Gianna. His pants were barely on!”

 

“He had just come out of the shower!”

 

“And how the f**k does that make it any better?”

 

At this point we were both screaming at each other, labored breaths filled the silence of the room.

 

“Because he probably wanted to smell good before going to see his boyfriend.” She let out a string of Italian profanities and I cursed inwardly.

 

His boyfriend?

 

“I don’t believe you. Why are you wearing his shirt then?” I challenged, smirking in satisfaction.

 

“This isn’t his shirt you stupid old man. I do own clothes. Haven’t you thought about that?”

 

I let the old man comment go. I wasn’t that old.

 

It all began to make sense and I cleared my throat. Avoiding eye contact and staring at the floor with fake interest. I was embarrassed.

 

“I’m sorr-” before I could fully complete my apology, she began speaking once again.

 

“And even if I was sleeping with other people. Why would you care? You have a wife last time I checked! I can f**k whoever I want!” she threw her hands in the air exasperatedly and looked over at me, awaiting my response.

 

Where did that come from?

I got off the comfortable seat and stalked towards her.

 

I locked eyes with the girl in front of me as she slowly backed against the wall. Our eyes stayed on each other as I reached her, grabbing hold of her neck, gently, but with a slight amount of pressure to make my anger known.

 

The flare of innocence she had left flashed through her golden orbs as she stared up at me, slightly confused but still confident in her rage. “You are mine.” I stated, growling lowly. “Mine to touch.” I reiterated my point by using my other hand to grasp the side of her hip. “Mine to kiss.” My lips traced a light pattern against the bare column of her neck. The feeling of her pulse accelerating went unnoticed. I felt slightly at peace again as soon as her scent penetrated my senses. “And most definitely mine to f**k.” I tightened my grip on the side of her throat and inwardly grinned in satisfaction at the shaky breath she had let out. “You hear that piccola?” I whispered, innocently nibbling on her ear.

 

My hand caressed her hip once more before following the curve of her waist and landing on her deliciously inviting ass. I grabbed it harshly and she bit her pink lip to avoid letting her moans slip out.

 

How dare she deprive me of the harmonious sound I hadn’t heard in way too long?

 

“I asked you a question.” My hand rubbed delicate circles onto her hot skin. She looked back into my eyes, the same fierceness swirling inside her brown pools. “Fuck you.” She sneered. And within seconds she had her lips on mine, ferociously kissing me. I couldn’t help but groan in pleasure at the feeling I had missed so much. I was so lost in the sensation of her body against mine, that I didn’t notice her hands harmlessly sliding up my torso and onto my chest only to disconnect our lips and forcefully shove me away from her.

 

I stared at her retreating figure in confusion for a few seconds before acting upon the situation. I grabbed the back of her hair that was tied into a messy ponytail and curled the locks around my hand, delicately but firmly pulling her to me, until her back was against my chest. I held her in my tight embrace for a few more seconds, tugging her head upwards using her hair that was still wrapped around my hands. “Well that was a little rude of you.”

 

“Let go of me.” She insisted, attempting to shimmy out of my hold, but it was no use. I would never let go of her. Both figuratively and literally.

 

“I think you know what happens to girls who have bad manners, don’t you baby?” my hand let go of her hair, instead trailing down her body and landing on her hips, pulling them into me.

 

Instead of answering me, like I assumed she would. The girl decided to roll her eyes at me. I shook my head and laughed at the tainted beauty in my arms.

 

“Wrong answer.” I murmured, letting go of her waist and instead sitting on the leather couch net to us. I grabbed her hand and she fumbled towards me. “W-what are you doing?” she asked, the ferocity that was once in her eyes was long gone. Replaced with confusion and a hint of excitement.

 

“Bad girls get punished.” I announced. Her eyes widened in realization and I wasted no time in draping her over my body, so that her ass was right in front of me and on display.

 

She was alluring, tempting and tantalizing altogether.

 

Gianna Vidal was my innocent temptation.

 

The Italian seductress gasped at the newfound position and I smirked in approval. I set my hand on her exposed ass and gently palmed the skin. Preparing her for what was to come.

“Count.” I instructed firmly.

 

“Count wha- ow!” she screeched.

 

The skin immediately turned red, my handprint already formed. I rubbed the area gently, attempting to soothe the sting.

 

“What did I just tell you?” I asked, harshly slapping the skin once more. I watched in awe as her ass rippled. My pants immediately became tight at the site.

 

“One.” She mewled weakly.

 

“Good girl.” I praised, reaching down to innocently place wet kisses on her reddened skin.

 

“Say it again. Please, say it again.” She asked in a reluctant voice.

 

I arched my eyebrow in confusion. “Say what?” I asked.

 

“You know what I mean.” She muttered shyly.

 

Realization instantly dawned over me and I grinned. “Does my baby like to be praised, hm?” I asked. Placing another slap onto her left cheek.

 

She hissed in pain and counted the second hit. “You’re always a good girl for me, Aren’t you piccola?” I asked.

 

“Yes.” She answered breathlessly, receiving another slap.

 

“Yes what?” I asked. Five.

 

“Si papi.”

 

I nodded although she couldn’t see me, satisfied with her answer. “I think that’s enough for today. Your legs are shaking.” I pointed out. “Did I hurt you too much?” I asked with genuine concern.

 

She shook her head and I sighed in relief. My fingers trailed down the centre of her panties, grinning at the wet spot under my fingers. My growing erection ached to be inside her once again.

 

Patience. I chastised myself. Let me have my fun.

 

I placed my thumb directly above the spot, lazily rubbing circles around it. Gianna purred in satisfaction. “You enjoyed it didn’t you?” I mused. She chose not to answer me, instead writhing in pleasure at the slight stimulation I was giving her.

 

“I guess I’ll reward you for taking it so well.” I flipped her over causing her to moan at the loss of friction. “Patience baby, Patience.” I whispered.

 

I lifted myself off the comfortable seat and kneeled at the edge of it. Pulling her legs towards me so her pulsing flesh was right in front of my face.

 

“I’d love to taste you but I think I’ll get to the point today yeah?” she nodded her head in agreement and I took that as my chance to slide her black lace underwear down her silky long legs.

 

I was met with the mouthwatering sight of her wet, dripping pu**y. Glistening in the pale moonlight. So delicious.

 

She was simply irresistible and I couldn’t help but drag my tongue along her pink folds. Almost moaning at the sweet taste. Her own whimpers could be heard, tumbling incoherently from her pink lips.

I decided to tease her more, lapping at her wetness and eventually sucking her pulsating clit into my mouth. My fingers dug into her luscious thighs, most likely leaving marks. But I wasn’t worried about it hurting her, I knew my baby liked it rough.

 

“You taste so good baby, so good.” I commented, before diving back into my favorite meal. A few minutes later I had spasming all over my tongue, hips bucking wildly, sweet whines flowed from her mouth. Her face was flushed red and she blocked my view of her by squishing my head in between her thighs.

 

I couldn’t take it anymore.

 

I stood up and unzipped the pants I was wearing, allowing them to drop to my ankles and provide me some sort of relief. My boxers followed suit and I almost moaned in relief when my finally free erection slapped against my abdomen.

 

I sat next to the pleasure stricken girl and locked eyes with her, motioning for her to come sit on me. It was one of my favorite positions after all.

 

She got up on shaky legs and I watched lustfully as her cum dripped down her thighs. My mind was instantly brought back to its place when I felt her hands on my shoulders.

 

I placed a delicate kiss on her forehead. “You ready baby?” I asked, receiving a slight nod. I lowered her down onto my pulsating d**k and almost climaxed right then and there.

 

I gave the poor girl no time to adjust. Immediately using her selfishly to satisfy my needs. Not the she minded, her approving whimpers egged me on more.

 

I raised the graphic tee over her head, throwing it somewhere in the room. I wasted no time in latching my mouth onto her hardened nipple, using my hand to fiddle with the other.

 

“Fuck yes, just like that.” She moaned absentmindedly.

 

I picked up my pace and was rewarded with loud screams emanating from her throat, feeding my already grown ego.

 

“Faster…please.” She begged. And what kind of man would I be if I deprived my angel?

 

I felt the tip of my d**k hitting her cervix with each passing moment and I cried out in an animalistic way.

 

“You feel so good bouncing on my d**k baby.” I praised, harshly slapping the already tender skin on her ass. She moaned in delight and I felt her deliciously clench around me. Letting me know that she was close.

 

I brought my hand down to where our bodies united and frantically rubbed her clit, wanting us to both reach our high at the same time.

 

With one last scream, she came all over my thick shaft and that was all it took to make me follow suit. Releasing ropes and ropes of cum into her womb.

 

She slumped against my chest, still pulsating around me. My hands instinctively wrapped around her back and held her against me in a relaxing embrace.

 

Holy f**k. I thought.

 

Although I knew it wouldn’t be rainbows and sunshine from here on out.

We had a lot to talk about.

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