ログインAlexanderThe intimacy was almost too much. After five years apart, having her here like this felt surreal. Like I might wake up and find it was all a dream. I tightened my arms around her, pulling her impossibly closer. "You're really here," I said, my voice rough. "This is real." "I'm here." She cupped my face, her thumbs brushing my cheekbones. "This is real. I'm not going anywhere." I kissed her again. Hard, possessive, and desperate. She kissed back just as fiercely, her mouth parting for me, tongue sliding past my lips to tangle with mine. Her pussy clenched around my cock, and I groaned into her mouth. She swallowed the sound, her hips starting to move again. Small circular motions that made my cock throb. I gripped her ass, guiding her movements. Helping her ride me while our mouths stayed locked together. The kiss was messy and wet, all tongue and teeth and raw need. She broke away to gasp for air, but I chased her mouth, capturing it again. I couldn't stop. Couldn't g
AlexanderShe was shaking beneath me, her teeth still embedded in my shoulder. The pain mixed with pleasure, making my cock throb. When she finally released my shoulder, she collapsed back against the pillows, gasping for air. Her pussy was still twitching around me, aftershocks rolling through her body. I pulled out slowly, making her whimper at the loss. "Turn over." She looked at me through heavy-lidded eyes. "What?" "On your hands and knees. Now." Her pupils dilated. She bit her lip, then obeyed, rolling over and getting into position. I took a moment just to look. Her ass was perfect. Round and full, pale skin begging for my handprints. Her pussy was swollen and glistening, still dripping from her orgasm. I spread her cheeks with both hands, exposing everything. Her pussy clenched under my gaze, and she made a small, embarrassed sound into the pillow. "Don't hide." I squeezed her ass, kneading the soft flesh. "I want to see all of you." "You're staring again." "Because
AlexanderShe was right on the edge. I pulled away. "What? No!" She lifted her head, looking down at me with desperate eyes. "Why did you stop?" "Because I want you to come on my cock, not my fingers." "That's not fair." I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, then moved up her body. "I promise it'll be worth the wait." "I hate you so much right now." "You'll forgive me in about two minutes." I kissed her hard, letting her taste herself on my lips. "Trust me." She whimpered into the kiss, her body still trembling from being denied her orgasm. I could feel how frustrated she was, how much she needed release. I pulled back, kneeling between her spread legs. My sleep pants were tented obscenely, my cock straining against the fabric. "Take them off." Her hands shook slightly as she reached for the waistband. She pulled the pants down, and my cock sprang free, thick and hard and ready. Her eyes went wide. "I forgot how big you are." "You'll remember in a second." I stroked
AlexanderHer hips lifted off the bed, seeking more friction. "I don't want slow. I want you." "You'll get me." I moved my hand away, ignoring her whimper of protest. "After I've had my fill of looking at you." I moved back up her body, my hands roaming over her stomach, her ribs, her breasts. Mapping every curve and dip. Her breathing was ragged, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath my palms. I cupped both breasts through the lace, squeezing gently. "This needs to come off." "Then take it off." I reached behind her and found the clasp. One quick motion and the bra loosened. I pulled it down her arms slowly, watching as her breasts spilled free. Her nipples were already hard and begging for attention. I leaned down, taking one into my mouth without warning. She cried out, her back arching off the bed. "Oh fuck." I sucked hard, my tongue swirling around the peak. Her hands fisted in my hair, holding me against her chest. I switched to the other breast, giving it the sa
AlexanderShe kissed back with equal intensity, her mouth opening wider to let me in deeper. Her tongue met mine, tangling and fighting for control even as she submitted beneath me. The contradiction drove me fucking insane. My hands found her waist, sliding under the sweater to find warm skin. She gasped into my mouth when my fingers traced the curve of her ribs. "Cold hands," she breathed against my lips. "You'll warm them up." I kissed her again, swallowing whatever response she'd been about to make. My hands moved higher, pushing the sweater up as they went. Mapping every inch of skin I could reach. She arched into my touch, her body responding even as she kept kissing me. Her hands moved from my shoulders down my chest, nails scraping lightly over my abs. "Fuck," I muttered against her mouth. "Problem?" "You're distracting." "Good." Her nails scraped harder, just enough to sting. "You deserve to be distracted after all that emotional torture." "Emotional torture?" "Mak
Alexander"Yeah. You're getting off easy here." She poked my chest hard enough to sting. "If you'd actually seen that message and ignored it? If you'd consciously chosen to abandon me when I was carrying your child? I'd have destroyed you. Made you suffer in ways you can't even imagine." "I believe you." "You should." Another poke. "I can be terrifying when I want to be." "I've seen glimpses. It's hot." "Don't try to deflect with compliments." "Not deflecting. Just stating facts." I caught her hand before she could poke me again, bringing it to my lips. "You're scary and hot, and I love both sides of you." She huffed, but I felt her soften slightly. "You're still an idiot." "The biggest idiot in the world." "And you made me suffer." "I know. And I swear to you, I will never make you suffer again." I kept her hand against my mouth, kissing each fingertip. "I'll spend the rest of my life making sure you're happy and taken care of. That you never have to question whether I want
MadisonI went to the pantry to make his coffee, and my movements were mechanical. As I waited for the machine to brew, I replayed our conversation in my head. Had I made a mistake? Was I overreacting? No. I was protecting myself. If Alexander truly cared about me, he would have fought harder to k
AlexanderI stared at the door Madison had just walked through, an unfamiliar heaviness settling in my chest. Her words echoed in my head: "I think we should end the arrangement." What the hell had just happened? I leaned back in my chair, trying to make sense of it. One minute, we were discussin
MadisonI immersed myself in the Manhattan Project for the rest of the afternoon, grateful for the distraction. Most of the team had left by six o'clock, but I remained, reviewing contractor bids and material options. My phone buzzed with an email notification. From Alexander.To: Madison Harper
Madison"Your shoulders are rigid, your jaw is tight, and you've been chewing your bottom lip since we left the gala." He stepped closer. "You're not tired. You're overthinking." "I'm not overthinking," I insisted, taking a step back to create some distance between us. "I'm genuinely tired, Alexan







