DESTINY ( ENGLISH )

I looked at him with a smile on my face for a few minutes before giving him a warm kiss on the cheek. 

"I've missed you so much, Amihan." He said passionately.  My rage and bitterness overflowed me after hearing his words. There was going to be no going back, ever, so I forced a smile. 

After putting him gently on the bed, I gave him a few minutes of intense kissing. 

"Would you please remove your ring? I don't have to feel bad about fucking you," I whispered sensually in his ear. I get pissed off when I see his wedding band or anything that makes me think of his wife. 

  

"Anything for you, darling." I struggled to keep a straight face as I secretly scowled at his comment.

I silently frowned at his comment and tried to maintain a blank countenance. With haste, he took off his ring and swooped down to press his face on my breast, which was already exposed due to my sleeves without buttons. 

I laughed sexily and pushed him away, saying, "Not so fast, MR." I enjoyed the desire I saw in his eyes. Everything was just how I wanted it to be. I wanted him to fall deeply and completely in love with me. 

"I can't hold any longer," Taking off his shirt, he sobbed.  His naked chest made me squirm because of how well-defined his body was. 

With a seductive "I'll just freshen up and join you shortly," I undressed my bra to give him a better look at my nicely sculpted breasts. 

"Holy shit!" He yelled at the sight of my boobs while I winked at him and walked into the bathroom. 

The idea of Karl Rodrigo being in the same room as me, and deep inside me all night, made me smile. 

I took a shower and got ready, while he waited for me in bed patiently. I was feeling polished, silky, and ready for some pussy licking, sucking, and kissing. He was so good at giving me kisses that made my heart race and judging by the way his wife constantly boasted on national television about how well he catered to her every need, I knew he was a genius in bed as well.

Months after their wedding, I kept a close eye on him and watched his interviews with his billionaire wife beside him, always bragging about how they loved each other and how infidelity wasn't possible. 

it wasn't a simple feat getting Karl Rodrigo to grace my bed. but my need for vengeance drove me to the limit to ensure that it was accomplished and a job crossed off my list.

I felt prepared for our passionate sex after taking one last glance at myself in the bathroom mirror.

Following months of online conversation, we had flirted at the airport when we saw a few weeks prior for the second time.

I had followed him ever since his pre-wedding photo appeared online, and the night before his wedding to his adorable wife, I had a one-night fling with him.

 Due to his love for his gold-digging, meticulous wife or his fear of losing her, he begged to stay anonymous. I agreed since she was the sole heir to a multibillion-dollar corporation, and all I needed was a way into his life to reclaim everything I had lost.

After leaving the bathroom, I dropped the towel and strutted around the room, teasing and enticing him with my curves. He played along. His telltale shift in the bed was obvious. He felt the impact. 

"Can I taste this goodness already?" he said,  

seeming like a defenseless kid. 

The clean purple sheets felt good on my skin after a steaming hot shower, and I snuggled under the puffy blanket. Satisfied with the feel of his smooth skin against mine, I positioned the entire length of my body against his and repeatedly rubbed my leg along his.

 He had boasted that he would give me a hard fuck the first night we were together in a room.

He vowed that I would have as many orgasms as possible, and then he would give me more than I felt that night before his wedding. 

The relentless pressure of his mouth on mine was mind-blowing. He was a good kisser, and I felt lost in his arms as he held me tight to his body, wrapping his arms around my back. His boxers were still on, but I could feel his hard cock against my lap. 

I couldn’t resist caressing his cock; I wanted to feel his hardness. The last thing I wanted was to catch feelings for him. He was a tool for my revenge plot, but for now, I felt the need to enjoy the moment. 

Grinding my vagina into his boxers, I teased his cock harder; this only resulted in my desire rising and more desperate to have him inside me. 

I couldn’t wait any longer as I could feel the adrenaline rush through my veins. I hurried down the bed and pulled off his one remaining piece of clothing and was bewildered at the view of his massive hard cock. Damn! No wonder his wife brags about him. 

I gently pushed him away and came on top of him, bent down, and took the tip of his penis in my mouth, licking and sucking just the end of him at first. I heard him groan quietly when my soft hands held his cock; it was fascinating to have him at my mercy.

"Shit!" He muttered under his breath as I sucked him intensively. 

The shock on his face was spectacular as I took his whole length into my mouth in one go. 

He moaned loudly and turned me over. 

His roaming hands entered my clit as he started to rub it gently. My fingers joined in as I taught him to rub at a rhythm I enjoyed. 

I moaned loudly as he inserted his cock into my vagina and gave me a passionate sexual feeling for about thirty minutes. He pulled almost immediately while I frowned. I wanted him so badly now. The splatter of liquid from his cum was audible over our heavy-breathe. 

"I wouldn't want to spoil this fun with an uninvited baby bump," He whispered while I giggled. 

"Now I need to get a cold drink to calm my nerves after such intense sex," He said as he stood up to wear his boxers and headed for the fridge. 

"Make it two glasses, please." I smiled at him. 

I quickly grabbed my bag and gulped the contraceptive pill as soon as he was out of sight.

 

My desire to punish Dalisay Gabriel harshly did not outweigh my want to avoid becoming her husband's baby mama. 

I would not want my ex-best friend's husband to be the father of my child.

 Having a child to deal with my chaotic life would be my worst mistake.