ログイン**ALEXANDER**
“Alexander,” she whimpered. I kept thrusting in and out with my tongue, then went back to sucking her clit until she finally came on my face, screaming my name. Her face lazily turned looking down at me. Her lips were parted; her breathing was out of control.
“You taste so good, Emily.”
I got back up on my feet and picked her up. Her legs crossed around my torso; I was going to kiss her, but I stopped. The intense look she was giving me was enough to make my legs feel weak. I managed to locate the bedroom with my eyes still on her, and I gently dropped her onto the bed.
“Your turn,” Emily said.
Her eyes fluttered up to meet mine, then to my dick, which really needed some sort of release.
“You don't have to, Emily.”
“I want to.” She bent down to my dick level. Her hand went to my shaft and began stroking it through my clothes very gently. Her soft touch was enough for a groan to escape my lips. My hand grasped her chin, and I brought her lips to my boner, where she placed a soft kiss on it. It was enough for butterflies to brush against my stomach. “Ahh, fuck.” Everything this girl was doing seemed so gentle, so serene, so pure. Slowly, I let go of her chin, and she proceeded to pull down my zipper and unbuckle my belt until my trousers were on the floor. Then she proceeded to pull down my boxers, and her eyes widened in disbelief. “I'm supposed to take all that?” she gasped, looking up at me. “It was a nice confidence boost.” I didn't respond; I just looked at her with a warm smile, like a pussy-whipped fool.
She just sighed, looking back down at my dick. Her hand rose up to grab hold of my dick. Though she did the bare minimum of just touching it, it felt so magical to me; I couldn't quite get enough of this girl. Her hand added motion, and she began rubbing back and forth repeatedly. While I couldn't take my eyes off her, I grabbed hold of her hair. It was so soft, like silk. Her hand slipped from my length, just as I had wanted, and I pushed my dick into her mouth. Emily widened her eyes and stared back up at me. “I want your eyes looking at me at all times,” I informed her. My grip on her hair increased as she kept sucking me. I could feel myself reaching my limit. “Fuck,” I groaned, rolling my head back. I let go of her head, signaling that I was about to cum, but Emily's mouth went all the way, deep-throating me, which shocked me; I thought she wouldn't want it in her mouth. Without a second thought, I released my cum into her mouth, and she swallowed, making a smirk appear on my face.
I pulled my dick out of her mouth, and a small cough escaped her lips. “You're being such a good girl,” I said. I took off my coat and my shirt; I was now fully naked.
“Take yours off,” I informed her, walking towards the bedside table. I opened the drawer for a condom I had previously put there.
When I turned around, she was fully unclothed like me. She looked a little more shy now, so I gave her a reassuring kiss on her forehead. “Having doubts?”
“N... No. No,” Emily stammered.
“You can always say no, Emily,” I smiled.
Emily shook her head. “No, Alex; I want to do this,” she assured me.
"Lie down, your back on the bed now," I commanded; "I can't wait any longer." I took the condom, ripped it open with my teeth, slid it on, and angled myself in between Emily's thighs. I began kissing her shoulder, her neck, and her cheeks until I made my way to her soft lips. My eyes stared into hers, and a smile appeared on her lips.
"I'm ready," she said.
With that said, I pushed myself into her soaking pussy, her wet juices all over the tip of my dick. I thrust very slowly, not wanting to hurt her just in case, she hadn't done it before, so I had to take into consideration that if it was her first time, it could hurt a little. With every small thrust, a moan would escape her mouth. "It's music to my ears."
Her hands made their way around my neck and began digging her nails into me. I didn't mind it; I quite liked it.
"Could you not go the whole way?" Emily moaned out in desperation.
I just chuckled. "Baby, I'm barely halfway in." Her eyes widened, then she looked down at our joined bodies.
"Oh," she mumbled, embarrassed. "Is it too much for you?”
“No! Keep going,” she smiled shyly.
“Fuck, Emily, you are so tight.” I buried my face in her neck and began kissing her warm, soft skin, which only added to her pleasure.
“Ahh, Alexander,” Emily gasped, gritting her teeth. Her walls tightened around me more than before. I continued my pace, moving in and out of her; her walls clenched around my dick.
“Alexander... I... I think... ahhh, Alex, I'm...”
“Shhhh, I know… I know, baby. Come for me.” Reaching for her sensitive clit, I rubbed it while ramming into her now. Emily let out a painful cry as she came apart, dripping and coating my length.
“Fuck,” I tightened my grip on her hip bone. I began fucking her hard and fast. With a heavy breath, I started shooting loads of cum inside the condom.
“Fuck, Emily.” My hands gently moved away from her neck, and a smile appeared on my face. My eyes scanned her beautiful body, and I quickly looked away. I didn't want to get hard again. Her elbows made contact with the bed.
“I will clean myself and leave now if you want?” Emily said. My eyes widened in confusion and panic. “Why would you think I'd want you to leave?” She didn't say anything; she just stared back at me. “I’ll clean you up, just wait here,” I mumbled, withdrawing from her hole, getting off the bed, and walking to the bathroom. I firstly wiped my shaft, seeing a tiny bit of blood on it. “Fuck... did I hurt her?” Getting some clean, wet clothes, I walked back into the bedroom to see her still lying down. I made sure to clean her up completely. Lifting her up to dispose of the bed sheets, I noticed a stain of blood on the bed. I glanced over at her to see her reaction. “Is that your first time?” I asked once again, wanting to know the truth.
EMILY, HANNAH…Alex fell silent. For several seconds, neither of us spoke. Everything he had just told me about our past seemed to hang heavily in the air between us.Our past.The words still felt strange.Impossible.I had spent months believing I knew who I was. Believing I knew where I belonged. Believing I knew the people who had saved me, protected me, and given me a life after I woke up with nothing but an empty space where my memories should have been.And now Alex had shattered all of it.My mind refused to accept any of it.I stared at him, searching his face for a lie.Anything.One contradiction.One hesitation.One tiny crack that would prove he had been manipulating me.One reason to believe that everything he had just told me was an elaborate lie designed to make me turn against Roman and everyone else.But I couldn't find one.Alex looked exhausted.Not angry.Not triumphant.Not like a man who had finally gotten what he wanted.He looked broken.As though telling me t
EMILY, HANNAH...Alexander's voice became quieter. “The drugs aren't simply treating your headaches.”My stomach twisted.“What are you saying?”“They're affecting your brain.”I stared at him.“No.”“The medication suppresses neurological activity connected to memory formation and retrieval.”My breathing stopped.“That's why I can't remember.”He nodded.“It's not just because of the coma.”I stared down at the report.“Then what is it doing?”“Keeping you from remembering.”My hands began to shake.“Dr. Harrison told me they were for my headaches.”My voice cracked.“He said I shouldn't force my memories.”“He was right about one thing.”I looked at him.“You shouldn't force them.”“Then why?”“Because the medication was making sure you couldn't recover them naturally.”Tears burned behind my eyes.“So every time I thought my memories were gone…”“They were being suppressed.”I stared down at the report.The room suddenly felt too small.Everything I believed about my lif
EMILY, HANNAH…The first thing I felt was pain. A dull, throbbing ache pulsed behind my eyes, spreading slowly through my skull. Then came the heaviness,my entire body felt weak, as though I'd been asleep for days. I slowly opened my eyes. A ceiling stared back at me. White. Unfamiliar. For several seconds, I simply lay there, staring at it, trying to remember where I was.Then everything came rushing back.The accident. My breath caught. I remembered the accident from a year ago. Someone was beside me in the car. I remembered the sound of metal crushing against metal. The glass shattering around me. The pain. The panic. I had tried to move. I crawled out of the crushed car. I had wanted to call for help.And then, nothing.Everything had gone black.But now I remembered something else.Someone had hit me from behind.My heart began pounding.Fuck.Alexander.My eyes widened.I immediately pushed myself upright.Pain exploded through my head.I gasped and pressed a hand against my temp
EMILY, HANNAH ... “NO!”The car swerved violently. The steering wheel twisted beneath his lifeless hands. The vehicle left the road.Trees rushed toward us. “Fuck!”The car slammed into a tree, the impact threw me against the seat.Glass shattered.Metal groaned. For several seconds, everything went silent. My ears rang. My breath came in ragged gasps.Slowly, I opened my eyes. The driver was dead.Blood covered the front of the car. And then, Something flashed through my mind. A road. An impact. The violent screech of twisting metal.Glass exploding around me. A man's voice. A scream. My scream.My head suddenly throbbed. I gasped and grabbed my temple. The pain came without warning. Sharp. Brutal. It felt as though someone had driven a blade straight through my skull. “No…” I squeezed my eyes shut. My heart hammered against my ribs. I reached beneath my coat and pulled out my gun. My vision blurred. I tightened my grip.The moment I pushed against the door— Gunfire erup
EMILY, HANNAH The dining room was unusually quiet that morning. Sunlight streamed through the enormous windows, spilling across the long mahogany table and catching against the polished silverware. The soft clinking of utensils seemed almost too loud in the silence. I sat beside Mikhail, barely touching my breakfast.My mind was still somewhere else.Back in my room.Back with Roman's words.Don't trust Alexander. I hated that the more Roman told me not to trust him, the more questions seemed to rise inside me.Across the table, Roman calmly lifted his coffee cup. “I need you to know something, Mikhail.” Mikhail looked up. “Yes, Father?” “You'll be traveling to Florida today.” Mikhail nearly choked on his coffee. “What?” Roman didn't even blink. “Your private plane is already waiting.” Mikhail slowly lowered his cup, staring at his father in disbelief. “You're telling me this now?” “I didn't see the need to tell you earlier.” “Father, you couldn't have told me yesterday?”
EMILY, HANNAH The next morning, I woke up before sunrise. I hadn't slept much.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him.Alexander.Standing in the burning room. Blood running down his shoulder. His eyes locked on mine.And that voice...Emily.I sat up and pressed my palms against my face.“This is ridiculous.”I needed to stop thinking about him.Roman had given me a mission, and I had failed. That was what mattered.Not Alexander.Not his eyes.Not the strange ache in my chest whenever I thought about him.I got out of bed and headed for the bathroom, but stopped when I passed the mirror.I stared at my reflection.Dark hair falling over my shoulders. Pale skin. Tired eyes.I touched the glass.“Who were you?”The question escaped before I could stop it.Not Who am I?Who were you?The woman staring back at me felt like a stranger.“Emily Hannah Grayson.”That was the name everyone knew me by.The woman I was supposed to be.And apparently, Alexander knew her.Maybe better than anyo
EMILY GRAYSON'S The knock came close to midnight. Not loud. Not aggressive. Just three slow taps against the apartment door. The entire living room went quiet. The television still played softly in the background, but nobody was paying attention anymore. Lexi looked toward the door first, then Rap
***ALEXANDER ANTONIO'S**After dropping Emily off at her place of work, I didn’t head back to the office. Instead, I turned toward my warehouse. There had been whispers, quiet ones. A side operation was growing bold under my nose: prostitution. Girls taken, used, and sold like inventory.
***EMILY'S GRAYSON'S***I found my apartment door unlocked, which immediately set me on edge. I clearly remembered locking it before I left—and it wasn’t Lexi. I had texted her on my way home; she was still with Haze. I hesitated outside, debating whether to go in or not, when the door sud
***Alexander Antonio's.*** (Mature Content 18+) I had always been uncertain about the precise reasons behind my attraction to women with brunette hair. To be honest, I had never considered it a preference of mine—if anything, I tended to gravitate towards blondes. Yet, this evening proved







