WARNING: This chapter contains mature and detailed content. Please read at your own risk.
SASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW
Silence stretches between us. We hold each other's gaze, neither of us moving to speak first.
He stays exactly where he is—his face pressed against my chest, still hidden beneath my bra. My breasts are full enough that they must feel like soft pillows against his skin.
He's not satisfied to stay still. He starts kissing me there, slow and deliberate, and I shiver as I think about the "reward" he mentioned earlier.
"Uhmmm…" I moan as his lips close around one nipple through the fabric, leaving small purple marks in their wake. They're not too big, but they're unmistakable against my skin.
I bite my lower lip, dizzy with pleasure and anticipation. I've been waiting for whatever he has planned, and knowing it's coming from him means I'll love it no matter what form it takes.
"Ah—uh... Where's my reward?" I find the courage to ask.
His smile widens and he pauses, pulling back just enough for me to see his face clearly. God, he's so handsome—I'm addicted to every inch of him.
I hope he feels the same way about me.
"It's down below but up."
My brow furrows in confusion. I sigh and pout at him, my frustration plain on my face.
"Are you trying to give me a headache, Angelo? You always talk in riddles. My brain's already missing a few screws and now you're throwing more confusing words at me?" I gasp for breath when I finish—my words came out like a machine gun burst.
Whew, I'm winded. We're not even really married and he's already experienced my motor-mouth. Perfect—we really are made for each other, especially since he takes it all in stride.
"Pfft!" His laugh breaks through my irritation. He straightens up, no longer bent over my chest, and the world seems to stop turning at the sight of him smiling. He rarely laughs like this—I could stare forever.
I don't look away until he flicks my nose gently. He stops laughing and pulls me closer by the waist, closing the small gap that opened between us.
Naturally, my heart flutters and I bite my lip again.
Good god! Why did you make him this handsome, Lord? You must have a favorite—he has everything a man could want.
I'd keep daydreaming if I didn't suddenly feel him hard against the most sensitive part of me.
My eyes go wide and I stare at him like a child who's just figured out a magic trick. He's smirking again, one eyebrow raised high.
"Hm? Did you finally realize what your reward is?" His voice is like honey pouring over me—he was born to be on screen. Maybe I should be his manager?
"Tsk. Why are you zoning out again?"
I snap back to reality as he speaks right beside my ear, his breath warm against my neck. I shiver all over and press a hand to the spot where his lips almost touched, my face burning bright red.
"Stop teasing me!" I pout at him—even though he's not really teasing. Hehe.
"So? Do you want to claim your reward now? It's not good to keep it waiting." His playful tone makes my cheeks burn even hotter.
A flash of lightning cracks across the sky with a deafening crash, and I jump so hard my core presses against his rigid length.
"Ahck!" I gasp at the sudden jolt of pleasure, clinging to his shoulders in surprise.
"Your answer? Wife?"
Do I really need to hesitate?
Our house is fixed up now—no more leaks, no more dirt floors. The only thing missing is Burog, who still hasn't come home.
Lord, give me a sign… should I give myself to this gorgeous man again even though we're not really married?
It's like He heard me. Another bolt of lightning lights up the room, followed by a downpour so hard the wind howls through the eaves. We freeze for a moment and I feel the cold seep into my skin.
I look down at Angelo, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach. "G-Give me my reward."
"As you wish, Sasha."
I bite my lip as I slide off his lap and sit across from him, watching every move he makes like a kid watching a magician at a birthday party. The only difference is there's no wand appearing out of thin air—just his impressive erection standing tall between us.
My throat goes dry as he unzips his shorts and pulls down his boxers. I stare, stunned, as his length springs free—long and thick and fully aroused.
I swallow hard, finally processing just how big he is.
It's huge! Thick veins run along his length, and it's as impressive as every other part of him. He really is the complete package.
He spreads his left leg flat on the floor while his right is bent, his elbow resting on his knee as he props his chin in his hand. His left hand wraps around his shaft, stroking slowly as his gray eyes hold mine—they look like they could swallow me whole.
Strands of hair fall across his face, giving him the effortless poise of a fashion model. It's like he's posing for a shoot and I'm the only photographer in the room.
I've lost count of how many times I've swallowed watching him—there's no way I'm not head over heels for this man. God, I can't hold back anymore.
Maybe I should just stop wearing underwear altogether? It's useless anyway—one look at him and I'm already soaking through them.
"Just going to stare, Sasha?" His gaze intensifies. "It's waiting for you to suck it."
Ackkk! Angelo! Why are you driving me crazy like this?!
My heart pounds so hard I can barely breathe, let alone speak.
I swallow again as I fix my eyes on him. Will it even fit in my mouth? Last time I was too scared to try and found another way to please him.
But now? I have nowhere to run—and I'm genuinely curious about this reward. A part of me is already craving the feel of him against my tongue.
My body moves on its own. We're not far apart so I crawl forward until I'm close enough to reach out and touch him.
I brace one hand on the floor while the other tucks stray hair behind my ear.
My heart threatens to burst out of my chest as my face draws near—my lips almost level with the head of his cock. The position sends a shiver straight to my core, and I can't bring myself to look up at him. I'm completely hypnotized by him.
"W-Will it fit?" I whisper, and he answers like he heard every word.
"Of course it will."
I swallow hard. "I-I'm scared." My voice wavers as I sit up straighter, pressing a hand to my chest.
I meet his eyes and he must see the genuine fear there—he takes a moment to think before standing up.
"Wait." He walks to the black plastic chair in the corner and drags it over to where we are.
He's still fully erect as he moves, and the sight makes my mouth go dry all over again—he's standing tall and proud right in front of me.
"I don't want this to be hard for you. Sit here, Sasha." His words make my heart race even faster.
How sweet is that? My husband—well, Angelo—actually cares about me.
Naturally, I'm giddy with excitement as I take my seat, grinning to myself as my chest bounces with every movement. Can't help it—they're healthy and beautiful! Hehe.
I'm sitting there in my torn shirt, shivering from the cold but burning up inside from what's about to happen.
Angelo stands directly in front of me now, his cock at eye level. I swallow hard, nerves getting the better of me as I glance away to the side.
That was the wrong move—someone doesn't like being ignored.
The world seems to stop as I turn back to face him, but something warm and firm slaps against my cheek. My eyes go wide as I realize what it is.
I look up in shock—Angelo! He just slapped my face with his thick, hard cock!
I flinch as his gray eyes pin me down, cold and intense as he looks at me from above.
I haven't fully processed what just happened when he does it again, the sting sharper this time. It stays pressed against my cheek as I stare up at him.
"Focus, Sasha. I want all your attention on me."
I'm frozen in surprise, but his next words send a jolt of excitement through me I can't explain.
"You haven't even claimed your reward yet—but it looks like you're about to get a punishment instead?"
I finally feel the sting on my left cheek and come back to my senses.
I-Is this what they call… a slap of reality?!