WARNING: This chapter contains mature and detailed content. Please read at your own risk.
SASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW
I pout as I press my hand to my cheek—the one he'd struck with his length. My gaze stays locked on his, unwavering even as heat floods through me.
"It hurts!" I complain, letting out a long breath that catches in my chest. My skin feels like it's on fire and I can barely draw air into my lungs.
What is happening to me? I must be running a fever. Maybe it's hitting me early so I won't get sick after all this is done.
"Pfft—okay, sorry."
I pout harder, my brow furrowing in mock annoyance. Really? He's still laughing after apologizing?
I roll my eyes at him. "Oh wow! Thanks so much—you're so sincere." I say it like I'm angry, but the truth is I'm practically melting from how adorable he is.
Good god!
"Well then? Don't you think you should start now?"
My eyes snap back to him at the sound of his voice, and I swallow hard as reality settles in.
He stands before me, his erection still proud and rigid—right there in front of my face.
"I-I don't know how," I admit, my cheeks burning with shame.
I hear him chuckle softly. "It's okay. I'll teach you. I'll guide you."
I bite my lower lip—his voice is impossibly hot when he talks like that.
As I nod my agreement, lightning flashes across the sky again. I have no idea if heaven is approving of what I'm about to do, or if it's angry with me.
Sorry, Lord—I just can't hold back anymore. My desire for him is already too strong to fight. And it's not like it matters anyway—Angelo will be my husband soon enough—
My face burns even hotter at the thought. Am I really that presumptuous?
I draw a deep breath and let it out slowly before looking up at him again. He's still watching me, his eyes patient as he waits for me to make my move.
"I-I'll try," I stammer. Why am I so nervous? Who wouldn't be when something as big as their arm is about to go in their mouth?
Yes—he's that big. I'm not a heavy woman; I weigh barely fifty kilos. But even so, it's terrifying. What if I can't breathe with him filling my throat?
"Stop worrying so much, Sasha. You won't die."
"You promise?" I force a smile before letting my gaze fall to where he stands hard and ready.
"Hold it. Guide it close to your mouth." He gives the instruction and I follow it, my hands trembling slightly as I wrap my fingers around him.
I can't help but swallow again—even touching him makes me realize how large he really is. No wonder I was so sore after our first time together. This is what filled me completely.
I feel him pulse in my grip and my eyes widen in surprise.
So that's how it feels. What if I squeeze? Will it stop?
"Just imagine it's a lollipop. I know you've had those before."
I nod, though confusion tugs at me. His voice sounds different now—like he's holding back, every word deliberate and heavy with need.
But I push the thought aside and focus on what I'm doing. I want to please him. I want to give him something back for all the good things that have come into my life since he arrived here. Maybe he really is heaven-sent. Maybe he's an angel who fell right into my home.
I do as he says, leaning forward until my face is just inches from him. Without hesitation, I press my lips to the head of his cock.
It's soft and warm, and I taste a hint of precum as I kiss him gently. Then I let my tongue slide out, tracing slow circles around the tip—just like I would with a lollipop.
I start with small licks at the head before trying to take him into my mouth. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel like gagging—because I do.
I pull back quickly, stopping what I'm doing. Less than a quarter of him fit inside my mouth and already my throat is tightening, tears stinging the corners of my eyes.
I look up at him, my cheeks wet. "I-I don't think I can—he's too big!"
A smile plays at his lips as he kneels down, using his thumb to wipe away my tears.
"It's okay. Don't cry." His voice is gentle as he presses a kiss to my forehead.
"How about this? You lie down over there, and I'll take care of everything."
Relief washes over me. "Yes. Please."
I do as he says, lying naked on the mat as he'd asked. He's undressed too now, and I can't help but let my eyes roam over his abs—they look so good I could stare forever.
"Close your eyes, Sasha." He gives the order and I obey, squeezing my lids shut tight.
All I can hear is the rain pounding against the roof, thunder rumbling overhead as lightning lights up the room in flashes.
I'm lost in thought when I feel something warm press against my core.
"Haughh?!" I gasp in surprise and pleasure—at the same moment something pushes past my lips.
My eyes fly open to find exactly what I didn't expect: he's slipped the head of his cock into my mouth, even as his tongue teases me below.
Heat floods my body and I freeze for a moment, overwhelmed by the dizzying sensation of his tongue sliding against my most sensitive spot while I taste him on my lips.
We're positioned face to face now, my legs spread wide as he holds my thighs apart. He laps at me steadily, bringing me pleasure I've never known, while I tentatively run my tongue along his length.
My body shakes with every touch. I never imagined this would feel so intense—and every nerve ending feels alive and sensitive.
I stop moving my mouth when he slips two fingers inside me along with his tongue, and I clamp my hand over my mouth to muffle my moan. I'm trembling all over—not from cold, but from pure need.
"Ohh! I-It feels so good—haa?! A-Angelo! Hnngh!" I can't hold back anymore, crying out as he thrusts his fingers deep and fast, his tongue working me harder with every movement.
The pleasure is so intense I can barely think straight. I feel myself spiraling out of control until I feel my release building deep inside me.
"I-I'm coming!" I cry out as my body convulses, waves of liquid pouring from me as he continues his relentless pace.
"Aughhh!" I bite my lip as ecstasy washes over me, feeling him drink every drop of my release.
I'm completely spent, my limbs limp even though we're not done yet. After a moment he pulls away from me, and I lie there with my eyes closed, gasping for breath.
I must be losing my mind. Oh Lord! Am I going to hell for what we're doing? Please tell me there's still a chance I'll make it to heaven.
Grandma always said sex before marriage was wrong.
Fear grips me and the words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them.
"Should we get married?" My eyes snap open in shock the moment the words leave my lips.
My eyes go wide as I look at him—and he looks just as surprised, his eyes widening before he breaks into a smile and laughs softly.
"You're so cute, wife."
My cheeks blaze red and I sit up quickly, pretending I didn't just say anything at all.
Angelo moves closer to me, and I jump when his face is suddenly just inches from mine.
"W-What are you doing?" I whisper, embarrassed as he leans in deliberately close.
"Ahh?!" I yelp as he lifts me effortlessly, setting me on his lap so I'm straddling him—just like before, except now we're both completely bare.
"Hmmph!" I shiver as I feel him hard against my entrance.
Right—he hasn't come yet. Not once this whole time.
"Let me enter now. I can't hold back anymore." I can see the hunger in his eyes—he's not going to stop, no matter what I say.
I nod slowly, expecting him to take me right then. But instead he lets go of my hips and leans back against the wall, making no move to touch me.
"W-Why?" I ask, confused—and he just raises an eyebrow at me.
"Why what?"
"W-Why aren't you going inside me?" I ask, my voice nearly breaking with frustration.
Because really!
"Hm?" He pretends to think hard before giving me a cocky grin. He looks so handsome like this I can't help but bite my lip.
"Why don't you ride me instead?"
I gasp at his words.
"Ride me. Grind your hips, Sasha."