WARNING: This chapter contains mature content. Please read at your own risk.
SASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW
My heart hammers against my ribs, so hard I swear it might burst through my skin. I'm rooted to the spot—or rather, to him—with no idea what move to make next.
I'm kneeling over Angelo, who's slumped against the wall, his broad shoulders propped back as I hover above him, my hands gripping his biceps. Being taller than him means I'm looking down, while he stares up at me, his palms settled firmly on my hips.
"W-What do I do?" My voice comes out shaky, barely more than a whisper.
Because that's all he'd said—Get on top of me—and then gone silent. I want to poke his eyes out, the way he just keeps staring, not a single word to guide me.
"I don't know, you figure it out."
My jaw drops. Jesus Christ! This man is going to give me a migraine, I swear.
"Really now? Maybe I should just bash my head against yours until we both pass out and call it a night." I lift an eyebrow, trying to sound sharp even as my hands tremble.
He lets out a low chuckle, then eases me down just a fraction more—and I feel the hard, thick ridge of him pressing against my core.
Heat floods my face at the shock of pleasure that zips through me. I bite my lower lip, utterly lost for how to react.
"How 'bout… you bash those lips of yours against mine instead? We can both lose our breath together." His voice is velvet and sin, and his fingers squeeze my ass hard enough to make me gasp.
My grip on his shoulders tightens; my legs feel like they might give out. What is happening to me? It's like my soul is trying to leap out of my body. Why does Angelo have this effect on me?
"You…" I narrow my eyes at him. "Tell me the truth—are you a devil?"
A smirk tugged his lips. "Why? How did you come up with that question?"
"I don't know—you have some kind of power over me!" I can't help but laugh, even though the thought I'd tried to keep to myself just slipped out. "It's like you magnetized my panties right off—they fell down."
Oh god. Was that cringey? I want to howl with laughter, but he doesn't even crack a smile. Instead, his expression hardens, his gaze locking on mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch.
"You're right… I'm a devil, Sasha." His gray eyes hold me captive; I can't look away, as if I'd be foolish to try.
"I'm a devil, for I am going to ravage and thrust my hard shaft inside of you until you pass out and won't be able to walk tomorrow."
I'm not stupid—I know what he means. But what I don't understand is why my body ignites at his words, like a match to dry kindling.
"Do you want to be a sinner, with me? Wife…"
I bite my lip so hard it stings, then punch his firm chest.
"I-I think so—ahem!" I draw a deep breath, my cheeks burning. "Y-You're not even my husband… but f-fine! My panties say yes—I mean, I say yes—"
I don't get to finish. His mouth crashes down on mine, hot and hungry. My eyes fly wide open for a second before fluttering shut, surrendering to the frantic press of his lips against mine.
Never in my life did I think I'd end up like this. I'd sworn off marriage entirely, set my standards so high I'd never have to face it. But fate must be playing a joke on me—here I am, tangled up with a man who checks every single box I ever made. I haven't confirmed it, but I know he's wealthy; no ordinary man could carry himself like this, or have skin so smooth despite the scars and marks that cover his body. Hell, his face is softer than mine!
"Uhmmp!" I cry out as he bites my lower lip. I taste blood, but it only spurs us on, our kiss growing more desperate by the second.
His right hand begins to glide up my body, slow as honey. Every brush of his palm against my skin sends shivers of pleasure and longing through me.
He slips his hand under my shirt while his other stays anchored on my hip, guiding me into a slow roll against him.
"Mmph! Hmmm…" Moans escape me as I feel him press against my most sensitive spot, perfectly aligned even through our clothes. The sensation is so sharp, so good, I can't stop myself from arching into him.
Oh Lord! It feels so incredible I think I might black out. And the weirdest part? We've been kissing for ages, but I don't feel the least bit breathless.
"O-Ohh!" I tear my lips from his with a gasp as he pulls me down hard against him.
His rigid length presses directly against my core, still hidden beneath his pants but impossible to ignore.
I cling to him, burying my face in his chest. My body is shaking, and something warm and wet seeps out between my legs.
I half want to call on every saint and prophet I know—this feeling is so foreign it scares me, like a poison that feels too good. Please tell me this won't kill me. Hehe… probably not.
I stay tucked against him, my fingers wrapped around his rock-hard biceps. Good god—if he wanted to, he could strangle me with one hand.
"You okay?" he asks, his voice rough.
I let out a long breath before lifting my head to look at him.
"I-I think I peed myself." I admit it in a whisper, my face burning with shame.
What else could that wetness be? I bite my lip and glance away, catching him fighting back a smile. He must think I'm disgusting—he'll probably stop now.
Without a word, I scramble to my feet, ready to run, but he grabs my wrist and tugs me back. Before I can react, he shifts us, and I think I'll crack my skull on the floor—until his palm cups the back of my head, cushioning my fall.
My heart races as he presses close, his body now covering mine. One of my legs is draped over his thigh, and his arm is braced beside my head.
Heat floods my cheeks at how intimate we are. I open my mouth to speak, but he cuts me off.
"That's not it… you've never done anything like this before?" He presses his forehead to mine, his breath warm against my skin.
Embarrassed as I am, I nod. "Y-Yes."
"Hmm…" My eyes widen as I catch the glint of pleasure in his gaze.
My inner self screams—What?! Is he happy because he'll be my first? I start to giggle for no reason at all. He's happy!
"Are you ready? Do you want to know what that wetness was?" He asks, his voice low and gentle.
"H-Huh? How?" I frown, confused. Why won't he just tell me? "Because it had to be pee!"
He smirks. "No love… it isn't." With that, he moves his hand from behind my head.
I'm flat on my back now, my leg no longer draped over his—but I feel him lift my legs suddenly, and I nearly bolt upright in shock.
My eyes go wide as saucers. One of my legs is over his shoulder, his fingers wrapped around my thigh, while he readies the other.
"W-What are you doing?" I ask, panic fluttering in my chest.
His brow quirks, his head tilting slightly. "Hmm? I'm going to have my dinner."
"H-Huh? I'm not food!"
He laughs softly. "You sure are, love…"
My entire body flutters at the pet name. If he were closer, I'd hit him—love? Really?
I snap back to reality at the sound of fabric tearing. My eyes fly to him, then to my lower body—my favorite waffle shorts and panties are in shreds.
"Son of a bitch—" I gasp, tears pricking my eyes. "I loved those shorts and panties!" I whisper-shout at him.
He doesn't answer—instead, he lifts my torso until I'm propped up on my elbows.
I have no idea what he's going to do—but I think I know what my friend Andeng and her husband Junior get up to at night. Does that mean I'll scream too?!
My thoughts are cut short as my body jolts, a jolt of electricity shooting through me.
A-Angelo! He's… he's kissing me down there.
Oh my god—I haven't even shaved!
"A-Angelo—ohh!" I can't speak properly, my lips trembling as he keeps going, his mouth working against me.
"O-Ohh! I'm dirty!" I try to push him away, but he doesn't stop.
I bite my lip and close my eyes, giving in to the feeling.
Oh no! What if my cl*t bursts against his teeth? That would hurt!
I try to think of anything else, but I'm already losing my mind.
"Ahh! Ohh! Hmmph! Hnngh! A-Angelo! Oh god—ughh?!" Moans tumble from my lips as his tongue teases my cl*t, then laps at my entrance. I don't know where to look, tears spilling down my cheeks from sheer pleasure.
What if we go to hell for this? Isn't this a sin?!
My arms give out, and I collapse back, covering my mouth with both hands so Andeng and Junior won't hear me.
I can hear him tasting me, and when his tongue slides inside me, my eyes nearly roll back in my head.
"Haaah?!" I cry out loud, shocked and overwhelmed by the sensation.
I must be going crazy. What if my grandma is watching from heaven?
Huhu, sorry grandma! It just feels so good…
His tongue moves in and out, firm and deliberate.
"W-Wait! I have to pee!" I try to sit up, but I can't move in this position. He looks up at me—and his eyes flutter shut, like he's enjoying this as much as I am. Is it really that good?!
I have no choice but to give in, letting the strange, wonderful feeling wash over me. After a few more strokes of his tongue, a tightness builds low in my belly.
I really do have to pee!
I'm crying now—he won't listen to me. So I clamp my hand over my mouth and let it happen—and once again, something warm gushes out of me.
It's so much. I don't know how I'll face him now, but curiosity gets the better of me, and I open my eyes, gasping for breath as I look at him.
Our eyes meet, and he grins, slow and satisfied.
He lowers my legs slightly, pulling his tongue out and showing me what's on it—my own slick, milky arousal dripping down his chin.
He looks so handsome like this. Then he slides his tongue back in his mouth, swallowing every drop.
"See? That's not urine… that's your cum, wife."
Son of a—Lord! Why does that make me want to melt?