CHAPTER 80

CHAPTER 80
ALEC'S POV

I woke up to sunlight streaming in and warmth.

My eyelids were heavy, and I was still groggy with sleep because I had slept late. Long after Carla fell asleep last night, I stayed awake thinking of what we’d done. I knew how risky it was because I could see myself falling into her.

Now, as I roused from my sleep, she was all I could feel. She was burrowed against my chest, her ass pressed to my crocth and her hair in my face. She smelled of lavender and roses. I could eat her up, but I probably shouldn’t. Yesterday was exhausting for her because I didn’t take it easy. I let out years of frustration on her body when I shouldn’t have.
But she kept cumming and I couldn't resist pulling that look on her face over and over again. The way her lips curled in pleasure when her orgasm hits, it's ingrained in my memory yet I want to take her there every chance I get.

She was wearing my shirt, and it had slipped, giving me a view of her hips. Even now, I could see the bruises on her pale skin. In a way, it was satisfying to see my marks on her body. It was also depraved and deranged because Carla was not a woman who was owned. She belonged to no one but herself.
But last night, she let me touch her. Love her. Fuck her until the entire island knew my name. I don't own her but I knew no one would ever do that, cavemanly of me but that's exactly how I felt.

Her perky ass pressed against my crotch, worsening my morning wood, and I laughed softly because she was insatiable. Even in her sleep, she wanted sex, just like me.

I’d fucked her against the wall in the bathroom. Ate her out twice. Fingered her. Fucked her on her knees. Fucked her mouth until she cried. I’d fucked her in crazy ways, and it was why I couldn’t fuck her this morning. Her body was definitely sore, but she didn’t seem to mind because she was still rubbing her ass on my hardening cock.

“Carla,” I whispered, shifting my hips away.
I don't think I will be able to stop myself from taking her again if she keeps doing that.
And I need her to rest, I'd been too rough.

She turned around and looked at me. Her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes were heavy with sleep. She barely ate anything last night. I needed to make something for her to eat, but she had other things in mind.

“Hi.” She smiled at me, and I exhaled, my heart pounding out of order, “Hi, Carla.”

“You called me malyshka last night. What does that mean?” She whispered, smiling widely.

For a second, I stilled. Malyshka was an endearment in Russian. It was also very personal. I never realised I did.

“You can explain it to me while you fuck me.” She decided, and I kissed her, knowing this was a fight I could never win.
But I could control the pace at least, be as gentle as possible.

She groaned into the kiss, and I slid my tongue into her, loving the pure taste of her. My hands wandered as I kissed her. I slid off her thong and freed my cock.

“Fuck me sideways,” She murmured against my lips, and I nodded, throwing one leg over my body as I fed my cock into her swollen pussy.

How on earth I thought I could resist her was ridiculous.

She grunted softly as I pushed into her, fucking her sideways. It was slow and steady. I grunted softly, pushing in and out of her. Her cunt was a vice grip around my cock. She buried her face in my neck as I pushed us closer to the edge. Her breast was right in my face. I clenched my jaw hard, trying to hold back my moans, but they spilt out of me.

Her pussy was so hot. I pinched her nipple, and she came around my cock, her walls rippling. She cried out as she came, and I tried to hold back, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. Gasping at the sheer pleasure, I came, spilling into her, and she moaned.

Her eyes widened and she whispered in horror, “Condom!”

Unfortunately, I was still cumming in her, and her pussy was still clenching against my dick.

“Al – Alec.” She groaned, pulling away from me, but it was no use. I had cum in her, and she was even leaking.

“Oh, fuck, fuck.” She whispered, and my heart pounded faster.

“I – Fuck, Carla. I thought – I didn’t think. I’ll get you a post-pill right there.” I jumped off the bed, my whole body shaking. It was hard to see if it was the aftermath of the explosive orgasm or her fear.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” She mumubled, her face pale as she buttoned the shirt, her hands trembling. She was not meeting my gaze.

“Just … stay here, I’ll get it. I’ll be back in ten minutes. I’m very sorry, Carla.” I said, dragging on my trousers.

“Calm down. I’m coming with you. I have an IUD, and this is just a precaution. We had a lot of unprotected sex last night, Alec. I can take the chances again. My hands are full.” She expressed, still looking pale.

I blinked in confusion, “Again? W – what do you mean by again?”

She froze and glanced at me, eyes wide. She looked petrified, which made me feel worse.

“W … well, you … you don’t want to be a Dad, right? I .. I meant I have my hands full already with my kids, and you have ... you have your bachelor lifestyle.” She stammered, avoiding my gaze, and I nodded slowly, my stomach sinking.

I had a bad feeling, but I just didn’t know what it was exactly. Something was very off. It was probably nothing.

“I’ll grab a quick shower, and then we leave.” She added and walked away.

I stood there for a second, confused as I wondered what had just happened.

Thirty minutes later, we found a pharmacy and I got the post-pill she needed. She took it immediately, on an empty stomach, which wasn’t good at all. I took her back home and made sure she ate to her fill.

We tried to go back to normal and acted like everything was fine, but it wasn’t. Something had changed. Ordinarily, I would think it was the sex we had that altered our dynamics, but it wasn’t just the sex.
And I hated not knowing what was wrong because how then can I fix it?