Chapter 192 A Tsunami

Chapter 192 A Tsunami
ALEXANDER POV

My breath was violently knocked straight out of my throat. For a man who built an empire on predicting every move of his enemies, I was left completely paralyzed by her sheer boldness. Alcohol is one fucking hell of a weapon.

She grunted softly as she turned us around with surprising strength, ending up on top of me. Her hands immediately went for my pants, fumbling with my belt. I caught her wrist lightly.

“We’re in your parents’ house, Ana. And you’re drunk,” Not that I gave a single flying fuck about Arthur and Alice listening through the walls-they could rot for all I cared but she was drunk. Really drunk.

She violently shook her head, her lips swelling into a heavy, pouty disappointment that threatened to shatter whatever sanity I had left. “I’m not really drunk… and I really need you.” she whispered, twisting against my grip, trying to fight her hands free.

“We can do it when you’re sober, baby. Right now you need to sleep.”

She shook her head again, eyes glassy but determined. A tear slipped down her cheek. “No, Alexander. I’m so horny… and I might chicken out again if I’m sober. Let me try… please.”

The sight of that tear instantly broke my hold. I let go of her wrists, my large, calloused thumb moving up to carefully wipe the moisture from her skin. The sheer vulnerability in her eyes was agonizing.

"I don't want to take advantage of you when you're like this, Ana," I murmured. Deep down, I was genuinely wondering how the fuck my brain was even capable of forming coherent sentences when every drop of blood in my body had completely abandoned my head to flood my pants.

She let out a tiny, breathless giggle that sounded devastatingly sweet. "You're not...I'm the one assaulting you right now."

When I didn't answer, she didn't waste another second. she grabbed the top of her strapless gown and pulled it down to her stomach in one smooth motion.

Fucking hell.

Her heavy, luscious tits spilled free — full, soft, perfect. Her nipples were already hard little rosebuds, begging to be sucked. My hands ached to grab them, squeeze them, bury my face in them. My dick twitched hard, leaking precum like a faucet. It was getting harder to think straight every second.

Slowly, deliberately, my wife reached down and grabbed my trembling hand. Her heavy, intoxicated gaze never left mine as she guided my palm upward, pressing it firmly against her right breast, squeezing it with my palm. The warm, heavy weight of her soft tit filled my hand, her stiff nipple pressing into my skin.

“Fuck, Ana,” I cursed, eyes shutting tight for a second. This is torture. Pure fucking torture.

“Stop fighting it, Alexander. You want me… and I want you. Stop being stubborn." She was still giggling, but her voice had gone husky with need.

She had no mercy on me. None at all. She couldn't possibly comprehend the sheer, agonizing restraint it took for a monster like me to lie perfectly still beneath her.

She let go of my hand, shifting her weight as she slid further up my chest. Her body draped completely over mine, the heavy, soft swell of her breasts pressing directly against my jaw, suffocating me in her scent.

Learn some fucking manners. Learn manners, Alexander. You don't touch a woman when she's had this much drink.

She's your wife. Fucker manners.

The unhinged, dark voice in the back of my mind screamed at me to forget the rules, and before I could stop myself, I licked her tit, dragging my tongue slowly over the soft curve before sucking her nipple deep into my hot mouth.

Ana let out a sharp, ragged moan that vibrated straight through my sternum, a sound of pure, unadulterated lust.

I shifted slightly, dragging my mouth to the other side, capturing the hardened peak between my lips, flicking my tongue over the stiff peak.

She arched her back shamelessly, crying out into the quiet bedroom. "Right there, Alexander... please...suck them harder" She pushed herself further into my face, and the exact second I tried to pull back to catch my breath, her fingers tangled tightly into a fistful of my hair, violently shoving my face right back into her skin.

I didn't want to hurt her. I didn't want to trigger a single dark memory or scare her after everything she had survived. If she wanted this breakthrough-if she was truly reclaiming her power-she had to be the one to dictate every single inch of the movement.

As if growing tired of my hesitation, she suddenly jerked her body upward, leaving my face starved for her touch. A wicked, knowing smile tugged at the corners of her glossed lips as she looked down at me,
realizing just how utterly tortured I was by her control.

"You are being a very bad boy tonight, Alexander," she murmured.

Her hands descended on my belt again, rapidly unbuckling it and tearing the metal tracks of my zipper apart. This time, I didn't even attempt to stop her. I simply locked my fingers behind my head against the pillows, my chest heaving as I watched her pull the fabric of my trousers and boxers straight down past my thighs.My thick, veiny cock sprang out, heavy and leaking, almost slapping her in the face.

“Ouu… long as fuck,” she breathed, laughing throatily as she wrapped her small hand around my shaft and started pumping me slowly. Her tits jiggled beautifully with every stroke.

“You’re so hard, Alexander. Why?” she teased, thumb swirling over the leaking head, spreading my precum.

“Don’t play with me, Ana,” I warned, but it came out as a groan when she leaned down and licked the precum oozing from my slit. Her warm, wet tongue felt like heaven.

She better not regret a single second of this in the morning, because I was entirely out of explanations to give her.

Suddenly, she let go of me, shifting her weight to stand up slightly on the mattress to rid herself of her own underwear. But the alcohol betrayed her balance; her panties caught at her mid-thighs, and she landed heavily back on her ass against my lap. She let out a sharp, annoyed grunt, adjusting her positioning until she was sitting flush against my stretched thighs, extending her legs straight out toward my chest.

"Suck my toes" she commanded, her chin lifting with a stubborn, dominant flare.

l arched a brow, a sudden spike of panic hitting my chest. I had absolutely no clue what the protocol was here. The absolute last thing I wanted was to cross a line. "I'm not supposed to be touching you like this, Ana."

She reached down, violently pinching my side until l hissed. "It's a direct command, Alexander."

Exhausted by the war in my own mind, I gave in. I leaned forward, slowly capturing her toes between my lips one by one, watching her expression change as a deep, shuddering moan escaped her lips, then pulled the rest of her panties down. “Remove it,” she said, motioning to them. Slowly, carefully not to touch her skin too much, I slid the material off her legs. When I looked up at her she was rolling her eyes at me.

Before I could even open my mouth to question her, Ana suddenly gripped my shoulders, hoisted her hips upward, and slid her pussy down onto my cock.

A violent, guttural groan tore out of the very depths of my chest. The sheer, overwhelming impact of her felt like a physical shock wave.

She was so incredibly wet—a complete, heated tsunami that wrapped tightly around me, stretching over my cock until every nerve ending I possessed went completely up in flames.

“You’re so big Alexander,” she whined, tears slipping down her eyes as she adjusted and sank deeper. My dick was ripping her cunt apart, stretching her wide. She braced her hands on my chest to hold on and I hissed at the contact. This woman was burning me alive.

And slowly she began to move, riding me, taking control like the therapist said she needed to, moving in a slow, agonizing rhythm that sent my sanity completely off a cliff. Every slick friction of her body against mine was pure, torture. I clenched my fists into the bedsheets, my throat burning as she moved-until suddenly, everything inside me locked up.

"Fuck... no!" | grunted, my entire torso going rigid as a violent, uncontrollable wave of heat shattered through my core.

The movement stopped instantly. The silence in the bedroom became deafening.

"Alexander...?" Ana whispered, her hazel eyes widening in absolute, stunned shock as she stared down at my frozen expression. "Did you... did you just cum?"

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I clamped a hand over my face, my chest heaving in utter, mortified disbelief. I had completely lost control inside her before she had even managed to take three full strokes.

(Author's note: Alexander whyyyy😂😂)