Chapter 193 Husband and wife affair

Chapter 193 Husband and wife affair
ALEXANDER POV

The silence in the bedroom was deafening, heavy with a mortifying weight I hadn't felt since I was an inexperienced teenager. I kept my hand clamped firmly over my face, my chest heaving as the raw reality of what just happened settled into the mattress of her childhood bed.

Ana stayed frozen on top of me, her hazel eyes wide, blinking through the alcohol-induced haze. Then, a slow, wicked little smirk began to crawl onto her face.

"Did the great, terrifying Alexander Miller just..." She trailed off, letting out a soft, breathy giggle that cut straight through my remaining dignity. "Oh my god. You did. You came fast."

"Shut up, Ana," | growled into my palm, my skin burning.

"Mr. Psychopath couldn't even last three seconds," she teased, her voice dripping with an intoxicating, heavy playfulness as she shifted her weight against me. "Should I call our therapist? Tell them we need a new strategy?"

"I haven't touched you in months, Anastasia," | snapped defensively, dropping my hand to glare up at her, my jaw aching from how hard I was clenching it. "And you're a goddamn water park right now. It's like liquid fire. No man on earth could have held back."

She giggled, clearly enjoying my embarrassment. “Aww, poor Alexander. My big, strong husband came in two seconds because his wife’s pussy is too good?” She rolled her hips slowly, teasingly, letting my cum drip out around my still-hard cock. “That’s so cute.”

I groaned, half embarrassed, half turned on by her teasing. “Ana…”

It was the truth. The friction of her, combined with the agonizing months of forced distance and starvation, had shattered my usual ironclad restraint. I was humiliated, but under the embarrassment, a dark, primal heat was already surging back. My body wasn't done.
Not even close. Inside her pussy, the blood was already rushing back to my cock, thickening and hardening right back up inside her wet, tight cunt.

Ana's breath hitched as she felt the sudden, aggressive swell of my cock inside her. Her teasing smile instantly vanished, replaced by a raw, wild look of sheer determination. The playfulness was gone. The alcohol was still in her system, but something else had just taken the wheel-her demons.

"Good," she whispered, her voice dropping into a dark, gritty pitch. "Because I'm not done with you."

Suddenly, she slammed both of her small hands flat against my bare chest, pinning me down with surprising, desperate force. She locked her fingers into my skin, her knuckles turning white as she anchored herself to me.

"I'm the one in charge right now, Alexander.

Right?" she demanded, her voice trembling but fierce, staring directly into my single eye.

"Yes, baby," | strained, my hands catching her waist just to stabilize her as she began to move. "You're in charge."

"I'm the dominant one. It's me. I'm doing this to you," she asserted, and then she violently hoisted her hips and slammed herself back down onto me with a brutal, punishing force that made me groan out loud.

Her nails dug into my skin as she started riding me again — not soft, not gentle. Brutal. Her body was moving in a wild, chaotic rhythm that was less about pleasure and more about war. She was fighting. She was clawing her way through a mental battlefield, using my body as the weapon to tear down her walls right here in her parents' house.

She rode me harder, grinding her clit against me on every downstroke, her pussy creaming all over my cock. The wet, filthy sounds of her cunt swallowing me filled the room.

"It's me and you, Alexander," she cried out, her breathing turning ragged, almost breathless as she slammed her pussy down against me over and over, each impact harder than the last. "Not Steve, right? Tell me! Not him!"

The mention of that bastard's name in this room made my vision go entirely red, but I forced myself to stay still, letting her take everything she needed from me. "Never him, Ana. It's just me. Only me."

"It's you. You. You!" she screamed softly, her head tossing back, her long brunette hair whipping around her shoulders as she kept riding me with everything she had in her. She was pounding against me like she was trying to physically dent the mattress, trying to forcefully erase every single ghost, every lingering shadow, and every foul memory of the trauma that had stolen her peace. She was rewriting the narrative with aggression, claiming her body back right in front of my eyes.

She was so fucking wet — dripping down my balls, making a mess on the sheets. Her pussy was gushing with every brutal slam, the obscene wet slapping sounds getting louder as she fucked me harder.

“Fuck— I’m in charge,” she whimpered, nails digging deeper into my chest. “Me. Not him. I have control over my body, right, Alexander?" The trauma was clear in her eyes right now and God knows I would remain like this for the whole night if it got to make her forget.

"Yes, baby, you are. Do whatever you want to me." Her pace became frantic, desperate, squeezing my dick so hard, it almost knocked the breath out of me. She was fighting so hard, chasing away the trauma with every slam of her hips. I could feel her getting close again.

She came hard with a broken cry, her pussy spasming violently around my cock, squirting slightly as she shook on top of me.

Fuck! What a beautiful sight.

She lifted off my cock with a wet pop, cum and her juices dripping down her thighs, she lined her head up, her eyes were dark and wild, completely consumed by a feral, unyielding hunger, she moved up my body.

"I'm still not done," she whispered, her lips brushing my ear. "Can I sit on your face?"

A heavy, stunned gasp left my throat. This woman will be the death of me.

"Ana..." I choked out.

"Alexander. Yes or no?"

"Yes. God, yes," | groaned.

Without a second of hesitation, she shifted her body, dragging herself up my torso. She moved with a completely dominant, unbothered posture until she was positioned directly over my head.

She didn’t ease down gently. She planted her soaked, cum-filled pussy right on my mouth and ground down hard, smothering me with her dripping cunt.

“Eat me,” she commanded, fingers tangling in my hair. “Eat my pussy, Alexander. Please…”

I didn't need to be told twice. I groaned into her cunt and obeyed. My tongue plunged deep inside her, licking up my own cum mixed with her sweet, tangy juices. She tasted filthy and perfect. I sucked on her swollen clit, flicking it fast while she rode my face like she owned it.

“Yes— fuck— right there,” she moaned, grinding harder, forcing my tongue deeper. Her juices were everywhere — on my tongue, my chin, my nose. She held my head in place with both hands, using my face to chase another orgasm.

I licked and sucked like a man starving, tongue-fucking her hole while my nose rubbed her clit. She was so wet she was dripping down my throat. I swallowed every drop, moaning into her pussy, the vibrations making her shake.

“Alexander— I’m gonna— oh god—” Her thighs trembled violently around my head. She ground down harder, almost suffocating me as she came again. This time she squirted hard — hot, clear fluid gushing over my tongue and face as she cried out, body shaking uncontrollably.

She kept riding my face through it, smearing her cum and squirt all over me until she finally collapsed forward, panting and trembling on top of me.

I was rock hard again, my cock throbbing painfully against my stomach, covered in her cream. Fuck knows I'll be spending over an hour in my bathroom tonight masturbating to our moment.

Ana lifted her head slowly, eyes hazy with lust and satisfaction. A lazy, drunk smile spread across her lips.

“That was good…” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “Let’s go again.”

Fuck me.

Before I could even respond, a sharp knock echoed through the door.

“Ana? Are you asleep? Is that bastard still there?" Her father’s voice.

I cursed under my breath. “Shit.”

Ana froze for a second, then giggled softly like it was the funniest thing in the world. I gently rolled her off me and onto the bed.

“Sleep, baby,” I murmured, pulling the covers over her naked body. “I have to go.”

Her father can’t possibly have heard us. The door is soundproof. Thank fuck for that.

Before I could even check on her again, she was already snoring softly, deep in sleep, her face peaceful for the first time in a long while. I leaned down and kissed the top of her head, breathing in her scent.

I slipped into her bathroom, grabbed a warm towel and some water, then came back to clean her up. I wiped gently between her thighs, cleaning my cum and her juices from her swollen pussy. She stirred a little but didn’t wake. I couldn’t help wrinkling my nose at the absolute mess we’d made on the bed — soaked sheets, her squirt, my cum, everything. It smelled like pure sex.

I grabbed a small notebook and pen from her vanity, scribbled quickly, and pressed the paper onto her forehead.

"You better remember every fucking thing tomorrow morning."

I smirked at how ridiculous she looked with the note stuck there, then pulled the covers higher and left the room quietly.

The second I stepped into the hallway, I ran straight into her father. He looked me up and down, eyes narrowed with suspicion.

“What the hell have you been doing in her room for over an hour?” he demanded.

I met his gaze without flinching, a slow, arrogant smirk tugging at my lips.

“That’s between husband and wife to know. None of your business, sir.”

I didn’t wait for a reply. I walked past him, leaving the old man standing there dumbfounded, mouth slightly open like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.


Author's note: My girl was not ready to let him off easily 😂