Chapter 133 Chapter 31 of the spin-off

Chapter 133 Chapter 31 of the spin-off
Axel Cornell

I open my eyes slowly, feeling my body wrapped in an absurd heat and a comfort that makes me want to melt right there.

It takes me a few seconds to process where I am until I realize I'm still lying on top of Bastião, skin against skin. I blink a few times, fully waking up, and feel a throbbing fullness; his length is still inside me.

I lean up and kiss his chin, nuzzling him gently with the tip of my nose to wake him up slowly. He lets out a heavy sigh, his voice coming out huskier than usual.

"Fuck... being inside you feels way too good. It's like a warm sheath wrapped around my dick."

I let out a soft laugh, feeling my face warm up, and seal our lips in a tender kiss. I look toward the window and notice the daylight is gone; the Paris sky is now dyed navy blue, and the city lights glow in the distance.

"We slept the rest of the day away, Bastião."

He runs his good hand over my butt cheek, squeezing the flesh with a possessiveness that gives me chills.

"I don't care. Sleeping with you and keeping my little friend bundled up like this... is worth every lost hour."

I shake my head, laughing at his audacity, and make a move to get up. The moment I sit up, the movement causes his fullness to slide around inside, and both of us let out a unison moan.

"Fuck, sweetheart..." he grumbles.

I finally slide off him, which makes him let out an annoyed growl at the sudden emptiness.

"Don't start. My hole aches a little; I just need to rest a bit, and then..." I run my hand over his stomach, feeling his firm muscles. "...we'll make love again."

He runs his tongue over his lips, his eyes shining with desire.

"I can't fucking wait."

"Now come on, get up. We need to take a proper shower."

He grumbles a little more but does as I ask. We walk together to the bathroom, our bodies naked and still marked by our surrender from hours ago.

We step into the shower stall, I turn on the warm water, and I grab the sponge. I start washing his body first, calmly and carefully, feeling the texture of his skin under my hands. He says nothing, just watches me with an intensity that makes my heart race.

I finish washing him and start scrubbing my own body, washing away the sweat and fatigue.

"Turn around, put your hands on the wall," he orders softly. "We need to get the cum out of you."

I sigh and obey without question, feeling the cool wall contrast with the warmth of the water. Soon I feel his fingers entering me with extreme slowness so as not to hurt me, cleaning my interior and scooping out his excess. Afterward, he takes the sponge from my hand and washes my backside with zealous dedication.

"All done."

I smile and turn around, hugging him tight, letting the water fall over our heads. It feels so good to be like this with him, with no masks, without the weight of the mafia between us. And now that I'm going to live with my man, the happiness barely fits in my chest.

We finish showering, dry off, and head to the sink. We brush our teeth side by side, in a quiet, domestic silence I never imagined possible for someone like me.

We go back to the bedroom and step into his closet. I help him put on just a comfortable pair of pajama pants, and I put on another one of his oversized shirts, which fits almost like a dress on me.

He walks to the bed and sits down, while I head back to the bathroom to grab the first-aid kit. I return and kneel before him, starting to change his bandages with all the caution in the world, wrapping his injured shoulder with precision.

I finish the job, put everything away, and return to the bedroom, ready to enjoy the rest of our night.

"What would you like to eat?" I ask, stopping in front of him. "I could whip up something quick for us."

He pulls me closer, resting his chin on my stomach and looking up with those eyes that seem to read my soul.

"No, let's order something. I want to stay close to you and enjoy every second of our time together without interruptions."

I smile, running my hand over his cheek and feeling the slight roughness of his skin.

"Sure. I want to enjoy every minute with my man, too."

He stands up and kisses me with renewed urgency. I return it immediately, holding his hair and pulling him so our mouths fuse together with force.

I'll never tire of kissing Bastião; it's an addictive sensation, a perfect fit that makes me forget the rest of the world. We pull apart when we run out of breath but keep our foreheads pressed together for a moment.

"Come on, let's go to the living room," he says, grabbing his phone.

We go downstairs and snuggle up on the couch. We scroll through a food delivery app until we find a restaurant with good reviews and place the order. As soon as he sets the phone on the coffee table, I move.

"Now, while we wait... I want to try something," I say, standing up and getting on my knees between his legs.

Bastião swallows hard, his hands gripping the couch upholstery.

"I've always imagined sucking you off, tasting you... and I want to try it. You know I've never done this before, so I hope you like it."

He slides his hand down my cheek, his fingers trembling slightly.

"Just having you touch my dick makes me feel like I could come, sweetheart. You drive me crazy, Axel. Everything you do is my undoing."

I smile and pull down the waistband of his pants, revealing his throbbing erection. I lick my lips, my mouth watering at the sight. I lean in and drag the tip of my tongue over the head of his dick, tasting the salty pre-cum, making him let out a long sigh.

I open wide and slide my mouth down his massive length. His thickness fills my mouth, the veins pulsing against my palate, and a wave of desire hits me. I start a slow up-and-down motion, feeling the texture of his warm skin.

"That's it... ah, Axel..." Bastião throws his head back, closing his eyes. "Careful with your teeth, sweetheart... cover them with your lips. That's it, like that... now use your tongue and make circles on the tip while you suck."

I obey, using my tongue to trace the tip aggressively while sucking hard, creating a vacuum that sends obscene sounds echoing through the quiet living room.