Page 106 of Alexander: Alexander's Story

I watch with each thrust as her hands clutch onto the sheets. I look at her left hand, knowing it was wrong that I hadn’t given her wedding ring back, and hating myself for it all over again.

Mine. Mine. Mine.It runs through my mind again, like if I think it enough times, it will somehow come true. And thenanother thought zips back and forth.Ours. Ours. Ours.Another hopeless manifestation.

Our family. Our life. Our child.I kiss the thoughts goodbye, banishing them.

I slide out of her slowly and leave her standing with her ass in the air. She watches me walk to my duffle and pull out a condom before coming back to finish her off. If I didn’t know better, I would think she almost looks disappointed.

“Can’t be too careful, can you?” she whispers bitterly into the empty bed. I don’t want to wear a fucking condom. It’s the opposite. I want to fuck her so full of my cum, she leaks me for days. I want to finger it back in place with a prayer while I lick her into another orgasm. I want to watch her grow and know that we did that together. We aregoingto do it together. I would look at her and know we both wanted this.

A fucking fantasy.

I’m putting on a fucking condom to protect her from that future. A future shackled to a monster who will hurt her over and over again. I’ve already been reckless and selfish by fucking her bare, but I had to know the feeling. I need to know what I’ll be missing. Whatisn’tmine.

When I slide back in, I wrap my body around hers, bending at the waist so I can massage her clit.

“Come apart, baby.”

I plant one hand down on the mattress, and she wraps her hand around my wrist as she pushes back against me with a moan. The second my finger lands on her hood, the sound is practically ripped out of her throat.

“Alexander!” she screams as I rut against her from behind.

“Emma,” I whisper back into her ear. “Don’t stop,” I plead, her walls fluttering around me, feeling her tense. I can almost sense her tears that are half ecstasy, half misery.

“Keep coming, baby.” I massage and stroke her from one orgasm into the next as my own builds to the point of no return.

“I love you, baby,” I say onefinaltime.

As my fingers begin to ease, she places a hand over mine and pushes, helping coax a third orgasm for her as the lightning strikes from within me, my finish nearly bringing me to my knees.

That’s what this was for me. Lightning.It never strikes in the same place twice.

This feeling with her is like nothing before and will likely best anything after.

This was myonce. If I thought I had it before, I was wrong. It was this. No earthly words could ever describe how I feel towards her, how I feel at this moment.

They simply didn’t exist.

A sound somewhere between a moan and grunt, a feral growl slips from me as my final punishing thrusts work her. In turn, her pussy pulls from me every ounce of cum I have. She’s still pushing my fingers down when she comes again, her pulsing turning to a lulling constant.

“Alex…” she whispers, the sound a mixture of exhaustion, bliss, and pain.

At this moment, I feel with absolute clarity that this was where I was meant to be. Thatthisis where I belong. Where I have always belonged.

It’s not hard when it’s right.

She was my home, but more than that, she was my shelter. She was my best friend and the only person I trusted wholly.

Emma,

Wherever you are, is where I’d want to be.

Wherever you go, I’d happily follow.

Whatever you do, I’d be right behind you.

I sigh.

Never done.