Isabella had developed a mild sexual addiction over the past year.
It was only mild because it wasn't severe. She was just more indulgent and a little more promiscuous than before.
Even though they had done it many times last night, when she woke up in the morning and saw the handsome, strong man beside her, desire stirred in her again.
Alexander was truly handsome. His deep, sculpted features were flawless. The contours of his face were firm and perfect. His skin was a healthy bronze. He stood six feet two, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, like a god from ancient Greek mythology.
Apart from the scar above his right eyebrow, there were no other flaws on his body.
She used to think he was terrifying, but that was purely subjective bias. Now, she found him incredibly attractive no matter how she looked at him.
She rolled over onto him, sliding slowly down his body. She pulled down his waistband, revealing his morning erection. She took the head into her mouth, using her lips and tongue to pleasure him.
"Mmm..." The man didn't wake up, only moaning softly in pleasure.
As she worked on him, Isabella grew wet herself. She rose and straddled him, lifting her hips to guide him inside before slowly sinking down.
"Ah—" She threw her head back with a moan.
She leaned forward, pressing her body flush against his. She whispered softly in his ear, "Alexander, fuck me..."
Alexander slowly opened his eyes. Understanding the situation, he chuckled. "Sneak attacking me again, hmm?"
Isabella squirmed restlessly, moving slightly on his length. "Fuck me..." Her juices flowed out, wetting where they joined. Her pussy felt like ants were crawling inside, the itch driving her wild. "My pussy is so itchy..."
Alexander cupped her hips, thrusting upwards once. "You're getting more and more insatiable, baby. Didn't you get enough last night?"
"Mmm..." His thick, long cock stretched her pussy completely, touching her deepest, softest parts. She loved this feeling of fullness and slight ache. It was overwhelmingly pleasurable.
The past pains seemed to be washed away by this pleasure.
She didn't want to hurt like that anymore. The pain had been too much to bear. She just wanted to live comfortably. It was based on this selfish thought that she had ended up with Alexander.
She couldn't say she loved him. Loving someone required giving and emotional investment. With Alexander, she only took. And he was willing to give. So they naturally came together.
He thrust faster and faster. Her cries grew louder and more frantic. "Ahh... I can't take it..."
Actually, her pussy was already slightly swollen and uncomfortable from all the activity yesterday. Now, with him pounding into her so hard and fast, it felt both incredibly good and strangely painful.
But he still wasn't satisfied. He flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath him, and began thrusting into her with deep, powerful strokes.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed continuously in the bedroom.
Isabella arched her head back, tears of pure sensation sliding from the corners of her eyes. "Ah... Alexander... Mmm... My pussy is going to break..."
Alexander couldn't stop. With one particularly fierce thrust, he gritted his teeth. "I want to break it. Let's see how you'll sneak a taste of my cock then. Does it feel good? Your slutty pussy is so wet. Can you hear it?"
The squelching sounds highlighted just how wet she was. The noise, combined with Alexander's dirty talk, fueled her lust even more. She just wanted the man on top of her to fuck her to death. "...I hear it. Fuck me, faster... I'm close, I'm going to come, ahh!—"
She screamed as she climaxed. As her pussy clenched tightly around him, he frantically pumped into her a few dozen more times before reaching his own peak, releasing his thick, white seed deep inside her.
Within the year, he had received two warnings from his brother, telling him to stay in England and not return home.
The first was during his summer graduation. Alexander flew to England for his ceremony and said, "Just stay here and make films. Didn't your professor introduce you to a great investor?"
The second time was just recently. He received a text from his brother: [Heard you have a girlfriend recently. Congratulations.]
Despite the vast distance, his brother still knew everything about his life.
It used to be out of concern. Now, it felt like caution.
Sometimes he found it ridiculous. How could his brother still think he had any feelings for Isabella? He only felt hatred for her now. All the former pity and affection were long gone.
However, tonight, when his girlfriend of three months, Lena, invited him to her place and he went over, the beautiful, lovely Lena stripped naked before him, yet he felt no desire whatsoever. He realized then that perhaps his brother's vigilance wasn't entirely unfounded.
He made an excuse and left Lena's apartment.
Returning home, he sat alone, lost in thought. Scenes of his passionate encounters with Isabella played in his mind like a movie, frame by frame, vividly clear.
Only then did his desire surge forth, overwhelming him.
The coffee shop was open until 9 PM. Most of the time, Alexander would pick Isabella up early. But sometimes, when he had to work late, she would drive home herself.
That evening, Alexander called her, saying he had an unexpected international conference and couldn't pick her up. At nine, Isabella closed the shop with the staff and headed to the underground parking garage of the mall where her café was located.
She had parked there a few days ago and took a moment to find her car. Just as she pressed the button to unlock it, someone grabbed her from behind, wrapping an arm around her neck. Before she could scream, a hand clamped over her mouth. The person was strong. He opened her car's back door and shoved her inside.
Pinned against the back seat, Isabella struggled. The man breathed heavily, one hand pressing her head down, the other frantically trying to remove her skirt and leggings. Winter clothes were thick and hard to remove. She twisted her body, fighting desperately. "Let me go, you bastard!—"
Hearing her call him that, he seemed to pause for a second, but didn't stop his assault. He yanked her pants down, exposing her pale buttocks. He pressed against her, pushing his hot, hard cock between her thighs.
Because she wasn't cooperating, her legs were straight and clamped together. He had to use considerable force to hold her down, so penetration was difficult. His cock only slid between her thighs, not actually entering her.
He didn't seem determined to enter her pussy. He just held her down and thrust between her thighs.
It lasted about five minutes. Then he came. The pungent smell of his semen instantly filled the car.
The weight on the back of her head vanished. The pressure on her body lifted. He was gone.
Isabella lay limp on the back seat. It had happened too fast. Only now did the fear hit her. She couldn't believe she had just been raped by a stranger.
Tears streamed down her face. Remembering something, she hurriedly pulled up her pants, closed the car door, and locked it. She found her phone, which had fallen to the floor mat, and called Alexander.
"Isabella, are you home? I'll be back soon."
"I..." Isabella was too terrified to speak.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Alexander sensed something was off.
"I—" Suddenly, Isabella caught a faint, familiar scent lingering in the air—the man's distinctive cologne.
She covered her mouth, steadying herself. She said to Alexander, "I'm fine. I just closed the shop and got in the car. I'll be home soon."