A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138

How many hours have we been in this position? Two?

No… Three hours?

The room was a haze of sweat and sex, the air so thick with heat and musk it clung to my skin like another layer. My body trembled with overstimulation, my muscles aching, stretched to their limit. My head felt heavy as I moaned out loudly from climaxing again as Alessandro slapped my ass for the hundredth time in the night, the sharp crack echoing through the room, each one leaving me hot and sore, raw and branded. Every slap drove me even more hungry for him, despite the way my limbs quivered and my throat was hoarse from moaning his name.

Alessandro had shown me no mercy in the bedroom, and I could honestly say he was too much man for me too strong, too relentless, too unyielding. His hold on me never loosened, his thrusts never slowed, his eyes never left mine. And somehow, through all of it, he still found ways to assure me that this was real. That he was here. That he loved me.

He whispered it with every bruising kiss. He spelled it out with every breathless groan of my name. He made me feel like I wasn’t just a body under his, but something more. Something he was claiming, not just using.

How had I ended up here… with this man with a killer body, broad shoulders, carved chest, muscles that rippled under my touch, a perfectly handsome face sculpted like art, sweet baritone voice that made my toes curl, and his magic hands… oh god, those hands. The way he touched me was unlike anything I had ever felt before. They were rough and gentle all at once, possessive but careful, like he knew exactly how to undo me piece by piece.

My manhood was sore, pulsing with the ghost of countless orgasms, and I didn’t think I had anything left inside anymore. I had lost count of how many times I’d come, shaking, gasping, helpless. And Alessandro… he had only released twice. Once in the beginning. Once an hour ago. His stamina left me completely defeated, overwhelmed by this monster of a man.

Alessandro picked up the speed again, his hips snapping forward as he pounded me from behind. His thrusts were deep, deliberate, brutal. Each one sent shockwaves up my spine, every inch of me stretched and open, trembling. Then another slap. His hand connected hard with my bare ass, the sting bursting like heat across my skin. It echoed loud, sharp and final, making my world turn upside down with each passing thrust of his monster manhood going in and out of me, filling me like no one else ever could.

He was close, I could feel it. I could feel him thicken, grow larger inside of me, if that was even possible. The stretch burned and thrilled all at once, making me light–headed with the force of him.

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“Fuck,” he hissed out, voice ragged, before pulling his large cock from my ass and cumming all over it. Hot, thick ropes of his release hit my lower back, warm and sticky, painting me in the final mark of his possession.

I collapsed on the bed, muscles useless, breathing heavily as my heart pounded in my ears, thudding like war drums in my chest. I felt like I had just gone for a 100–mile run without stopping. My lungs burned, my limbs twitched. Alessandro’s hot thick sperm dripped down the back of my ass and legs, cooling against my flushed skin.

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