Friday, December 23, 2022
Alex woke at 4:12 a.m.
The apartment was dead quiet except for the low hum of the radiator and the faint wind against the window.
He sat up slowly.
No sweat. No racing heart.
Just the memory of the dream clear, heavy, like wet concrete in his chest.
Ola had been there.
Naked.
On all fours in the void.
He had taken her from behind.
Rough.
No words at first.
Just the rhythm.
Hard thrusts.
Her body jolting forward each time.
Ass rippling.
She had moaned—low at first, then louder.
He gripped her hips.
Dug fingers in.
Pulled her back onto him.
Deeper.
She came once.
Then again.
The second time her legs buckled.
She collapsed forward.
He followed.
Kept going.
No pause.
No mercy.
She sobbed through the third orgasm.
Begged him to stop.
He didn't.
He flipped her onto her back.
Legs spread wide.
Entered again.
Face to face.
Her eyes wide.
Tears streaming.
He fucked her slow this time.
Deliberate.
Made her feel every inch.
