32| Whatever belongs to me, belongs to you also.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD.

I still can't believe we made love raw without using protections. Though, he had shown me the box of condoms and said he's not gonna use rubbers on me and I begin to imagine why? Not until my thoughts went back to recall grandma's words.

It was the sweetest and coolest we've ever had all these while. Today was like a special treat for me. He fucked me even more and more and more than all other days he used to. Though, I had lied to him in the beginning before we started.

Before we started, I made strange excuses starting with saying I'm tired, but it didn't work on him. I told him I was gonna have an early nap because of the hard day at work waiting for me tomorrow. He only twisted it by saying he's not a fool and when I adjusted as he trailed kisses on my body, I told him I was on my red days.

Meaning am on my period.

Still, it didn't work on him. Dexter would prefer to dip his middle finger into my hole just to confirm if truly I was bleeding down there but unfortunately, when he took out his finger, ignoring my hoarse moan and now looking at his finger, his brows rose at me. It was absolutely nothing but a silky slimy delicious juice dripping from his finger, then I knew how much I needed him inside me at that moment.

Maybe because I first lied that's why he fucked me so differently today. He came with slow and steady moves, guiding and riding on top of me without taking his gaze out of my face and when I dare to shut my eyes for the pleasure, he dug his whole rod inside me and my eyes widen.

He said to me, "Look straight into my eyes and tell me you love me." Jesus, remember the saying? Beggers have no choice. Infact, zero option. I shook my head like a little slutty slave and moan softly, "I love you, baby."

But it didn't work. There he came riding and thrusting even faster, deeper, harder, causing me the pain to gasp on his every move with my hands holding tightly on his shoulders. "Say it to my name how much you love me. I want to hear it." He groaned.

I gasped. Words are very rare to come out of my mouth at this very moment but I tried even though they sound quiet, "I...I.....ah, uhmm, oh my God...ow, yes, yes, ah, harder, faster—"

"Say it!" His eyes narrowed as he provokes his moves even faster.

I didn't startled when he yelled at me. Infact, even that yell was coated with love. "Yes, I love you with the whole of my life, body and soul, Dexter. I love you, just fuck me more, I want you. I need you, my love."

The least thing I expected was a smirk that appeared devilishly at the side of his lips. He stopped riding on me, taking out his hard massive erected rod from my depth and I saw it dripping milky. My walls are waiting for more while my eyes opened as my toes curled in anticipation. He moved few inches away from my body and I watched what's he's about to do. He walked nakedly to the walk-in closet, grabbed one of his thick black belts, playfully wrapping it around his wrist with his eyes still not leaving my weakness on the bed.

My thighs collapsed because they were sore and I still couldn't move. His hard erection that has refused to collapsed still points towards my direction like a connection or something. I just gasp and gasp. The mindset of him hitting me with that belt won't inflect pain on me because it'd be fun for a while.

But that wasn't what he did to me. He didn't hit me with the belt and would never hit me. After taking few deep gulps of water to prepare for another round, he came tying my wrists above my head using the black thick belt.

Thereafter, he parted my thighs and came in between. I don't need his fingers in me before I get lubricated. My hole is already dripping constantly down there, busy waiting for him to give in. At once, he settled down in between my thighs, placed my legs on his broad shoulders and my heart races in anticipation of what's coming next. When I felt his hard rod penetrating softly into my hole, I gasped. Here it comes, killing me slowly. I clutch onto the Pillow's cover with both my wrists still tied.

Oh my god, it pierce into the deepest part of my depth, causing my eyes to shut tight and my back to arch upwards. But I wasn't doing myself any good. That gave him the opportunity to grab my breasts, sucking each of the tits. There's no way I can save myself from his devour. My hands are tied above me and my legs are too weak to conquer.

A groan escapes his mouth, "Ah, you're so hot in here, Triana. I can feel your walls warm as they tight around me."

I moaned loudly, swaying my hips in accord to his move. It was quick, in a rush, no breaking limit and I wonder if he took drugs for this. I'm already worn out but am not complaining.

"Come for me, baby. Come for me." He groaned again.

"God-damn! Fuck!" I moaned as another orgasm poured out for the seventh time.

His lips came catching up with mine. His wet tongue, raveling mine under the tension. I wanted to grab his face at that moment and return the kisses as I want but he sensed my hands coming down, so he held them up using one big hand. He has his own way of teasing me.

He teased me again, taking his lips out of mine and I gently opened my eyes, still wanting more. He wedge himself up on one arm as he thrust deeper inside me. I think am about to release another orgasm.

Incoming.

My phone buzzed. Who's calling at this hour of the night? Especially during my making out session with the love of my life? I ignored it. Dexter ignored it. Its vibration caused it to fall on the softness of our clothes which was littered on the floor.

And again, he made me come. I poured out my eight orgasm. And we continued. And continued, and continued. It was like something that has a beginning but no ending this time.

We're covered in our own sweats and the sheet is covered with semen. Alot of it. Dexter is very good at releasing for me. I felt his seed pour in me a hundred times. Grabbing one of my thighs, he held it tight on his waist just so to find a suitable way of getting to my depth.

My gasps are steady and quick in accord with my heart beat as he moves faster and thrust deeper. I can see his face turning tomato red with the veins lined up around his neck as he seek justice on my womanhood. Through gritted teeth, he groaned and I felt him pour again. My gasps are quiet and my toes curled as my legs wrapped around his waist.

Am giving it back to him as he does to me too. Digging the back of my head on the pillow, eyes still shut, I scream, so loud that my voice invaded the entire room. He knew am coming as I reach climax now. Our bodies are shaking from the friction. His hands clutch tightly above my head on the sheet. Sweat dripping down our bodies. In between the hole of my tied wrist, I place it on his neck, enjoying the way he devours me. No one has ever fucked me the way he does, not even my ex.

He losen the belt from my wrists and tossed it aside. Leaving it to fall helplessly to the ground. He flipped me over without waiting for me to catch my breath. He switched from vagina oral to ass anal. I clench onto the sheets as I felt his hands parting my butt cheeks and his hard rod piercing into my ass.

God.

Kill me.

I gasped. My mouth so parted wide alongside my eyes. I reach for the headboard to hold on to it, but it was a bit not helpful. I held on the pillow as he bangs me, shanging me like a little slut. He buried the whole of his rod inside me. The entire thing, the whole length is swimming inside my ass and my body can't take it any longer. I push my ass so close to him until I felt his balls slapping against my butt cheeks. He grabbed both side of my waist, pounding me hard, causing me to beg for air. Of course, I gasped, and gasped, and gasped a million times but he wouldn't have mercy upon me. He parted my butt cheeks again, grinding me like hell. I screamed again. Moaning out loud and screaming his name.

Yes, that's what he wants. He wants me to scream his name, expressing how much more I loved him. That is love in action.

I was about to say, 'Baby, am running out of energy.' But then, he flipped me over back to our stage one position and started giving me vagina oral.

Ahh.....ohhh...uhmmmm...argh... I can't stop my orgasm from coming this time. They poured out like a carton of milk fallen from the fridge. Just as I said, when I releases, he also releases. Pissing off his sperms inside my body and I just have to accept it under the influence of pleasure, pain and satisfaction.

We fucked and fucked and fucked for so many hours which seems like years. And finally when we were done, he buried his rod inside my depth and collapsed on top of my body.

We both were busy trying to catch our breath for minutes which seem like long hours. We were breathing heavily like we just came out from the deepest part of the ocean.

He pulled away and collapsed properly on his side of the bed, making us to lay side by side. His arm traveled to my shoulders, pulling me closer to himself. I manage to pull myself close so I can rest my head on his bare chest. I'm still breathing heavily, my lungs haven't supply me the amount of air I need to gather myself to normal.

"Are you okay?" His deep baritone voice questioned me as his eyes traveled down to meet mine.

I lifted my head a little bit to him, a timid smile crest across my lips as I shook my head, hiding under the shade of his arm embrace. "That was so beautiful."

"We didn't get to make love before I left for Germany. So I made up for it, double."

"And it was fun. The very best of all the ones we've had, right?"

He lowered his head down to my height, capturing my lips in his mouth. He ravelled with it. And said after pulling away, "You know I can never get enough of your body. Infact, I can never get enough of you. You're like a drug to me." I blushed, burying my head on his torso. He kissed the top of my head, "You're my addiction. I'm very addicted to you."

I playfully smack his chest, still hiding my timid expression, "Stop flattering me."

He lifted my chin with his middle finger and kissed my forehead. I feel so safe in his arms, around him and with his presence involved. It's like a shield, an amour that can never be destroyed. "I love you, Triana."

My cheeks cups and I tug myself in his embrace, snuggling closer. "I love you more, Dexter."

After a few moments of remaining in that position, he pulled away, pushing the sheet aside and now getting off the bed. "I need to shower. Wanna come?"

I helped myself by sitting up halfway, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I bit my lower lip at the sight of his full nakedness standing right before me.

That dick is a ten over ten. Kudos to doja cat.

Of course that dick is the size of my forearm. More like I've ever seen or tasted before. I truly dedicate my sex life to this thing if I really have to.

"Well, umm....." My attention may be slightly carried away because of his nude, especially because of the sight of his dick but I have to think of something suitable to say or else, I might get whipped for another round in the bathroom, under the shower. Just like the last one we had in the bathtub. He made me cry like a baby.

While I try to fish out the words correctly, he leaned over, pecking my lips, sweetly. "It's okay, I understand if you're very tired and sore. We can try something new tomorrow —"

"No, it's alright." I say. His brow corked upwards. I pull him closer, causing him to come back to bed in just one mesmerizing kiss I gave to him.

We're kissing passionately as he comes laying on top of my nakedness and taking the sheets to cover our nudes.

Why don't we just try something new now? Tomorrow might be too late. What do you think?

The touch of our bare lips floating against each other's made me moan, especially when I felt his wet tongue savoring mine. I wrap my thighs around his waist, caging him to myself when he settled down between me.

"Baby, do you mind if I go on top?" I inquired through the kisses.

He didn't say anything, he just flipped us over, causing me to squeal on the sudden move. Now he's underneath me and I am on top of him. His big hands came settling on my waist as I sat on his milky way.

God-damn this thing. It always has his own way of killing my shot.

As I sat my hole on it, I find it thrusting slowly into my body. Since we've been doing this thing, he has never nudge me to stay on top and I have never told him I wanted to. Though, I heard that women on top also has an upper hand. I'm trying it for the first time today and it's kinda painful.

"Go on, you can do it." He's hyping me to push further but it still hurts a bit. I can feel my walls tighten to this thing and the erection standing so firm inside me.

I place my little hands on his chest, gasping for air when I've not even started as I try to fight the urge of disappointment. I really want to try this method to tell him how much I really loved him. But I hope I don't get to fool myself now.

"I'm coming...." I say, still panting with sweat dripping down my body. Just one thrust on him and I couldn't go further. I guess I couldn't defeat my urge and ride to the finish line. A scream of pain escaped my mouth when I try to force myself further.

He noticed I wasn't having fun trying to impress him, "Honey, maybe tomorrow we can try this new style."

"No, I want to try it now." I say, my eyes still tightly shut.

If Leo had allowed me to always take turns with him, I would have gotten used to this method.

"I don't want to hurt you if not, I'd have guided you myself. But I might end up inflating pains and injuries in you."

"I don't care if you fucke till I get sore, all I want to know is that you make me feel like a real woman." No one has ever made me feel the way he do.

"So you want me to guide you?"

I shook my head like a little kid in need of candy. "Yes, Dexter. Help me fuck this thing, I really need you inside me." Before I could finish my words, I felt his big hands holding tightly on my waist. Thrusting me deeper.

A loud cry of pleasure filled the room and suddenly, I realize that he has made it easier for me. I began to move slow, then fast, then faster, now am the fastest! My saggy boobs slapping against my chest simultaneously as I move rapidly.

Ain't no stopping.

I'm enjoying the fullness of it now. God, it feels so good to be up here. Having the whole of him inside me is an ecstasy. I move, ride, thrust and increased my speed like am riding a powerboat.

I can hear him groaning in desire of having my walls surround his rod. His hands still not leaving my waist as he presses me on and on on top of his hard thing while I pound him. Our bodies so sweaty but we don't care. We've been through this for hours. We've been doing this, fucking ourselves for hours passed by and we aren't sore yet.

I don't give a damn if I get sore or not. All I want is for this fantasy not to end. I felt his seed pouring out of his rod's cap as I thrust and penetrate deeper. My moves are so fast and uncompetitive. He sat a bit halfway, grabbing my breasts in his hand like a handful of praise.

He reached for it and began to suck while I do my job down here. I threw my head backwards, still pounding on him with my eyes shut and open once at a time as I graze his hair with my fingers.

"Yes, keep on sucking the whole of me. Yes, that's it, my love. Give it all to me." I buried my face in his neck, kissing every damn bit of him. A loud groan ran out of him as he sucks my breasts, still keeping his hands on my waist.

I felt his hands squeezing my butt cheeks, then I changed my mode. Switching to rotational symmetry, I roamed my style in circles. He gasped for air when I did, throwing his head back on the headboard. He pants heavily, looking up to the ceiling. I pulled away, causing him to look down on what my next moves about.

I lay on my stomach, grabbed his hard rock and shoved it into my mouth. My skills are self-taught if you ask me.

A loud gasp flew out of his mouth, then I knew how much his tension was. I've never treated him this way before but today, I'm gonna teach him a lesson. I felt his hand squeezing my hair tight into a ponytail as he thrust my head to go further with my mouth.

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm. That's all I can moan out as he pounds my head, guiding me and nudging me to go faster. I felt his hard rock sliding in and out at the back of my throat.

"My God, Triana, you have killed me. Fuck!" He groaned, still pounding my head faster. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me and make me come." He kept on screaming it to me.

I swallowed a huge gulp of his seed ejaculating nonstop in my mouth. I pulled out after a few thrust and back on his hard rock again. He instantly flipped us over, making me to be beneath him and him on top of me.

My legs on both his shoulders as he thrust without mercy. He buried his face on my neck, doing to me what I did to him before. I place my hands on his head, pressing him tight against my chest.

My breathing is steady and simultaneous. Oh Lawd, I can never get enough of his sugarcane. It's so satisfying and pleasing on me.

My knees pressing against my own chest as he place me on hungover. I felt like someone being punched right on the face a million times. He allowed me my legs to wrap themselves around his waist, then, I use the opportunity to wrap my arms around him. I dripping out right now. I have no control over myself or my orgasm.

He lifted his head from my neck, now looking into my eyes as he thrust faster and rapidly. My lips parted as air kept on going in and out. He pressed his lips against mine, taking advantage of my mouth respiration.

What he did next.....made me cry. He pressed his hands on either side of the bed, capturing me at the middle, he did a bit of push-up on me.

Causing the cap of his dick to stick inside my hole and stick out. This was too teasing. "Dexter, please..." My words are pleading but not enough for a bitchy slutty like me. He push his rod inside me again, pushing himself upwards. I gasped, not able to talk or say anything and he just look down at me suffering.

After a moment, he gave up and began to fire me as usual. We had several rounds, turns, styles and positions of changes before calling it off for the sex tonight.

While he went to take a shower, I use that opportunity to change the bedsheets and pick my phone up from the ground and check out the goddamn person that has been— holy shit! It's Alyssa.

What's happening that she has to call me at this hour of the night? She even dropped a message, 'Hi, Triana. Please we need to talk about something urgent. My life is in big mess right now, I don't know what to do or where to go to, am doomed, used, fooled and scammed.'

This message is not positive. Alyssa is not fine at all. I need to call her now.

After dialing her number, her picture appeared on the ID screen and at once before two rings, she picked up. The first thing I heard was her cry. She was sobbing badly and I began to imagine my best friend clothed in sadness.

"Okay, calm down and tell me what the fuck is happening over there?" I brought my voice down, even though I should be angry at how she interrupted my makeout session earlier with her constant calls and text messages.

She hiccups for only God knows how many times before she gathered the urge to answer my question through her crying state. "Triana, it happened."

"Wait, you're pregnant?" What is it? Who knows I might be an aunt?

"No!" She stormed at me.

Sorry....

"If it was to be pregnancy, it would have been worse. It means I would have trapped myself in his locker but it didn't happen." She sobbed. And I just relaxed my back on the headboard, keeping my eyes at the bathroom's door as I hear the shower running and Dexter's voice humming a romantic song.

"Wait, Alyssa. First of all cakm down. I still haven't got your point. What do you mean by 'if it was pregnancy you would have been trapped?"

She sobbed for a while before answering my question, "He was fake, Triana. He was all fake."

"Pardon? Who's fake?"

"Him!" Still not specific. "The fiancé guy." Now she's specific.

One of my arm crest across my chest. My brows furrowed. "You two have been together for about a year now, though I haven't seen him in person—"

She interrupted me before I blab out all the words. "He was a scammer, Triana." And it rang a bell in my ears as my back adjusted from the headboard. "I'm sorry if I never opened up truly with you. He used me and finally dumped me, babe." She cried. "I met him on social media when he sent me a friend request."

I slam my hand shut on my face. Oh shit, Alyssa has fallen victim of these fake people using someone else's photograph to collect money from innocent masses.

"He told me he was an orthopedic surgeon with two sons. His wife was late, blah, blah, blah. I believed him because he was too handsome to be doubtful." She sobbed and I let her do it without uttering a word of sympathy. I still can't believe Alyssa fell so foolish to this extent. Even to the extent of keeping the truth away from me. To be sincere, am really mad at her. "He sent me pictures and videos repeatedly, he said he was currently based in Iraq for work but his hometown lies in Mexico. I believed him then, Triana. Anyone would have done the same iny own shoes too."

Still quiet, my eyes narrowed. Dexter walks out of the bathroom with a towel tied around his waist and another one drying his dark dripping hair. He studied my expression and his smiles dissipated as he mouths 'Honey, what's the matter?'

I just shook my head and he understood, leaving me with my call as he heads for a pajama in the walk-in closet.

"Tri, are you listening to me at all?" Alyssa asked when she didn't hear me interfere in her issues.

"What else do you want me to say, Alyssa?" My beast is coming out. I'm so disappointed in my best friend. I use to tell her everything about my life and relationship but she choose to hide hers from me. "That you fell in love with an anonymous man you met on the internet? Bought yourself a fake ring from the ring shop and lied to me that he proposed to you? Ha! You even went to the extent of sending him all your money in your bank accounts and went forth to borrow, sell a few properties and gabble just to get money to send to him for the fake package he shipped to you. Girl, it shouldn't be you doing this kind of thing. I still can't believe this. You really disappointed me and broke my heart. Now just imagine how much debt you've poured on your parents' head. You really dragged them into this. Especially now that the guy has blocked you."

Oh yes, she burst into tears again. Weeping out her soul, bitterly and that was when I startled after seeing Dexter standing few inches to the bed with his arms crossed against his chest. He was only wearing a pajama sweater pants with no shirt on and I guess no boxer underneath the pants as his manly V line displayed boldly.

"For how long have you been standing there?" I whispered after pushing the phone few inches away from my ear but he didn't say a word. Where did he got this kinda habit from anyway? His face flawless and expressionless. I can't really tell what's calculating in his head.

"Are you putting blames on me now? Huhuhu....." Alyssa cried louder.

"Shh, hey," I try to console her like my kid. "Listen to me, it has been done and there's nothing you or anyone can do about it. Probably, everything he used to trick you, his contacts, ID—everything are a total trash right now. He has dispose them. You're not his first victim that's why he was so professional, skillful and easy to get you."

I sigh sadly. Dexter came sitting next to me on the bed, his arm pulling me to his brace. With the phone still pressed on my ear, I place my head on his shoulder like I was the one who need condolences. While he strokes my hair and listens to our conversation.

"Help me, Triana." She cried and my heart breaks as she sniffs her nose. "You're the only one I can count on at this moment of need. My parents completely hates me for it. You can't do the same to me, right? You know we're still besties, right?"

"Alyssa—"

"Am not asking you to lend me some money to pay up for my debts," I think she's pulling herself together now, according to the tune of her voice. "I just which you could help me..."

"Okayyyyy, so what is it?" Alyssa hung up and wrote it in text as if she knew I wasn't alone here. "No way!" I exclaimed after seeing the text she wrote. 'Please, Triana. Allow me come stay with you for a while, my parents will submit me to my debtors if they show up anytime soon. I'll be expecting your call, thanks.' "What the fuck? I haven't approved it yet and she's thanking me?

"What is it?" Dexter peeked.

I shut the screen's light of my phone. "It's nothing, let's sleep—"

"I overheard everything—"

"And I know you did!" My words are suppressed with anger like he was Alyssa right now. I took a deep breath when he smiled and kissed my forehead.

"You really look cute when you're angry."

"She lied and betrayed me," I started, ranting it out at him. "How could she stump so low like that? The Alyssa I used to know is smart and brilliant. But it doesn't prove it anymore."

"Okay, so what does she practically wants you to do for her as a friend INDEED." Dexter dramatically quoted his last word with his fingers.

I took a deep breath. "It doesn't concerns you but since you asked.....she wants to fly here and live with me until she finds a new place." I lied in addition to save my friend's ass. "But I can't let her?"

"And why?"

"Because, this is not my house and—"

"Says who?" His brows up for a respond.

I frowned slightly. What does me mean? "Of course this is not my—"

"My love," He kissed my lips softly and then my forehead again. "Whatever belongs to me, belongs to you also. Whatever I've achieved, you've also achieved."

"But Dexter—"

"Shh," He hushed me with one finger crest on my lips as he smiles, "My home is your home just as your kids and family are mine too. Stop making it look like you're a stranger to me. You're free to invite whoever you want to and I'm not stopping you, okay?"

Without waiting for me to say anything, he kissed my lips goodnight and settled at his own side of the bed.

I only sat there still in the same position as I reprocess all his comments in my head.