Only His

Chapter Twenty-Six

Imani

Getting dressed back up was extremely tiring. My legs were wobbly and I was sore. I needed a shower, a massage and a nice long sleep. Letting Kazimir do all the work helped to a minimum. He was still touching me whenever he could.

I was annoyed at him too, I get we didn't have a condom. He could have at least pulled out, did it on my thigh or on my stomach, but nooo he did it inside of me. My pussy is now filled with cum unsure of if the motherfuckers met my ovaries.

I was being dramatic, but I wasn't in the mood after. Even leaving the restaurant felt awkward. The workers kept staring at me and him, like he didn't tell them that we would be fucking. I was the only bothered person, because Kazimir was fine.

In the car, I didn't say anything to him. I just tried to ignore the fact that my vagina had his damn kids inside of me. I can't wait to shower and wash off. I might just sleep in a different bed tonight.

Arriving at the Villa, he got out first and waited for me to get out. He lifted me up in a bridal possession and I clung to him until we reached the bedroom. He takes me straight to the bathroom and puts me down on the counter.

He stands in front of me and he cages me into his arms. He also had my legs parted, but he wasn't paying attention to that. He leaned and kissed the side of my neck.

"Are you not going to talk to me?"

I don't respond to him and I move his head away. He goes back in and kisses me, but I keep pushing him away. He let up and he moved to the shower, to turn it on. I got up off the counter and took off my dress.

I took off the lingerie and I tied up my hair ready to shower. He got undressed as well, but you would think he was soft. He had a full on erection, but he didn't say anything about it. He pulled me to him and I was about to move away.

"Did you at least enjoy tonight?" He asked.

He led me to the shower and we both got in. The warm water cascaded down our bodies and I felt nice.

"I did, did you?"

He grabbed my soap bar and my net lathering it with the soap. It shocked me when he started washing me.

"I really enjoyed it, what was your favorite dish?"

"The Alfredo pasta, classical. I also like the Focaccia bread. Yours?"

He got one of my arms and started scrubbing my arm for me. It was odd that he was cleaning, but that meant I barely had to do the work. I could see he wanted to say I was his, but generally thinking of an answer.

"I liked the seafood pasta, I also liked the bread. It was buttery and rich in flavor," he answered.

"Okay Mr. Critic," I laughed softly.

"My other favorite dish was you of course," he said.

"Of course you wanted to say that."

He had finished my arms and he moved to my chest. Being extra careful with my piercings and moving down my stomach.

"They say save best for last no?"

"Whatever you cummed inside of me Kazimir three times!"

"You weren't complaining when I was doing it, you were moaning my name an-."

"Don't even, no more fucking unless we have condoms."

Now he had moved in between my legs, there was a bench in the shower. He made me sit down and he grabbed the shower head. He parted my legs and it was instinct for me to squeeze.