His eyes focus back on mine, and he bites his lower lip like some sort of a sex god. Then he wraps his belt around my throat and tugs me against his strong chest. His cock is trapped between us, and I’m still squeezing. The more I picture another woman having him, the harder I tighten my fist. In my mind, he was never supposed to be anyone else’s. I honestly don’t know what I would’ve done if he’d actually married Kristina. I like to think of myself as a good person, but I would’ve definitely become a fucking devil if she was his wife.
