Foreign Temptations Ch. 04 (Finale)

Author's Note: Alas, the final chapter to this story is here! It's been a long time coming, and I hope you guys enjoy this neat conclusion to this naughty tale. Thanks for the support and patience! I'm very grateful for you all 💝

After careful thinking, Cassandra had finally accepted the internship she was offered. She considered many things: her career, life back in the States… Jason. But the main pull that led her to decide was Raj. The old bastard had been rather convincing every time he nudged her about it. 

On paper, it was exactly what she needed: steady pay, respectable hours, and decent benefits for someone stranded in a foreign country. The office wasn’t far either. She was allowed to work remotely or come in if she chose. It was tucked away inside a mid-level firm. Since it was an American-based company, many of her co-workers were from the States, so she didn’t feel completely out of place. 

The supervisors liked her, and the work kept her sharp. For the first time since the lockdown began, she felt like she wasn’t just waiting out a storm; she was doing something productive instead of rotting away in the close walls of Raj’s apartment. 

Coming back from the resort had changed her in ways Cassandra wasn’t ready to admit. The trip had loosened something in her, and now, with the internship keeping her occupied, she told herself she was carving out her life rather than treading water. But Jason didn’t see it that way. He’d grown more demanding on the phone, more insistent with every conversation. 

When are you coming home, Cass?

Why are you taking an internship if you’re only there temporarily?

Don’t you think you’ve been gone long enough? 

His questions sharpened into arguments, their calls ending in clipped goodbyes and long silences that stretched for days. Jason’s patience was unraveling fast, and Cassandra found herself dreading his name flashing across her phone.

Raj, of course, noticed. He always noticed. Whenever she came home tight-jawed and restless, he was there waiting. One humid evening, after another heated call with Jason, Cassandra slammed her phone face down on the desk and rubbed her temples. Her whole body felt wound up and aching with stress. 

Raj appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame with that sly, knowing smile. “Another fight, hm?”

She didn’t answer, but her silence was enough.

“Forget him,” Raj said, stepping closer, his voice low and coaxing. “You’ve got a good thing going on here, yes? Good work, good future. Why waste your energy on someone so far away?”

Cassandra opened her mouth to argue, to defend Jason, or at least the idea of it, but Raj’s bony hands were already on her shoulders, kneading the tension from them. Her body was already betraying her as his familiar touch brought her comfort. He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. “Let me help you relax, beautiful.”

By the time he led her to their shared bed, Cassandra’s frustrations had burned into something hotter. Raj’s rough hands roamed over her, peeling away her neat office clothes, tossing them onto the floor. She sighed, her body softening against him, the weight of Jason’s voice slipping away with every kiss and touch.

Before she knew it, they were both naked. She lay on her back, her legs spread wide for Raj as he slid his cock into her slowly, savoring the way her tight pussy gripped him. Cassandra clung to him, nails digging into his back, her moans spilling out unrestrained as the argument she’d had moments ago dissolved into a distant memory. Raj groaned her name against her throat, each snap of his hips rolling deep into her, pulling another cry from her lips until all she could think about was him. 

Afterward, as she lay tangled in his arms, his smaller, wiry frame tucked snugly against her back, their skin sticky and chests heaving as they panted from their lustful exertion, Cassandra stared at the ceiling and let out a long breath. Jason would call again tomorrow. The fight would start again. But tonight, with Raj’s hand resting possessively on her hip and the sound of his steady breathing in her ear, she didn’t care. 

For now, she belonged here. She belonged to him. 

-

Cassandra had been dragging for days. Her mornings started with nausea that wouldn’t quite go away, and mood swings she couldn’t control. At first, she blamed the food, or the heat, or stress from the internship, and the arguments with Jason. But a gnawing suspicion took root in her stomach. 

One evening, after yet another restless day, she stopped at a pharmacy on her way home. The discreet bag with three little boxes inside sat in her purse as she trudged up the stairs to the apartment. Raj wasn’t home yet, probably running about with whatever business he had, so she slipped into the bathroom, clutching the first test like it weighed a hundred pounds.

She sat on the toilet, elbows braced on her knees, staring down at the little plastic stick as the minutes passed. When the result finally appeared, her stomach sank. Two bold lines. Positive. 

Cassandra let out a long, trembling sigh, pressing her palm to her forehead. “Shit…” she whispered. She knew it was possible, hell, it was inevitable after she let Raj stop using condoms and pulling out, after letting herself drown in pleasure night after night without thinking of the consequences. She knew it was stupid, but she hadn’t cared then. She couldn’t. He made her forget everything with that cock of his and his never-ending stamina. 

Now, staring at the test, she couldn’t forget. 

She couldn’t tell Jason. God no. That would ruin everything, expose everything about her illicit affair with Raj. The thought of his voice on the other line, hearing the news, made her stomach churn worse than the nausea already had. 

But Raj…

Later that night, she found him in the kitchen, humming as he stirred a pot on the stove. Her throat was dry as she held the stick in her hand. “Raj… we need to talk.”

He glanced over, bushy brows raised. When she showed him the test, it took a minute for him to finally realize what it was, and then the old man’s face split into a grin so wide it sent a shiver down her spine. Not a nervous smile, not even surprised. Just devious, pleased, as if this was exactly what he’d wanted all along. 

“Ahhhh… Cassandra,” he murmured, setting the spoon down and wiping his hand on a rag. “So it has happened. Very good, yes.”

Her chest tightened, and her throat dried. “Good? Raj… this isn’t something I planned. How can I handle being pregnant when I just started my job? And Jason… God, I don’t even know what to think right now.”

The old man stepped closer, placing his bony hands on her hips and holding her still. His dark, beady eyes gleamed with pure pride, hunger, and something possessive that made her heart pound. “It means you are mine now. Truly mine. This child… it binds us, beautiful. You understand? It was meant to be.”

Cassandra’s lips parted, but no words came. She wasn’t sure how to feel: terrified, guilty, strangely calm. She thought of Jason, of how carefully she’d hidden everything from him, and the knot in her stomach pulled tighter.

Raj leaned over to kiss her neck, murmuring in that thick, Indian accent of his. “No more doubts, eh? You stay here with me. You let me take care of you. You already knew this would happen eventually, Cassandra. You felt it each time I filled you up during our little getaway. And you wanted it.”

She shuddered, her blue eyes squeezing shut. Deep down, she knew he was right. She’d let herself fall into the temptation and, as a result, she became lost in the lust and the raw, addictive pleasure he gave her. She’d stopped resisting long ago. 

And now, there was no undoing it. 

Cassandra didn’t even remember how it started. One moment, she was in the kitchen talking with Raj, and now, she was in bed, straddling him. Her body moved on instinct, hips rolling as she sank down onto his cock, burying him deep inside her like many times before. Sweat beaded her skin as she bounced on him, her dark hair loose around her flushed face. 

Raj lay back against the pillows, eyes glinting with satisfaction as his bony hands roamed her perfect body. One hand slid up her back while the other pressed firmly against her flat belly, right over the place that now carried his seed. He smirked, his voice rough and low as he thrust up into her. 

“Ah… Cassandra… already mine. Riding me so good and carrying my child inside of you. Hah, you can’t run now. You belong here.”

Her breath hitched, and her nails dug into his chest as she moved fast, her thighs burning from the pace. She wanted to argue, to deny it, but the words couldn’t leave her tongue. All that came were gasps and broken moans as his cock drove into her pussy again and again. 

Raj rubbed low circles over her belly, his dark, lustful eyes locked onto hers. “Your little fiancé will never know you like this. Never fuck you like this. He can’t give you what I give you. You feel that? That baby growing inside of you is because of me… not him.”

Cassandra let out a long, sultry moan, her body quivering with each stroke. His words shouldn’t have turned her on, but they did, very much so. The idea that this old, Indian man knocked her up had this erotic appeal she couldn’t quite understand. Her walls clenched tighter around his thick shaft as she rode him harder, her long legs trembling against him from the effort.

“You’re mine now,” Raj continued, his accent curling around every filthy word he uttered. “Forget that boy in America. He’s nothing. Stay here, stay with me, raise my child, let me fuck you every night until you scream my name.”

Her head fell back as her lush lips parted in a long, sultry cry. She was so close, the tension coiling deep in her core unbearable. And in that haze, she let the thought creep in full for the first time: maybe Raj was right. Maybe she didn’t want to leave.

“Raj… oh god… hmm—yes…” she moaned as she slammed down onto him harder, his cock buried to the hilt as his fingers splayed across her stomach.

“That’s it,” he growled, snapping his hips up to meet her. “Say it. Say you’ll stay. Say you’re mine.”

Cassandra’s eyes fluttered, her voice breaking as she gasped, “I’m yours—”

Her confession tore an orgasm out from her, and her body convulsed around him, clinging to his cock like a vice. Her luscious blue eyes rolled behind her lids as her back arched, and her lips parted to emit a long, heavy moan as she quivered against him. 

Raj licked his lips as his hands squeezed her plush cheeks, the sensation of her hot, tight pussy milking him bringing him ever closer to the edge. He always loved how she became undone around him. The way she shuddered, the dazed expression she’d make, and her carnal sounds of pleasure were all too delicious for him. 

But the old man wasn’t finished with her.

The moment Cassandra collapsed forward against his sweat-slicked chest, spent from bouncing on his cock for nearly half an hour, he grabbed her shoulders and shifted her down onto the mattress. Her dark hair fanned out across the sheets, her chest still heaving as she caught her breath. Raj climbed up over her without hesitation. His wiry frame loomed as he straddled her chest, his cock heavy and slick with her juices, hanging inches from her lips. 

“Open that pretty mouth,” he muttered, smacking his thick shaft lightly against her tongue until her lips fully parted for him. Cassandra moaned at his salty, musky taste, her toes curling hard into the sheets as he pressed forward, sliding past her lush lips. His leaking tip stretched her jaw, and she whimpered, but she didn’t resist. Her hands came up instead, gripping his bony hips. She slid one lower, shamelessly grabbing his ass to pull him deeper. 

“Yessss…” Raj groaned, his accent thick and hungry. “That’s it. Take me. My American whore, swallow the cock that knocked you up.”

Cassandra’s eyes fluttered shut, her throat relaxing around him as he rocked his hips slowly and deliberately, letting her feel every inch of his big, Indian hog. Each wet thrust made her moan around his throbbing length, the vibrations humming up his shaft. Her legs kicked against the sheets as the pleasure coursed through her, her pussy soaking between her thighs even as he fucked her mouth. 

Raj’s hand tangled in her hair and guided her head while his other hand reached behind and rubbed the slope of her belly possessively. “Mine now. Carrying my child, sucking my cock like a good wife, like I outta make you. That American boy doesn’t exist anymore. Only me. Only us.”

Her nails dug into his ass, urging him deeper, the sounds of gagging and glucking filling the dark room as his cockhead kissed the back of her throat. He snarled above her, hips snapping harder, his heavy balls slapping against her chin as she choked and moaned. 

“Good girl… good fucking girl…” he growled, sweat beading along his temples. “You want my cum, hm? You love it. Every drop… my seed belongs in you, over you, everywhere.”

Cassandra hummed around his cock, nodding as best she could with him buried in her throat. The sight of her blue eyes watering, her flushed cheeks, and her body trembling beneath him became unbearable.

Raj’s voice broke into a decrepit, guttural snarl as his body stiffened. “Ouuuhhhh—take it, Cassandra—EEAAGG—take it all!”

His cock pulsed deep in her throat as hot ropes of his semen filled her mouth. He groaned savagely, rutting forward in short jerks as each spurt coated her tongue, forcing her to swallow his loads. 

Cassandra whimpered, gripping his ass tighter, her throat milking every last drop until he slowed, panting raggedly above her, his cock twitching between her lips. 

Raj looked down at her, spent but grinning with pure satisfaction, his voice raspy. “That’s it, beautiful… mine… all mine.”

-

A few days passed, and Cassandra had let Jason’s name slip further and further from her mind. At first, she told herself she was just too busy with her internship, errands, and things at the apartment to interact with him. But the truth was similar; every time his face lit up on her screen, her stomach knotted with guilt. Ignoring him was easier. Things had been tense, and she really wasn’t trying to get a headache every day.

That evening, she was lying on the couch, her long legs stretched across her lover’s lap. The TV murmured quietly in the background. Raj’s bony hand stroked slowly up and down her smooth calf, then higher to her thigh. Cassandra’s dark hair fell across her face as she lazily scrolled through her phone, pretending not to notice how much his touch soothed her. 

They spoke casually at first, asking each other about their days, until the subject drifted back to what lingered on both their minds. 

“The baby,” Raj murmured, his hand sliding higher up her thigh. “We should talk more about this, no?”

Cassandra’s lips parted, and she glanced uncertainly at him. “I… right… I still don’t know what to do. It’s a lot, Raj. I mean, I still have a whole life back in the States. You know my… commitments. Ugh… I feel like we’ve had this conversation a thousand times.”

Raj clicked his tongue and shook his head as if brushing her concerns aside. “Pfft. What good are those when you have good work here already, no? You’re doing well at your job, no? They like you. You’re paid. Benefits. And what about that position you heard they will probably offer? There is a future for you here.”

Her eyes narrowed in deep thought as she bit the inside of her cheek. “It’s true… the job isn’t bad… The offer is only something I overheard. Nothing is set in stone,” Cassandra replied, her voice soft.  “But even if I do get the position, it’s not that simple. I can’t just—”

His hand cupped her knee, squeezing lightly as his dark eyes fixed on hers. “You can. Why make things so complicated? You have a life here now. You have me. You have our child. You have work. All that other noise across the sea is unnecessary. Your friends and family will understand. Though I’m not sure about that boy.”

Cassandra let out a long sigh, staring at the ceiling. “You make it sound so easy…”

“Because it is,” Raj said, his grin flashing across his weathered face. He dragged his palm up her thigh until his fingertips grazed just beneath the hem of her shorts, teasing and coaxing her with suggestive touches as he pressed the point. 

“You need to stop pretending. He doesn’t understand what you want… what you need. I believe it’s time to move on from him. Your path lies elsewhere, not with him. Break it off and be done with it.”

She squirmed slightly under his touch, biting her lip as his fingers slipped deeper into her shorts, caught between arousal and anxiety. “God…” she muttered, unsure if it was a protest or a plea. “Why did I let you knock me up?”

A devious, triumphant smile curled on his lips as she felt her heat radiating from her panties. “Because you love this cock. Every day you choose me. Let me fulfill all your desires. I give you what you deserve. We were made for each other.”

Cassandra’s pulse raced, her phone heavy in her hand, Jason’s unread messages still glowed faintly on the screen as she just stared at them. For the first time, she actually began to plot how she might end things for good. 

Her breath hitched as Raj’s fingers dipped further, pressing against her moistening panties. It was undeniable. He knew exactly how to make her feel good, and she loved it. Jason could never do what Raj does. 

“Maybe… You might be right…” she whispered, her mind drifting further as her pussy grew wetter against his prodding fingers. 

Raj’s grin spread wider, his fingers moving her panties aside and pressing against her slick folds. “Good girl. It’s better this way… but first, let’s enjoy ourselves before you do some serious thinking.”

Cassandra’s eyes fluttered as he slid two fingers into her slit. A long, sultry moan escaped her as he shifted so he was kneeling before her on the couch. Her legs instinctively spread for him as he bent forward, their lips locking into a wet, passionate kiss, and melting into their carnal desires. 

-

A month slipped by before Cassandra knew it. Between the internship, the late nights with Raj, and the constant haze of secret guilt she shoved in the back of her mind, time blurred. Of course, tensions with her fiancé never eased. 

Their relationship was getting colder each day. Jason would always tell her to come home to him, and he constantly offered solutions that would help her leave India faster. But Cassandra kept tiptoeing around the subject, giving convenient excuses and likely lies. She was committed to Jason, but to Raj more so, since she literally carried his child. 

The further she drifted from Jason, the closer she became to Raj. The choice that hung over her head was becoming more apparent than ever. 

Things only shifted more toward Raj’s favor than they already were when, one day, her supervisor had pulled her aside and offered her an official position at the company outright. Full pay. Benefits. Stability. It wasn’t anything too crazy, but it was a good start, somewhere she could work up from. This was more than she’d ever imagined she’d land so far from home. 

Cassandra found herself standing barefoot at the kitchen counter a few days after being instated in the company, still in her office clothes from the day. Her blouse was a little snug across her chest, the skirt hugging her hips in ways that made Raj stare every time she came through the door. Her phone was in her hand as she scrolled through the details of her new contract, her lips parted in a small, disbelieving smile.

She barely noticed Raj approach her until his wiry arms wrapped around her from behind. His chest pressed against her back, and his hands slid instinctively down, one resting over her stomach that was no longer flat. A faint swell had begun to show, small but unmistakable, and Raj rubbed it with slow circles like it was his greatest prize. 

“Mmm,” he hummed in her dark curls, inhaling her sweet scent. “My Cassandra… hardworking, successful… and carrying my child. What a perfect woman.”

She sighed, leaning back into him without thinking. His presence was grounding and possessive in a way that no longer startled her as much as it once had. “How sweet of you, Raj,” she hummed warmly, eyes still on her phone. “Thinking about getting a better place soon.”

Raj chuckled softly, his hand pressing a little firmer against her baby bump. “Better place, hmmm? What’s so bad about here? I hope you don’t plan on leaving me behind, beautiful.” 

Cassandra chuckled as her eyes flicked back toward the old man. She reached up, cupping his rough face in her soft palm. “The father of my child?” she said, her voice low but playful. “Of course not.”

Raj’s grin widened, devious and satisfied. His hands slid further around her, pulling her into his chest, as if her words had already sealed the promise. “Good girl,” he whispered. 

-

The walls of the apartment carried every sound. Raj didn’t need to be near Cassandra to catch her sharp tone as she paced inside the bedroom with her phone in hand.

“Jason, I told you, I’ve made my decision. This is what I want,” she snapped, her voice breaking with frustration. 

Raj sat back on the couch, arms folded, as he watched things play out. He could hear the tinny echo of Jason’s voice from inside. He sounded angry and desperate, like a man losing his grip.

“What do you want?” Jason shot back through the speaker. “You’re telling me you want to stay there? Forever? With everything we had planned, our life, our wedding? You’re just gonna throw it all away?”

Cassandra pinched the bridge of her nose as she let out a long, strained sigh. “I know it’s not easy, Jason. But things have changed a lot since the lockdown. I’m sorry… It’s not fair to you, but this is just the way things are now. I’ve built something good here. I can’t just leave it now. Why can’t you just—”

Jason cut her off, his voice rising. “No, no, Cass. Don’t you dare try to spin this. You’re different now. You’ve been acting strangely over the past few months: the calls, the excuses, the delays. You don’t answer me half the time anymore. You’re hiding something. I can feel it.”

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, silence filled the line.

Jason’s voice dropped lower, cold and sharp. “There’s another man, isn’t there?”

Cassandra froze in the middle of the room, her heart pounding in her chest. “Jason…” she started, trying to steady her voice, “that’s not the point. You’re not listening. I’ve told you again and again, things are different now. I don’t know if I can just… go back.”

“Don’t change the subject!” Jason snapped, his fury bleeding through the speaker. “Just tell me. Tell me the truth. Who is he??”

Her eyes darted toward the cracked door, peering into the living room where Raj sat patiently. His expression was rather calm, as if he knew the outcome of this altercation. 

Cassandra swallowed hard, her throat dry and her voice shaking. She didn’t want to reveal anything, let alone say that the person she’s seeing is the very man whom Jason found when searching for a place for her to stay. 

“Jason… please. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

But Jason wasn’t letting go. His voice erupted again through the phone, raw and ragged. 

“Goddammit, Cassandra! Don’t play games with me! Just fucking say it! You’ve been stringing me along for months while I sit here waiting like an idiot for you! I’m not stupid! I can hear it in your voice!”

Cassandra flinched, her free hand pressing against the desk to steady herself. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes, but she clenched her jaw. The guilt had been lording over her for months, and now was the moment to finally let it all out. She took a deep breath before finally speaking. 

“Yes… There’s another man.”

Jason went quiet for a second, just the sound of his heavy breathing on the line. “Who?” he demanded, his tone low and dangerous.

Cassandra squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head. “It doesn’t matter who. That’s not what this is about.”

“The hell it isn’t!” Jason roared. “Tell me who he is, Cassandra. Who is he?! Some stranger you met over there? Some loser who—”

“Jason!” she snapped, her own voice finally rising. “Stop! Please, just stop… I can’t do this anymore. What’s done is done.”

Silence again, heavy and suffocating.

Her words spilled out before he could shout again. “I’m sorry. I never wanted it to happen like this. But I've made my choice. I have a new life here… and I can’t stop lying to you. I’m not coming back… You just have to accept that.”

Jason’s breath hitched. For a moment, she thought he might break down, but instead his words came sharp, final. “Just send the fucking ring back.”

Cassandra blinked. “What?”

“The ring,” he said coldly. “Send me the ring you didn’t deserve to wear in the first place.”

Her lips trembled, but she nodded even though he couldn’t see. A small part of her thought he’d fight harder against breaking up now, but she’d also figured that he realized the long-term prospects of their relationship were not good. “Okay.”

He exhaled, a sound between a laugh and a sob. “Unbelievable. After everything… this is how it ends… fuck you.”

“Jason… I’m sorry,” she whispered again, her voice breaking. “I really am.”

Silence again. She could feel him open his mouth to try and say something, but instead, the line clicked dead. 

Cassandra lowered the phone slowly, staring blankly at the black screen. Her hand moved to her stomach, resting protectively over the small swell underneath her shirt. Her mind drifted to Raj; she could already see the triumphant smirk on his face. 

It was done. She made her choice. She had a new life now. There was no turning back.

-

A few months later, Cassandra hardly recognized the new life she was living. The cramped, musty apartment where everything had started felt like a distant memory. Her new job had given her enough stability and income to finally move into something better. It was a bright, modern flat in a cleaner part of the city with working elevators, fresh paint, and a balcony that overlooked the noisy streets below. This place was recommended by some of her co-workers who also lived there, so there were very familiar faces around, and it was definitely less sketchy. 

Of course, she hadn’t moved alone. Raj came with her, as if it had always been a given. He carried their boxes one by one, grumbling about his creaky knees. He had no choice in the matter since Cassnadra argued that she was too pregnant to help. But they were partners now, in more ways than she could bring herself to fully admit. He cooked while she arranged the furniture. He rubbed her back when she was strained from her pregnancy. And every night, no matter how tired she was, he found ways to remind her that she was his. 

She was six months along now, and her once-flat stomach was now a firm, round swell. When she stood in front of the mirror, she couldn’t help but wonder why she had let this old Indian man impregnate her; it almost felt surreal. But what was done was done. There was no point in denying it. Raj was the father of her child, the old man she’d once found creepy and lecherous, who now brushed her hair in the mornings and pressed slow, claiming kisses against her shoulder as she got dressed for work. 

The breakup with Jason had been as rough as she’d expected. Even after the final call, there were follow-ups, angry messages, desperate pleas. He demanded answers she refused to give, pressing again and again to know who it was, and why she was doing this. He even threatened to fly over himself. But eventually the fury ran dry, and the silence that followed was somehow heavier. 

Telling her family had been even worse. The calls were long, strained, and filled with questions she couldn’t answer cleanly. They liked Jason and couldn’t believe why she would just break things off. Her mother was between bewildered and disappointed, while her father was silently judging her, asking if she was mentally there. Cassandra had rehearsed the lines in her head: I’m happy here. I have work. I’m safe. None of them landed the way she hoped. 

She hadn’t even told them anything about the pregnancy or Raj. They knew she was seeing another person. Jason told them that much when he got to them first. She figured she’d wait. Telling them that she’s with an old Indian man and that she’s pregnant with his child might not sit well with them.

And yet, despite all the stress, here she was. In a new apartment, with a new lover, carrying a child that bound her future to this foreign country. 

Raj seemed more at ease than ever. He thrived on domesticity, slipping into the role of partner with startling confidence. He comforted her when she needed, fucked her when she desired it. He was still that lecherous bastard that seduced her all those months back, but oddly enough, that’s what drew her to him. 

-

The sounds of conversation and clinks of drink glasses filled the apartment as Raj sat proudly in his new living room with two of his oldest friends. They traded jokes and laughed as they sipped on some rum he had brought from his little getaway. The air smelled of fried snacks and cheap tobacco,  and the window was cracked open to let the smoke drift out. 

One of his friends, a heavier man with a thick mustache, gestured around the room with his drink. Eh, Raj, when did you get so fancy, huh? This place? These floors, this balcony? What happened to the rat box by the bazaar?”

Raj smirked, enjoying the attention. “Things change, my friend. Business is good, yes… but not just that.”

The other, a wiry man with a missing front tooth, barked a laugh. “Come on, old dog, what’s the truth? You win the lottery without telling?”

Raj leaned forward, lowering his voice, his grin widening triumphantly. “You could say I did,” he began, letting his words hang to draw them in. “I landed myself a stunning American babe.”

For a moment, there was silence before both men burst out laughing, slapping their knees and nearly spilling their drinks. “Ha! Raj, you old fool, stop with the make-up stories. An American? You? In this city? Hah!”

“Maybe in your dreams,” the mustached one wheezed. “What really happened? You scammed a landlord? You found some rich widow?”

Raj raised his brows, shaking his balding head with mock disappointment. “You think I'm joking? I’m telling you the truth. She is young, beautiful, and successful. I even knocked her up!”

This only brought another round of howling laughter. “Knocked her up! Raj, you’ll kill us with these lies, my friend!”

But before Raj could press the point further, the front door creaked open. All three heads turned as Cassandra stepped inside, kicking off her heels, purse slung over her shoulder. She froze for half a second when she saw the company. 

“Oh,” she said softly, brushing a strand of dark hair from her face. “Didn’t know we had guests.”

Raj’s friends went dead silent, their jaws slackened as Cassandra crossed the room, her blouse stretched around the firm swell of her six-month belly. She leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Raj’s cheek as he grinned smugly. One arm sliding possessively around her waist. 

“Long day at work, beautiful?” Raj asked casually as he victoriously chuckled toward his friends. 

Cassandra nodded, glancing curiously at the men still staring. “Yeah. Tiring. My back hurts, my feet hurt. But nothing that will kill me. Who do we have here?”

Raj reveled at their stunned expressions. “Old friends. They didn’t believe me when I told them about you.”

The mustached man’s eyes darted between Cassandra and Raj, disbelief etched across his face. “Well damn. You were telling the truth, you old bastard.”

The toothless one let out a low whistle, shaking his head in amazement. “Bloody hell… she’s real.”

Raj chuckled, patting Cassandra's hip with satisfaction. “More than real. She’s mine.”

Cassandra smirked faintly and rolled her eyes as she moved away. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you two,” she said before turning to Raj. “I’m going to the room. Don’t stay up too late.”

Raj nodded as he sipped from his glass. “Of course, my darling. We won’t be too long.”

As Cassandra left the living room, Raj couldn’t help but notice his friends’ gazes. He recognized the angles of their eyes as she turned her back to them. “Hey, you two, eyes off my woman,” he said, half-playful, half-scolding. 

The two shook their heads, still processing what had happened. “Did you blackmail her?” the mustached man asked suspiciously. 

Raj chuckled, shaking his head as he poured some more rum into his glass. “All you two have to know is that this old bastard can be quite charming.”

The men burst into another shared laughter, and their conversation drifted back to old tales alike. 

-

The apartment had finally gone quiet after Raj’s friends stumbled out into the night, still muttering in disbelief. He cleaned up after himself, removing the empty glasses and plates from the coffee table before retreating back to the bedroom he shared with his lover.

Hours later, the bedroom was dark except for the dim glow of the moonlight peering through the blinds. The sheets clung damply to their bodies, air thick with heat and sweat. Cassandra lay curled on her side, her back pressed tight against Raj’s chest, his dark, wiry frame molded into her fair, curvy body. His cock slid steadily in and out of her soaked pussy, the slow, sticky rhythm of their spoon fucking filled the air.

Her breaths came in short, shaky gasps as his bony hands cupped her round stomach from behind, fingers splayed over her swell. He kissed along the back of her neck, his breath hot, and his thrusts lazy but deep. 

“Hmm, look at you,” Raj murmured into her ear, his accent thick. “So full, so beautiful. My American girl… carrying my child, moaning on my cock every night.”

Cassandra whimpered, tilting her head back against his shoulder and parting her lush lips for a kiss. Their mouths met in a messy, needy kiss, their tongues tangling as he pushed harder into her tight depths. She broke away with a gasp, her toes curling into the damp sheets as her body trembled around him. 

“God, Raj,” she moaned, her voice high and breathless. “My hormones are making me so fucking horny all the time. I can’t stop… I just need you to fuck me harder, baby.”

His teeth grazed her earlobe, making her shiver. “Hm, that’s right. I made you like that. I did this to you by putting that baby in your belly.” His hand slid lower, cupping her mound hungrily as he thrust deeper, grinding against her swollen clit. “Gonna fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”

Her fingers clawed at the sheets, her thighs trembling. “Mmmmpphhh—fuck, yesss.. Keep going… ah ah ah—uh uh uh—don’t stop.”

Raj groaned, his hips snapping harder against her as his grip on her stomach tightened. “Good girl… take it… Let me feel you squeeze me. You love this belly, don’t you? You love that I put my baby inside you.”

“Yes—yes!” she cried out, grinding back against him, her body jerking with every thrust. Her moans filled the room, raw and desperate, echoing with the sound of wet, slapping flesh as she clung to him. 

Their lips met again, frantic and slopping, as Raj fucked her through it. They moved in perfect rhythm, Cassandra’s cries muffled against his mouth as his cock drove into her tight, wet pussy. Her belly shuddered beneath his palm, every thrust rocking her forward as her feet tangled and dug into the sheets. 

She broke into loud, desperate moans, the tension in her body snapping as her orgasm ripped through her. “Ohhhh—Raj! Fuuuuuuckkkk!” Her cunt clenched hard around him, milking his cock with pulsing waves as she shook against him. 

Raj groaned savagely as their kiss broke, his wiry frame tightening against her back. “Auurrgghh! Yesss… milk me, take all of it.” His hips moved rougher, faster, until his own release hit like a jolt. With a guttural growl, he shoved himself as deep as her body would take him, cock throbbing as thick ropes of cum spilled into her already stuffed pussy. 

“EEAYYYYAAHHHGGG!” he snarled, rutting through his orgasm, grinding into her while his load poured inside. His free hand slid down to her ass, squeezing her cheek hard before giving it a sharp, stinging slap.

Cassandra purred with pure satisfaction, shuddering as his seed filled her, her body limp against him.

Raj kissed the side of her neck, still panting, his voice dripping with lecherous pride. “Mmm… can’t wait to knock you up again after this one. Keep you round and dripping with my seed forever.”

She moaned weakly, lost in the haze of pleasure, her body still shaking as his words sank deep, planting themselves like the heat throbbing inside her.

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The morning sunlight spilled through the curtains into the apartment. Cassandra adjusted the strap of her blouse as she stepped out of the bedroom, smoothing out the hem of her skirt, her dark, wavy hair already pinned neatly for work. She paused when she saw the sight in front of her. Raj was seated on the couch, cradling their baby boy against his chest, a small bottle tilted as the infant suckled hungrily. 

Her chest swelled warmly, a smile tugging at her lips. She crossed the room and leaned down to kiss the tiny crown of her son’s head, breathing in that sweet baby smell, then straightened just enough to give Raj a kiss on the lips.

“Morning,” she whispered. 

Raj’s dark, beady eyes softened, that familiar grin curling at his mouth. “Morning, beautiful.”

She lingered, her hand brushing over her son’s round cheek before straightening and gathering her bag and papers for the day. She slipped on her heels, the sounds of them clicking against the floor echoing as she shuffled around the kitchen. 

Cassandra glanced back at them. Her mind drifted back to how this all started: Covid, the sudden lockdown, how this old man seduced her and got her pregnant. It felt like ages ago when that happened. If she told herself that her life would look like this before it all happened, she would’ve never believed it. But yet, here she was with a quaint little family that she never thought she’d have in a foreign country. 

“Alright, baby. I’ll be back later. Love you,” she said casually as she slung her purse over her shoulder. 

Raj looked up, still holding their son close, replying without hesitation. “Okay, beautiful, love you.”

As she gathered the last of her things and adjusted her heels one more time, Raj’s smile turned mischievous. “Should I be waiting naked in the bed for you when you get home, hmm?”

Cassandra rolled her pretty blue eyes and shook her head as she moved past him. “Pervert,” she teased. But as she headed for the door, she gave him the smallest, knowing nod over her shoulder. 

Raj chuckled under his breath, his hand gently patting their baby’s back. The apartment felt full, alive, theirs. 

For Cassandra, it was enough. She closed the door behind her, heart light, already eager to come back home for whatever her lover had in store.

The End