Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 118309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
I’m hot all over.
Even more so when Maksim rolls his tongue over his lips, his eyes flaring when he tastes me on his mouth before he repeats his earlier demand. “Your turn.”
I don’t hesitate for a second. Who would? I’ve never been looked at with so much need. So much hunger.
Once I unzip the dress all the way down, it slips off my body with only the slightest whoosh. I’m naked now—fully naked head to toe except for my scuffed-to-within-an-inch-of-their-life stilettos—but so fixated on how much pre-cum drips from Maksim’s cock as he drags his eyes over my body, you’d swear I was draped in diamonds.
My eyes lift from Maksim’s cock to his face when he whispers, “You make me forget how to breathe. One glance, and I forgot every instinct I was born with. Every moral. Every principle. I forgot anything that wasn’t associated with you.”
With my self-loathing obliterated and my confidence at an all-time high, I become the woman I swore I’d grow up to be. I throw myself into Maksim’s arms before kissing him as if his mouth is the secret weapon to bring me out of my shell.
Hands, arms, and legs go in all directions as I attack him with the savagery of a bear. We’re naked and wet but clawing at each other as if there are layers of clothes between us.
“Not yet,” Maksim breathes over my kiss-swollen lips when I grip his cock and lead it to the opening of my pussy. “You’re not wet enough yet.” The wooden flooring offers relief to my overheated skin when he rolls me over before tracing a slow yet desperate kiss down my quivering stomach. “I need you fucking drenched.”
My shoulder blades meet when he spears his tongue inside a second after he swivels it around my aching clit. He stuffs it deep inside, urging me toward the finish line with frantic licks and sucks before ensuring a climax is imminent by adding fingers to the mix.
He places so much pressure between his fingers and my clit, before I can warn him of its arrival, I fall into pieces, and his name rips from my throat.
“Fuck… God… Please.”
Sentences are above me.
Breathing is above me.
And so is Maksim.
His giant, brooding frame hovers over me a second before he tilts my hips, lines up for a home run, and then enters me with one ardent thrust.
I call out, the sensation almost overwhelming.
I’ve never felt so full and content at the same time. I’m stretched beyond my limit, my vagina burning as it struggles to accommodate his size, but ecstatic to have reached this stage of our exchange for the second time.
Lust thickens my veins when Maksim drags his cock all the way out before he slams back in. He takes me so deep that I ride the crest between pain and pleasure for several long seconds before it veers in one direction—pleasure.
“Oh god, you’re so…”
“Deep.”
He thrusts into me harder.
“Hard.”
I clamp around him when he adds a flick to his hips that drives me wild.
“Striving not to lose control.” He aligns our eyes, his pupils widening when I don’t attempt to hide how he makes me feel. “I’ll burn down the entire world and everyone in it before I will ever give this up. I won’t let anyone take this from me.”
He waits for me to see the honesty in his eyes before he screws me senseless. He takes charge of my body, commands every inch, and I let him.
Maksim’s toes dig into the wooden floorboards as the wave in my stomach crests. He drives into me on repeat, fucking me as I’ve never been fucked. He acts like it is his mission to unravel me, to have me screaming his name loud enough for all the guests at his hotel to hear.
He fucks like a machine designed solely to make me come.
And that is precisely what I do two seconds later.
As an orgasm crashes into me, Maksim’s name tears from my throat. I quiver around him, my thighs trembling as frequently as the moans bellowing around the sex-scented space, but his pace doesn’t slow in the slightest. He continues driving into me, grunting, panting, and increasing my screams until they reach an ear-piercing level.
“Yes, Doc. Scream my name. Say it so loud I’ll hear it for a week.”
When he tilts my ass higher, giving himself unrestricted access to my pussy, a familiar tightening in the lower half of my stomach builds again. It forms like a wildfire—out of control and with no chance of being diminished.
He pumps into me on repeat, caking my skin with sweat with every perfect thrust. I’m overcome in an instant, clawing and panting as fireworks detonate through me for the umpteenth time tonight.
As a ruckus of devastation scorches my veins, I still before throwing my head back and moaning through the stars blistering before me.