Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“I’m many things, Malishka, but I’m not a liar. You don’t want to anger me, little one. You might not like what you get. I’m not the same man you left behind.”
“I left nothing behind. They sold me to the highest bidder.”
Maxim smirks before he pulls my hair so hard that I fall onto my knees. “You talk too much. It’s time to put your mouth to better use.” His free hand moves to the fly of his pants, and I watch as he lowers the zipper of his black pants. “For someone who says they don’t want it, you’re salivating, Malishka.”
I stare at his hand as he pulls out his cock and displays it before me. It’s as beautiful as I remember. Thick and long. The tip is perfect, and without thinking, my mouth opens.
“Such a good girl getting in position to have that pretty mouth fucked, hard. Such a hungry whore. You want to be stuffed with my cock, don’t you, baby?” He fists his dick and glides the tip along my lips. My tongue slips out, and I taste his pre-cum. “Open wide, Malishka.”
He drives the tip of his cock in between my lips, making them part before he shoves his cock forcibly into my mouth. It’s so large that he makes me gag, but he doesn’t stop. He continues driving into my mouth.
“Eyes up, whore. I want to see your eyes as I fuck your throat. Is this what you wanted, Malishka, to be used like a common whore?”
I glide my tongue under his dick as he pulls my head forward, my nose now level with his abdomen. Breathing is getting harder, and tears sting my eyes right before they flood down my face. Even though Maxim and I used to have rough sex, he’s never been this rough with me, this unhinged. And for the first time since seeing him again, fear floods my veins.
He pulls my hair, lunging my head off his dick. Drool falls from the sides of my mouth, hitting my chest and the floor.
Max smirks at me as he leans down. His hand wipes my face harshly, smearing it with my spit. “Is this what you wanted, Samira? For me to degrade you, humiliate you?” He rubs his finger along my lips, smearing red lipstick on my cheek. “Have you had enough?”
A part of me wants this to end, but a bigger part of me wants him to continue. God, help me, I want the worst of Maxim. “No.”
Maxim’s nostrils flare, and shadows smolder in his eyes. Before I can even process what’s happening, my head is yanked back, his fingers bruising the flesh of my face. He presses his thumb to the corner of my mouth, forcing my lips to part for him. The pain in my scalp evaporates to nothing but a mild sting when he abandons my hair and repeats the action with his other thumb, hooking my mouth and moving my head back so that I’m staring directly into his eyes. “You’re gonna be a good little cum dump.”
He shoves his cock back into my mouth, moving my head back and forth. My cheeks burn with the sting of his fingers and the invasion of his dick.
Chapter 8
MAXIM
I hate that I enjoy debasing her. Saliva is pouring from the sides of her mouth and her mascara is running down her cheeks. She looks completely ruined, and I’m rock-hard cos it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I always liked sex rough with Samira, but this time it seems different. Maybe it’s because she’s holding herself back. I want to push her until I break her, mold her to being mine again.
She moans around my cock as I fuck her face mercilessly. My Malishka always liked it a little rough, to be controlled, manhandled, owned by me. The fire will never go out, and she can try to deny it. She’s been mine from the moment I laid eyes on her.
A groan escapes my lips as her soft tongue sweeps around my cock. “Fuck, Malishka, you’re such a good cock sucking whore. Take it, darling. Take it like the good little slut you are.”
My balls tighten, and I’m about to explode, but I don’t want to come in her mouth. I also don’t want Michael to say the show wasn’t to his liking and pull a fast one on me.
I yank her hair back. Her chest rises and falls in a fast rhythm as drool falls onto her chest. My hand reaches for her bra and I pull it down, taking out her tits. Fuck, they’re perfect, round and soft. Her spit lands on the soft mounds and I rub it in before tugging at one of her nipples, making her moan. I tug harder and twist the little bud between my fingers, pulling her towards me.