Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
“Who needs wine when I’ve got your cunt juice? I love how hard you come for me, Samira.”
I bury my head in her pussy, taking in her scent. My hands grip the back of her head as I slap her down, careful to provide cushion. My cock hardens even more when she gags. Her body squirms. Her face is red, and her breath comes in shallow waves. I love when she’s at my mercy. I have a sick need to control her.
“I told you, Malishka. You come when I tell you.”
My cock twitches in her mouth as she coughs and gags. Her fingers tug at my hands, to no avail. Using her hair, I yank her and push her onto the sofa.
Wet black streaks cover her face. The perfect makeup she started the night with is erased with sweat and spit, yet she’s still beautiful, maybe even more so. I trap her head between my hands, holding it a little too firmly.
My eyes bore into hers, needing her to understand how much she means to me. “Fuck, I love you. I love you so damn much that I can’t see straight.”
I crush my lips to hers. This kiss is desperate, needy, and out of control. It’s consumed with passion and filled with love. I love this woman more than I love life itself.
“You’re mine, Samira, and I will always take care of you. I won’t let anyone hurt you. You’re free, baby. Free to be whatever you want, do whatever you want. Tell me what you need, Malishka. I’ll do anything to help you.”
I move back when she pushes against my chest. “You help me. Every day, you help me, Maxim. I can sense your love when you touch me in tenderness or debasement. With you, I’m safe. I believe it in my mind, my heart, and my body. But then there are moments when the past comes in, you know? When I’m unsure and scared, and that has nothing to do with you. When you touch me, I feel powerful. I have control. You’ve given me my power back, Max.”
“Then why do you hesitate? I don’t want you to walk around eggshells, Samira. You’re safe. No matter what, you’re always safe.”
Samira’s hand caresses my face. “I know, my love.”
My love. Two words out of her mouth, and my heart is about to burst out of my damn chest. Because knowing she loves me even half as much as I love her makes me feel like the most powerful person on the planet. Samira is my strength. She is my compassion; she is my life.
“I love you, Malishka. You’re everything to me. You’re the only thing that matters in my fucked-up world. Having you back is something I’ll never take for granted.”
“I know.” She smirks, rising off the sofa and spinning us around. “But I believe letting this thick cock of yours go to waste is the most horrendous violation.”
Chapter 4
Samira
Max barks out a laugh as he lifts me and tosses me on the sofa. His hand grips my knees, forcing them apart and open to his fiery gaze. “Oh, Malishka. I plan on putting this cock to expert use in your pretty pink cunt.”
There’s no warning as he impales me, only a grunt of pure ecstasy from him and a moan of longing from me.
His hand fists my hair, and he yanks my head down. “Look at how we fit, Samira. How perfectly we’re made for each other.”
Max doesn’t say things he doesn’t mean. He never spins lies or half-truths. When he tells me something, he utterly believes it, and because of his conviction, I’m never worried about being deceived by him. It may seem silly, but that’s what makes me love him the most. His honesty. Sometimes I don’t love what I hear, but Maxim's honesty is liberation for someone like me who has lived so much of her life in deceit. It also fosters a deep trust in this man, something I’ve never given to another person in my entire life.
The pad of his thumb rubs gently on my clit. A contradiction with the brutal assault of his huge penis. I smile because Max fucks exactly how he loves. It’s fierce and volatile, with force and love.
My gaze locks on where we’re joined. His penis moves in and out of me in a fast, hypnotic motion. I don’t understand why the sight is so erotic and intense, but it is.
“You’re it for me, Samira. The only woman I’ll ever want or need.” He tugs at my hair. “Keep looking, baby. Look at how hard I am for you. Only you. That’s your cock, Malishka, and that’s my perfect wet cunt. Tell me what I want, Samira.”
He fists my breast and kneads it forcefully before taking the nipple between his fingers as he twists and pulls. “I’m not a patient man, Samira. I suggest you don’t keep me waiting.”