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)
I can’t help but smile at that notion. Maxim is the most patient man in the world. Not many in his position would stay celibate for ten years while searching for me. But Max waited for me. “I love you.”
His head bends, and he places a chaste kiss on my lips. “I love you too, but you're kinda taking me out of the moment here.”
“Guess you better work harder, so you take us back in.”
He smiles, and his hand smacks my breasts in multiple slaps, each one stinging more than the last. “Oh, Malishka. Looks like my little brat needs a reminder about how to be a good slut for me. Pull my pussy open.”
I pull my pussy lips for him, exposing myself to his eyes. Maxim spits, and the saliva drops from his mouth straight onto my clit.
“Rub it in. I want to see you rub my spit into my pussy, slut.”
My fingers move, spreading the spit all over my slit. The sensation is so intense. The desire in me builds until it becomes a crescendo.
“What are you, Samira?”
“Yours!” I scream. “I’m your good little slut.”
Maxim shoves into me, deep and wild. His mouth is on mine, his teeth tugging at my bottom lip. My blood floods our mouths.
“Mine,” he growls. His body stiffens, and he unleashes his seed deep in me. “And I’m yours.”
He pulls out of me slowly. “I’m going to have to pay extra for this dinner. They probably didn’t expect cum stains all over their furniture.”
Reality dawns on me, and I remember we are at Chez Pierre, a luxurious French restaurant that caters to the affluent and famous. Panic takes hold, and suddenly the walls feel like they are closing in on me.
“Fuck. I have no clothes. I’ll have to go out there with my pussy exposed and my tits on display, thanks to you.”
“Might be fun to torch the place. Enzo is in town, too. He might give me a hand.”
I smack him on the chest, amused and frustrated. “I’m serious, Maxim. I don’t want to walk out of here like that. The idea is humiliating.”
He winks at me before pulling out a Dior bag. “I’m one step ahead, baby. "
I tear through the tissue paper, tossing it on the floor to reveal a pretty three-quarter-length sleeveless black dress with hand-stitched off-white flower embroidery. “It’s so pretty.”
“It’s also more you. As sexy as that red dress was, it wasn’t you.”
I smile, appreciating how right he is. The red Valentino was way too ostentatious for me. Bright red, crystal accents. It was all too much.
I dig in the bag for undergarments, but there are none. “What about underwear?”
“You seem to be under the notion I’m done fucking you for the night.”
“What?”
“I plan on fucking you until you can’t walk straight, Malishka. I don’t want panties to get in my way.”
A strained laugh falls from my mouth. “I’m not sure I can survive any more of your fucking.”
He pulls me to him, my head resting on his chest. “I’ll give you a nice warm bath to make up for it. If it makes you feel better, you can think of it as my Christmas present.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Crazy in love with you.”
The Manner
Alexie and Mia can be found in…
Chapter 1
“I love this wet pussy.”
We’re in the back of the limo, and his fingers have been working on me for the last twenty minutes. The partition is raised, and I hope the driver can’t hear the wet sounds coming from the back.
Alexie put me in the limo, demanded I open my legs, and fingered me.
“Take out your big tits. I want to see the jewelry.”
I dig into the dress, and I do as I’m told.
He opens the partition.
I glare at him, my voice hoarse from arousal. “What are you doing?”
“I told you; I’m going to give you a Christmas Eve you’ll never forget.”
“He’s going to see everything, Alexie.”
Alexie laughs as he slaps one breast, making it jiggle. “Fuck, that’s hot.” He smirks at me. “You don’t need to pretend you don’t like being watched, slut. Your pussy is drenched thinking about the driver watching you getting finger-banged, isn’t it? After all, Goddess, it would be wrong of me to hoard all your beauty from the masses, wouldn’t it?”
My head shoots up, and I glare at him. “You hate it when others look at me.”
It’s true; exhibitionism is my thing. I love it, but Alexie doesn’t see it the same. He usually gets so irritated that it leads to him decapitating someone.
He shrugs, a lopsided smile plastered on his face. “Yes, I do. But you’re a whore who needs it.”
“You can’t kill him for looking at what you put on display.”
Alexie holds up his pinky finger. “I won’t. Pinky promise. I wanted you to have something fun for Christmas.” He fidgets with his black half-mask. “That’s why we’re wearing these. Tonight, you can be as big of a whore as you want, and I’ll be a good boy and let you.”