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)
He pumps into me enough times to dampen his palm before he withdraws his fingers, twists me around, and then flattens my back to the door. My breath hitches halfway to my lungs when he falls to his knees in front of me.
The lusty stare he hits me with is similar to the one in the video I watched earlier today, but instead of holding back his desire to devour me whole, he does the exact opposite.
He slips down my panties, which are shadowed with wetness, before he makes my dress even more immodest by shoving it up until it wraps around my quivering stomach.
“You have such an enticing cunt, Nikita. So pretty and pink.” His words alone build a familiar sensation low in my stomach, so you can imagine how potent the spasms become when he moves his mouth to within an inch of my pussy. “Why would I want anything else?”
Before I can answer him, his tongue flicks my clit, and my knees almost buckle. I feel his lips rise more than I witness his grin. He loves making me so needy I can’t think, speak, or breathe. And I’m too horny to care if it makes me look like a lovesick idiot.
A sex god is kneeling in front of me, licking, biting, and teasing my pussy with a mouth as sinful as his devilish good looks.
I’d be insane to give this up.
As Maksim makes love to my pussy with his mouth, I brace myself against the door and flutter my eyes shut. Waves of ecstasy roll through me as my limbs tighten in preparation for release.
I should be horrified by how quickly he makes me come undone, but I’m not. His talents are wondrous, and I’m limp and pliable within minutes. If it weren’t for his big hand gripping my ass, holding me hostage to his mouth, I would have stumbled by now.
“Look at me,” Maksim demands as I tighten around him, racing toward release.
As I rake my teeth over my lower lip, striving to calm the hysteria roaring through me with a smidge of pain, I flutter open my eyes and lower them.
Our eyes make contact, and I hiss. The tilt of my hips means I can see everything he’s doing to me. His tongue connecting with my clit. His fingers coated in my arousal as he thrusts them in and out of me. A thickness not even the sturdiest material could conceal. I can see every wicked detail, and the naughtiness is my undoing.
My hands search for something to tether to as the tingles rushing through me redden my skin. One settles on Maksim’s hair, and the other twists around the doorknob.
I tug on his shiny locks, messing up their slicked-back design as my thighs clench his head.
My climax is long, and my tugs are cruel, but Maksim acts like he can’t get enough. He continually flicks his tongue over my clit and groans like the pleasure pouring through me is also engulfing him.
I love how much he enjoys giving head. I grunt and grind like I’m possessed.
Then I fully surrender.
“Yes,” Maksim hisses against my soaked sex, his grip on my ass more pleasing than painful. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come, Doc. So fucking delicious.” He sucks on the sensitive skin that pulled me under once more before he stands, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then seals his lips over mine.
I can taste myself on his mouth, but instead of being repulsed, I’m turned on.
Some of the mess between my legs is transferred to his suit jacket when he bands his arm around my ass and hoists me against him. While I return the lashes of his tongue and his playful bites, he walks us back to the bed that looks like it hasn’t been slept in for days.
We kiss at the foot of the mattress for several long minutes before Maksim eventually inches back. He nips at the lip I protrude in disappointment before he places me on the bed and takes another step back.
I’m mesmerized in under a second when his hand shoots to his cufflinks. There’s something sexy about his unhurried pace. He makes it seem like not even a hurricane could come between us. He has all the time in the world, and if I want to hog every second of it, I can have them all.
I love that more than anything.
My breathing stalls when the removal of his cuffs and suit jacket is closely followed by the unbuttoning of his business shirt. His shoulders are bulky and defined, stacked onto pecs that display peak physical fitness and a midsection I’d trace with my tongue even if he’d spent his day aboard public transport.
His body is divine, and it is taking everything I have not to reach out and touch every spectacular dip, ridge, and bulge.