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 swivels his tongue around my clit before sucking it into his mouth.
“Oh…” I breathe out slowly, already on the cusp of climax.
Pleasure scuttles through me when Maksim shifts the focus of his mouth lower. His lips are rimming the edge of an area no man has ever touched, but instead of repelling, I lift my ass off the mattress and rock my hips upward, encouraging his mouth to move lower.
“Holy hell,” I murmur when his tongue flicks over my puckered rear, sending jolts of electricity through my lower stomach.
The naughtiness of what he is doing is as stimulating as the lashes of his tongue.
“Has anyone ever touched you down here, Doc?” Maksim asks as he switches the fingers in my pussy for his thumb and drops the slippery digits between my butt cheeks.
“No,” I reply, my hips circling as wildly as my head spirals. His fingers are braced at the entrance of my ass. They’re slicked with my arousal, and I’m suddenly feeling invincible.
The need in his voice when he asks, “Do you want me to touch you here?” has me peering down at him over my erratically panting chest.
I nod, doubling the lust in his eyes.
“We’ll need to start slow. Your ass is even tighter than your cunt.”
A girlie squeal rips from my throat when he flips me over before he pulls me back so my ass is thrust high in the air. It is replaced with unladylike moans when he buries his head between my cheeks with as much eagerness as he does when he eats my pussy.
I’m already an incoherent, blubbering mess, but Maksim pushes me toward full hysteria when he returns his fingers to my pussy and his thumb to my clit.
I shatter like glass, moaning and shouting his name.
“So close. So fucking close. But we can do better.”
The thumb that hardened my clit to the point of pain is moved from the front of my body to the back.
“Relax, Doc,” Maksim demands when the intrusion of his thumb in my ass causes me to clench. “I’ll never hurt you.”
Since I believe him, I loosen my pelvic floor muscles, allowing his slippery thumb fully in.
“I feel so full,” I say, unashamed.
A heated hue creeps across my cheeks when Maksim replies, “Imagine how full you’ll feel when you’re taking my cock and my fingers at the same time.”
He does the synced pressure routine he usually does with my clit and pussy until another wave crests low in my stomach.
“You’re doing so good, Doc. I’m so proud of you.”
He moves faster, harder. He steers me to the crest of hysteria before he ensures there’s no other way for me to go but down.
I cry out when he slips his fingers out of my pussy a mere second before he thrusts his fat cock inside me.
The sensation of having two holes filled at once is almost too much. I’m so full. So taken.
So claimed.
I can do nothing but scream as ecstasy pumps through my veins.
“Maksim… God…” I grunt out when my blinding orgasm doesn’t slow him down in the slightest. He thrusts into me on repeat, bringing my screams to an ear-piercing level.
“Better. Much better. But I still think you have more to give.”
“I don’t.” Strands of hair stick to my sweat-dotted face when I shake my head. “I can’t. I’m done.”
“Shit.”
Thrust.
“Fucking.”
Thrust.
“Liar.”
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
“Doc.”
“Fuck. Christ. Shit.” I mash my face with the pillow while a torrent of naughty, wicked words leave my mouth. I’m on the border of an intense orgasm, one I am confident will override the intensity of every one before it, but I need a little more to fully let go.
“Please, Maksim,” I beg, unashamed. “Make me come. I need you to make me come.”
“There she is,” Maksim mutters seconds before he ticks off every fantasy I’ve ever had.
Hours after screwing me senseless, I lie with my head resting on Maksim’s chest and his semi-firm cock still inside me. The rhythm of his heart announces he is awake, let alone the quickest pause of his breathing when I murmur against his sweat-slicked skin, “Thank you for bringing my father here.” We moan in sync when I inch back, and the slightest movement grinds my clit against the impressive arrow of his V muscle. “I don’t know how you did it, and I don’t want to know, but you need to know how much I appreciate what you did for him…” I breathe out slowly before adding, “And me. I needed that closure.”
I’m talking in riddles because I am emotionally drained, but Maksim appears to have no issues deciphering my gibberish. “You’ll never get over what happened to your mother and sister, but with the right people around you, the blame will eventually shift to the people deserving of the guilt.”
Several long seconds of silence pass before I break it. “I testified against him.”