Sixteen
Maxim
I pull on my sweater and gather Ava’s clothes from the floor, placing them on the bed. Our clothes are still damp, and the rain hasn’t let up, but I can’t bring myself to stay here any longer. When I chased Ava into the forest, I heard Aurora’s cries.
And now, me, a man who could eat a full meal in front of a rotting corpse without blinking, can’t shake the sound of my little girl’s sobs. Can’t even enjoy filling up the best pussy I’ve ever fucked one more time.
Ava’s dressed when she climbs down from the bed. The stiffness in her face is gone. The tension, the walls, all gone. Right now, she looks exactly like a woman who’s just been thoroughly fucked. Her skin’s glowing, her muscles relaxed.
I grab the blanket from the bed to use as a makeshift umbrella on our way back. I look her in the eye and tuck her hair behind her ear. “Ready to go?”
She tilts her head up, her gaze more captivating than anything I’ve seen from her before. “When we get back, I’ll ask Emily for the morning-after pill.”
I freeze for a second, realizing I didn’t use a condom, and she’s not on birth control. Truth is, I’m not eager for another kid right now either, but the fact that Ava doesn’t want another baby from me sends ice through my veins.
My tone turns cold without me meaning to. “All right.”
I start to pull away, but she grabs my hand and pulls me in. Her palms cradle my face, and she kisses me. I don’t want to upset her, so I kiss her back, but it’s obvious I’m not really into it.
“I’m twenty-five, and I’m already a mom to a two-year-old. But in my whole life, I’ve only had sex twice. I want to enjoy myself a little before taking on the responsibility of another kid, Maxim.”
Her serious tone almost makes me laugh, but I hold it back. My gorgeous red vixen has just stepped into the land of lust and wants to revel in it.
The rage from earlier is gone. This time, I kiss her with heat, murmuring against her lips, “From today, I make it my mission to fuck you senseless every day. I’ll fuck you so good every day you won’t have a single regret.
And when the time comes, I’ll fill this gorgeous flat belly of yours with my seed again, so our little carrot has a sibling. ”
“You want another kid?”
I press her closer. “I’m already neck-deep. I want as many kids as you’re willing to give me. I don’t care if you build me a whole soccer team. As long as you’re their mother, I want them all.”
She laughs, burying her face in my neck. “Then we’d better settle on two. I’m not pushing ten more kids out of my vagina.”
I grab her firm ass. “Your pussy, your call. I’m just saying, me and my cock are always happy to help, though.”
She rubs my cock over my pants. “Then I guess it’s only fair to thank him properly tonight.”
“Amen to that.”
***
My third cigarette burns down to the filter, and my damp hair’s completely dry, but Ava still hasn’t come out of Aurora’s room.
After my shower, I’d wrapped a towel around my waist and leaned in the doorway, waiting for the hottest woman I’ve ever fucked to finish what we started this afternoon.
But apparently, Aurora has no plans to fall asleep.
Impatient, I move to the bedside table, stub out the cigarette, and slide another one from my metal case. I place it between my lips but before I light it, I hear the soft click of a door closing.
I turn around, cigarette still hanging from my mouth, and fuck. My blood starts sprinting through my veins.
She’s standing there in the doorway, wearing a sheer black nightgown that clings to her curves. Her red waves spill over her shoulders, wild and soft. Her honey-colored eyes trap me like warm, golden jars of sin. Not a trace of makeup, and yet she’s absolutely breathtaking.
She stands by the door, her chest heaving with excitement, staring at me. I’m thrown back to the first night I saw her, those same flushed cheeks glowing with shyness, her scent driving me fucking crazy even from a distance.
I pull the cigarette from my mouth and set it carefully on the table.
Untying the knot of my towel, I let it fall to the floor as I take a step toward the woman made for sin.
And damn, I thank every fucking god out there that I’m the only man she wants, because with lips like that and a face like hers, she could bring any guy on this planet to his knees.
I don’t stop when I reach her. I keep walking until she’s forced to back up, and when her spine meets the door, I scoop her up in one motion.
Her back hits the wood with a soft thud as I lift her until her face is level with mine.
Her sweaty palms find my shoulders, and her legs wrap tightly around my waist.
My cock’s already rock-hard, pulsing, and ready to sink into her tight little hole.
I stare deep into her eyes. Her breathing is shallow, her fingers digging into me.
I dip my head to her shoulder and brush soft kisses along her warm skin.
This woman has the softest, most intoxicating skin in the world.
She exhales a long, shaky breath, her whole body melting into my arms.
And that’s when I sink my teeth into her tender flesh.
She yelps from the sting, and I take advantage of her gasp to crash my mouth onto hers.
Her mouth tastes divine, her lips perfection.
Her face is still tight with pain, but she kisses me back.
I tilt my head, dragging my lips along her cheek and down to her earlobe.
I nibble on the soft flesh and grab both of her perfect ass cheeks, not so gently this time.
I carry her to the bed and sit down with her in my arms. I lean in, pressing my lips to her chest, then drag them lower, through the sheer fabric, until I reach her nipple.
Both her hands slide down from my shoulders, caressing the length of my spine.
Every soft moan that escapes her mouth tightens the grip of want, and the primal, possessive hunger I feel for her.
It’s the kind of craving a lion has for his lioness.
I slip two fingers under the thin strap of her panties and stroke her pussy. She lifts her hips a little, giving me easier access. I circle my fingers inside her soaked entrance, and the slick warmth makes a smirk play on my lips.
I don’t bother taking her panties off. I grip my cock and press it against her tight entrance, pushing the fabric aside. Her head jerks up, locking eyes with mine.
I kiss her softly and whisper, “It’s okay. Just ease down on it.”
One arm wraps around her waist, I guide her gently lower. She claws into my hair, bites the corner of her lip, and slowly slides down, inch by inch. The tight squeeze around me is so fucking good, my head falls back and a deep groan rips out of me.
She seems to love watching me lose it, because with a needy moan, she sinks even lower, until only the base of my cock is still visible. Her face twists slightly in discomfort, and when I sit up fully, her whole body shudders with a soft whimper.
I reach under the black lace and pull the nightgown over her head before tossing it somewhere behind me.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I press her against me and take her breast into my mouth, swirling my tongue around her hard nipple while I roll my hips in slow, circular motions.
She gasps and begins to mimic my rhythm, first gently, then faster.
I raise my head to catch the look on her face, that mix of pain and pleasure clouding her eyes. Her gorgeous tits bounce just inches from my face, sometimes brushing against my cheek, driving me wild.
When I feel she’s ready, I grab her hips with both hands and pick up the pace.
Her soft moans turn into short cries. I drag myself backward across the bed, pulling her with me.
My head hits the pillow, and I clasp both her hands behind her back, bending her down onto me as I start thrusting fast and deep.
Her ass rocks with every snap of my hips.
I know she wants to scream, but she’s holding back because of Aurora.
“Scream,” I growl. “This room’s soundproof.”
That’s all the permission she needs. Her cries rip from her throat and send jolts of pleasure straight to my cock.
“Maxim, oh God. Oh God!”
I slam into her one more time, burying myself to the base, and staying there for a few seconds. A tear escapes the corner of her eye, slipping down her cheek. She closes her eyes and rests her forehead against mine with a whimper.
I slide out of her and gently lay her limp body on her stomach. Straddling her hips, I push inside again, deep and rough, making her scream all over again. My fingers tease her tight asshole while I thrust into her harder. She fists the sheets and screams my name.
When I feel her clenching around me, I glance back and see her toes curling. My vixen’s close.
I lean over her, sliding my hand from her stomach to her clit, nipping at the skin along her spine as I keep thrusting. She writhes beneath me, and with a loud cry, her entire body convulses.
I stay buried inside her, not moving, letting her ride it out. She trembles, moaning until she goes still, melting into the sheets.
Then I sit up again, grip her ass, and spread her cheeks, starting to thrust once more.
“Maxim!”
Her voice is soft, breathless. Now that she’s come, taking me is hard for her but I’m not done yet.
“Just a little more,” I growl, barely in control.
I flip her onto her side, lifting her leg so I can watch my cock slide in and out. Her breasts bounce with every movement. She reaches out to slow me down, but I grab her wrist tightly, leaning over her, snarling like a lion, and deliver my final thrusts as I stare into her pained eyes
Something primal and dark awakens in me, something I’ve never felt before. Seeing her struggle satisfies a savage instinct I didn’t know I had. I treat whores and flings well, but the pain I’m causing Ava feels like a reminder, to both of us, of who she belongs to
When I finally explode inside her, I don’t stop until I’m spilling so deep that I feel it dripping onto the sheets.