23. Maxim
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
maxim
Scooping her off the floor, I strode to the bedroom and tossed her on the bed. She had been a vision walking down the aisle.
An angel. A princess — but on her knees for me with my cock in her mouth?
Fuck. She undid me completely.
Taking her mouth savagely, I delved into its corners, sliding my tongue against hers. Her mascara was smeared, and I rubbed my thumbs against it as I parted her thighs and pulled back to look at her. She was arched against the backdrop of my bed, her milky skin and the white of the lingerie a beacon in the moonlight.
Her tits were gorgeous, soft, and full with those rosy pink nipples that beckoned through the sheer lace as I popped the front clasp of the bra and set them bouncing free. Cradling each in my hands, they spilled over as I kneaded and licked, sucked each nipple to a hard point — bit as she moaned and writhed.
“Do you like that baby? I can’t wait to figure out what turns you on.”
She was so responsive. I loved it. I could play with her for hours. I had promised her a spanking and that was definitely in our future. My zayka wouldn’t be a good girl for long. She’d earn that punishment all too soon. My cock couldn’t wait.
Edging down her body, I traced the curve of her belly and the dip of her waist, allowing myself to linger at her belly button, licking around it and kissing her panties.
“Spread your legs wider,” I ordered. She looked at me from under her lashes, those green eyes a beacon. “You won’t need these.” Gripping the edges of the thong with both hands, I tore it off. “Look at that pussy.” The words were more for me than her.
She was beautiful. Dripping and swollen.
Spreading her folds, I looked at her even as she squeaked and tried to sit up.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking at what’s mine. Lie still.”
She lay back but continued to watch me with those malachite eyes as I settled between her legs and proceeded to lick her lazily. I shivered as I got my first actual taste. Every woman tasted different. This was just a fact. Cora tasted like pineapple and rain. Spreading her so I could take my time, I plunged my tongue into her, fucking her with it while I circled her clit with my fingers. God, she was heaven. No way would I let her come like this. Maybe later.
My cock was already hard as an iron as she bucked and ground against my mouth.
“Max. Max.”
Fuck, I loved the way she screamed my name. I was almost tempted to let her come. I could feel her getting close, the way she fluttered and heaved as my tongue plunged.
Still, I sat up even as she protested. “You’re coming on my cock, zayka. That’s final.”
Notching against her slit, I rubbed the head of my cock against her clit. It felt so good I almost felt my eyes roll back, but I pulled her close and rocked into her in a savage thrust even as her eyes widened.
All the way in, balls deep.
“Oh, God.”
Then I stroked back and slammed forward, keeping my eyes on her. I was going to fuck her into oblivion.
Into the stars.
Into the darkness.
“Harder, Max. Harder.”
Her breasts bounced as I wedged her leg onto my shoulder and obliged. I gave myself over to instinct and drove her mercilessly until we were covered in a fine sheen before I felt her flutter around me and gush over me. With one more savage thrust, I came hard.
Collapsing onto the pillow beside her, I watched as she gave me a lazy look.
“So, I agree. Married life will work out just fine,” she said.