32. Maxim
32
MAXIM
The next day…
M y body moves effortlessly, slicing through the water with practiced ease. Never any pain in my hip while I’m in the water.
I should tell her the truth. Marco almost got her because I used her as bait. I used her to get what I wanted.
Veronica lounges on the edge, her legs dangling in the pool, her crimson bikini clinging to her in all the right places.
She’s watching me with those piercing eyes of hers, the ones that always seem to see right through me.
“You look happy” she asks as I swim toward her.
I swim closer, stopping just inches from her. Water drips down my face as I lean on the edge of the pool, my arms framing her. “And you look like a little fish waiting to be eaten,” I reply, my voice rough. “But we both know better, don’t we? Killer, that’s you.”
Her eyes drop to my lips, then flicker lower, where the water hides nothing. I can feel her gaze like a physical touch, and it stirs something primal in me.
I push myself out of the pool, water cascading off my body as I stand before her. Her eyes widen for a moment, taking in the sight of me—fully naked, fully aroused. She bites her lower lip, a small, deliberate action she knows drives me wild.
“Like the view?” I ask, stepping closer. My cock stands rigid between us, demanding attention. She leans back slightly, feigning innocence.
“I’ve seen better,” she murmurs, her hand reaching out to brush against my thigh. Her touch is feather-light, but it sends a jolt straight to my core.
She looks up at me through her lashes, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “But maybe you should make yourself useful while you’re standing there.”
I chuckle darkly, grabbing her wrist and pulling her to her feet. She stumbles slightly, pressing against me, her body warm and damp from the poolside heat.
“Useful, huh?” I whisper into her ear, my breath hot against her skin. “What did you have in mind?”
Her hands slide up my chest, nails lightly scratching as she goes. “Oh, I think you know,” she purrs, her voice dripping with promise.
Her fingers find their way to my shoulders, and she pushes me backward until I’m sitting on the edge of a lounger. She kneels between my legs, her eyes never leaving mine as she lowers her mouth to my cock.
The first touch of her lips is electric, sending a shockwave through my body. She starts slow, savoring every inch of me, her tongue tracing patterns that make my spine tingle.
“God, Maxim,” she breathes between strokes, “you taste so good.” Her words are muffled, but they send a fresh surge of desire spiraling through me.
Her hands grip my thighs, her nails digging in just enough to remind me who’s in control—for now. She takes me deeper, her throat relaxing as she swallows me whole.
I groan, my head falling back as pleasure surges through me. “Fuck, Veronica,” I mutter, tangling my fingers in her hair. “You’re incredible.”
She pulls back slightly, her tongue swirling around the tip. “Say it again,” she demands, her voice husky. “Tell me how much you want me.”
“I want you,” I growl, my grip tightening. “More than anything. I want you, Veronica. I need my wife, my queen.”
She moans softly, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through me. “Good boy,” she murmurs, before diving back down with renewed fervor.
Her movements become faster, more desperate, as if she needs this as much as I do. I can feel the pressure building, threatening to explode, but I force myself to hold back. This isn’t about me—not yet.
With a firm grip, I pull her off me, ignoring her whimper of protest. “My turn,” I say, flipping her onto her back.
She gasps as I spread her legs, my eyes locking onto hers as I lower my mouth to her pussy. She’s already wet, her arousal unmistakable as my tongue finds its mark.
“Maxim!” she cries out, her hands clawing at the lounge chair. I growl against her, my tongue relentless as I tease and torment her.
Her hips buck against my face, desperate for more, but I keep the pace slow, maddening. I want her begging, pleading, completely at my mercy.
“Please,” she finally whimpers, her voice breaking. “I need… I need…”
“Need what?” I ask, pulling back just enough to let her squirm. “Tell me.”
“You,” she rasps, her eyes burning into mine. “I need you inside me. Right fucking now.”
In one swift motion, I flip her onto all fours, positioning myself behind her.
She arches her back, presenting herself to me perfectly. I run a hand along her curves, admiring the way her body responds to my touch.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, before driving into her with a single, powerful thrust.
She cries out, her body trembling as I fill her completely. I grab her hips, pulling her back onto me with each stroke, setting a punishing rhythm.
The sound of skin against skin fills the air, mingling with her breathless moans and my own guttural grunts.
“Harder,” she gasps, clutching the edge of the chair for support. I oblige, slamming into her with enough force to make her scream.
Her walls clench around me, drawing me deeper, urging me on. I reach around, finding her clit and rubbing in time with my thrusts.
She’s close—I can feel it in the way her body tightens, in the way her breath comes in short, desperate pants.
“Come for me,” I growl, my voice raw with need. “Now.”
Her orgasm hits like a tidal wave, her body convulsing as she lets out a cry that echoes across the estate. I follow her over the edge, my release crashing through me as I bury myself deep inside her, claiming her completely.
We collapse together, spent and satisfied, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. She turns her head to look at me, her eyes heavy-lidded but filled with a fiery intensity. “When’s round two?”