Chapter 7 MAYA #2
I’m still sore and a bit tired after such an intense day.
But I feel so alive. We had so much fun with Sofia.
And alone with Mikhail… I wish I could be with him tonight.
Longer. And not just to stare at his handsome face and hot body.
I want to tease him to wrestle one of his small, rare smiles out of him.
Not just to be in his presence. But also in his arms. Feel his warmth.
Smell him. Feel his hard body. I just want him. Around me… inside me…
I change into a tank top and leggings, wash my face, brush my teeth. But I can’t stop thinking about him. About this morning. About the things he said.
I’m standing by the door, rubbing lotion on my hands, when the door opens. My eyes move to it and there he is. Mikhail is standing in my doorway.
He steps inside. Locks the door behind him, doesn’t say a word. Just comes to me. And before I can react, he’s got me pinned against the wall…
“Mikhail…” I try.
But his hand clamps over my mouth.
“Not a fucking sound,” he growls in my ear.
My eyes go wide as he pulls down my leggings and panties in one move, exposing my bare ass.
Then I feel him. Thick, hard, pressing against my naked skin.
When I moan loudly, he spanks me. The hard sting spreading warmth on my skin, making me wet instantly.
“Quiet,” he rumbles.
I hear a rustle of fabric and the metallic sound of his zipper lowering. I nod against his hand, eyes wide, breath erratic. He runs a finger through my slit and, of course, finds me wet.
That makes him let out a vicious, “Fuck!”
He rolls the pad of his finger over my clit, his calluses creating incredible friction, and I moan under his big palm.
It’s so fucking hot… My breasts pressed to the wall, my hands clutching his forearm, arching my back to offer myself.
His finger sliding through my wet, swollen folds, pinching my clit, pressing at my entrance, pushing in, scissoring.
He adds another, and another. Stretching me, preparing me.
Reminding me of what I’m about to receive.
His thick, hard-as-fuck cock that’s resting heavily between the globes of my ass, dripping precum, the head barely nudging me…
Right there, but still too far. I whimper, whine, moan and beg under his fingers.
He keeps rolling my clit, grunting in my ear, licking and biting the sensitive skin of my neck.
Then he slides inside me in one hard thrust. I gasp into his palm.
He doesn’t wait. Doesn’t ease me into it this time.
Mikhail Maksimov fucks me. Hard. Fast. Brutal.
With his hand clamped over my mouth. His fingers torturing my throbbing clit.
And I can’t make a single fucking sound.
Only take it. The electric pulses traveling from my pussy to my entire body, the waves of pleasure coursing through me.
The amazing sensations rippling through me every time his tongue and teeth meet my skin.
How small I feel surrounded by his massive body, invaded by his insane girth, taken, wrecked, goddamn cared for…
“Feel how wet you are for me, sweet girl?” he growls, sounding like a fucking maniac. “Your body knows.”
I’m shaking. Trying not to scream. But my muffled sounds come out desperate. Like I’m an animal too, in heat, craving it, and finally getting her fix with her mate.
“That’s it, baby. Take this cock. Take what’s yours.”
He’s relentless. Pounding into me. Making me see stars.
“You’re mine, Maya. Say it.” I can’t. His hand’s still over my mouth. He pulls it away just enough. “Say it.”
“Yours,” I gasp. “I’m yours.”
His hand clamps back down. And I swear this feels like I’m living a scene out of one of my favorite dark romances.
Mikhail grunts, fucking me harder. Deeper.
Still relentlessly playing with my clit.
And I come. Hard. Silently screaming into his palm.
My body, jerking in the tight hold of his arms. My eyes roll back, and I dig my nails into his forearm.
I feel myself contract around him. Thinking, I can’t wait until he lets go and fills me, gives me thick, hot ropes of his cum.
Another wave hits me at that thought, and I lick Mikhail’s palm…
And that’s all it takes. He buries himself deep.
His heavy balls pressed against my ass. His cockhead reaching impossibly deep.
This asshole is fucking rearranging my guts.
Breaching my freaking cervix. Then he’s filling me.
Hips snapping against me, grinding, cock jerking inside me, giving me every fucking thing.
Each hot spurt taking my own orgasm to another level.
Until I’m nothing but a moaning, trembling mess in his arms, while he growls in my ear, licking me, biting me, and I do the same to his fingers still holding my mouth.
We keep shaking and moaning, grunting, grinding into each other until the very last tremor.
Mikhail’s fingers never releasing my poor, abused clit, his palm keeping me as quiet as could be expected under the circumstances. So fucking good, so hot…
We stay like that. Panting, trembling. Until he slowly pulls out. The loss of him has my lips parting on a desperate gasp.
Mikhail pulls my underwear and leggings back up, turns me around, and kisses me. Long, wet, soft, sweet. In complete contrast to what just happened….
“Bed, now,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to the top of my head.
When I just stand there, dazed, staring into his beautiful eyes, he shakes his head, smiling a little, tucks a curl behind my ear, and picks me up.
Carrying me to the bed, he lays me down gently, then climbs in next to me.
He pulls the blanket over us and wraps himself around me.
My big, strong, badass man who fucks like a beast but also cuddles.