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)
I flatten my body into the mattress when he draws my clit into his mouth and sucks it gently. His controlled pace is my undoing. I writhe against the sheets and his mouth as another orgasm jolts through me.
Maksim doesn’t stop, though. He continues nuzzling my aching flesh with his lips and tongue, forcing my orgasm to never let go.
“No,” I push out on a breathless moan when he replaces his tongue with his fingers. He slides them inside me, not facing an ounce of resistance, before he sets the pace somewhere between the manic fucking we were doing before he commenced eating me and the slow, leisured pace that saw me climaxing so hard and long the bedding under my backside is wet. “No more. I… can’t.”
“One more,” he demands, still groping, still teasing. “Then we’ll fuck, you’ll nap on me for an hour while I’m still inside you, and then we’ll eat.”
“I can’t…”
His words battering my swollen flesh almost make an instant liar out of me. “Yeah, you can, Doc. Because I’m not going to stop until you do.”
My knuckles go white when he returns his mouth to my clit. He blows a hot breath over the nervy bud before he suckles it into his mouth.
His pace should be too slow to get me off, too gentle, but the orgasm it coerces from me is just as leisured. It pulses through me like liquid ecstasy, tensing and relaxing every limb that brought it to life.
Its slow, tortuous pace doesn’t make it any less energy-draining. I’m a sticky, floppy mess when Maksim crawls up my body with a lazy, Sunday-afternoon-drive smile spread across his face.
He knows he won, and I’m too exhausted to try to pretend he didn’t.
He parts me with his fingers, his thumb hovering over my clit, before he slowly inches inside me. “Christ,” he bites out as he adjusts my legs wrapped around his waist, angling my hips so he can slide in even deeper. “It just gets better and better.”
While moaning in agreement, I swivel my hips to lessen the fragment of pain associated with taking a man of his length and girth. He’s the biggest I’ve ever been with, and even if everything falls to pieces between us, I don’t see that ever changing.
He’d have to have a monster dick to top Maksim, and even then, I still don’t see it being enough.
His cock is as savagely beautiful as the rest of him.
My legs shake as he pushes in deep, stretching me more.
“You’re so deep,” I breathe out, dangerously close to climaxing again.
He pumps into me while staring down at me, his closeness almost too intimate to bear. Every light in our apartment is on. There isn’t a single shadow to hide in, but I relish the brightness instead of hating that there is no coverage.
I can see every lash fanning Maksim’s dark eyes. Every perfect pore producing the sweat glistening on his panty-wetting face and body. I watch his muscles contract and release as he uses them to make me come undone. And how his gorgeous face strains when he gets as close to the edge as I am.
I drink in every devastating feature until I climax with a cry, my entire body shaking.
My vision distorts as moans roll up my chest and escape my gaped mouth.
My moans set Maksim off. He grinds into me another three times before he pins my hips to the mattress and grunts through a release so fiery and hot that we undertake a second round before collapsing from exhaustion.
Maksim glances at me over his shoulder when I say, “I’ve been meaning to ask how your mother is.” He scrapes our leftovers into the trash, his back moving as elegantly as it did when he fucked me into a state of unconsciousness. “Did she experience any side effects from the B12 serum she was administered today?”
He continues clearing away the dishes before replying, “Not as far as I am aware. She appears to be handling them well.” He stacks the scraped clean plates into the dishwasher before drying his hands with a tea towel. “Is there anything specific I should look for?”
“There are no visual indicators of a B12 deficiency or surplus until the levels are either extremely low or high, but there are indicators that could expose which way her levels are moving. She would have to share those symptoms, though. They’re more felt by the patient than physically visual.”
After tossing down the tea towel, he huffs. “Then your guess will be as good as mine.”
“Stubborn?” I ask, reading between the lines.
Maksim smiles, taking my comment as intended. “Who do you think I inherited it from?” He plucks me from the floor, sits on the couch our backs braced against while eating, and then pulls me into his chest. “If you say my father, I may kill you.”