She came hard with a sharp cry, pussy clenching and pulsing against my tongue, flooding my mouth. Her whole body shuddered as she ground through the aftershocks, thighs clamping tight until she whimpered and lifted off, trembling.
Her swollen, glistening pussy hovered above my soaked face. I licked my lips, eyes never leaving hers.
“Fuck,” I rasped, voice wrecked. “That’s how you feed a starving man.”
She stared down at me—flushed, glassy-eyed, and something inside me snapped, raw and urgent. I wasn’t satisfied—not even close. I needed to be buried deep inside her. Right fucking now.
“Lie on your back,” I ordered. “Now. Legs open.”
She scrambled to obey, hair a messy halo, her thighs still slick from riding my mouth. She lay back on the bed, chest heaving, legs spreading without shame. The sight of her made my blood roar.
I stood fast. Shoved the cargo pants and boxers down together. They dropped to the floor. My cock jerked free: thick, stone-hard, veins standing out, aching so bad, desperate to claim her.
“Open yourself for me,” I growled.
Without hesitation, she reached between her thighs and pulled herself open with both hands, exposing every flushed, swollen inch of her pussy. She was already a mess—wet from the orgasm I’d pulled from her earlier, still glistening and used. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen—wrecked by me and ready for more.
“That’s it,” I murmured, voice rough as gravel. “Hold yourself open like that.”
I crawled over her, caging her with my body. One hand wrapped around my shaft; I dragged the swollen head through her slickness, coating myself in her heat, teasing her entrance until she whimpered and arched, hips lifting in silent plea.
“Please,” she gasped, voice cracking. “Maksym—please.”
I pressed the head to her clit—once, twice—feeling her shake. “You want it?” I rasped, then bit her lower lip and tugged it between my teeth. “Want me to fuck you until you know I’m obsessed with every part of you?”
“I’m obsessed with you more,” she whispered hungrily. “Now—fuck me.”
No more games.
I lined up and drove in—hard, deep, one brutal thrust that buried me to the hilt. Her mouth opened on a silent scream, eyes flaring wide as her back bowed off the bed.
“Oh God—”
“I know, sweetheart,” I murmured against her throat, voice rough with need. “I know it’s a lot. But you’re doing so fucking good for me.”
She clawed at my shoulders, nails raking red lines down my back. Legs locked around my waist, heels digging in, pullingme deeper. I started moving—long, punishing strokes, each one slamming home.
I leaned down, teeth grazing the side of her neck—sharp enough to sting, not enough to break skin. She clenched around me, gasping.
I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her wider, driving even deeper. The angle made her moan—helpless, broken sounds that filled the room along with the wet slap of our bodies.
Then—
A hard, furious knock crashed against the door. Not polite. Not patient. Pissed.
Kira’s eyes snapped wide in panic.
I clamped a hand over her mouth mid-thrust, never slowing.
Another knock. Louder.
Then that fucker’s voice.
“I heard you in there,” Felix snarled through the wood. “Open the fucking door, Kira. Or are you too busy fingering yourself?”
Her body locked tight beneath me. I didn’t stop—kept fucking her slow and deep, watching her fight to stay quiet.
I leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “Want to open the door, princess?” I whispered, voice low and laced with cruel amusement “Let him get a good look at how wet and wrecked you get when you’re riding the right cock?”
