I fall into that kiss.
Dive into it.
Into her.
She breaks it off to gulp down air and I bite her bottom lip.
“You like me doing all the work, don’t you? So you can focus on pleasure. On getting off.” Her pussy flexes, a soft throb working its way over my length that’s a precursor to the main event. “But nobody can hear you, Victoria. Understand?”
I press my other hand to her mouth, hissing in relief when she accepts the offering and sinks her teeth into the meat of my palm.
Her bite encourages me to move faster, to pump harder. Gravity drags her down, letting her feel every inch as I fill her.
She bursts.
My palm muffles her scream.
As she freezes around me, I grace her with a similar bite on her shoulder, words lost, sense abandoned as I pin her in place so I can rut. At long last.
She falls limp in my embrace, her cunt pulsing around me as I fuck into her tight, wet heat. Even better, her limbs begin to shake again as her orgasm quivers on. I adore it when that happens. If anything, it prolongs my rut and I don’t stop,can’tstop until I’ve pumped her full of my seed.
I don’t care that she’s on birth control.
It always fills me with primal satisfaction to watch my cum saturate her pussy.
One day, there’ll be no birth control…
It’s a vow I always make to myself as I watch gravity, which was my ally moments ago, work against me.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans as I gently pat her pussy now, making sure to catch her clit. “So sensitive. Too sensitive. God, oh, please?—”
With her muscles still twitching, I pick her up, fall back on the outdoor couch the five-star hotel so kindly if unwittingly provided as our fuck furniture, and settle her against my chest, my dick lodged inside her—the only place I ever need to be.
Her thighs spasm against my own and, with my hand on her back, I feel the shivers rushing up and down her spine as she flutters in my arms like thekorovkaI call her.
Victoria’s hypersensitivity to orgasms comes as more of a delight to me than to her.
There’s no faking that kind of pleasure, and it’s my mission in life to take her to that point every goddamn time I sink inside her depths.
The only tears she’s allowed to spill are the ones that fall when I fuck her past reason and logic and literally make her melt.
“Maxim,” she mewls as I gently rub her clit.
“Shh,” I rumble.
When her lips part, I sink into another kiss. Exploring every divot, I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She cups my jaw, holding me captive as I steal her breath, showering her with endless caresses while I flick and tease and taste, savoring her as each of her bones turn to mush in my arms.
Her head falls against my shoulder as I delve deeper. When she sucks on my tongue, a growl escapes me and I nip her bottom lip, earning a gasp.
Gently, I press her backward, breaking the kiss as she wiggles against me, pussy muscles clamping around the base of my dick before she turns her face into my throat.
“You’re missing the light display.”
“It’s fine. I’ll watch it in an hour.” She seeks another kiss, but I just dot them over her cheekbones, her nose, her temple.
Bathing in the tenderness, she hums sleepily. “Who’ll you kill by the way?” The question is distorted by a yawn. “I meant to ask at the time but I was busy melting.”
“Misha. How the fuck he kept me from learning of your plans is beyond me.” I suck on her throat, satisfied when she arches her neck and gives me greater access.
