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“Yes or no, milaya? Because once you let me have you completely, you will belong to me and only me.”
I get impatient when she doesn’t answer. Fuck it. If she doesn’t want this, then I’ll go, but before I can take another step to grab my clothes, I hear her whisper, “Yes.”
I let out a relieved breath.
Ripping the foil open, I hand the condom to her and remove my boxers, letting my length spring free. Her mouth flies open when she takes me in, and I smirk. She shakes off her stupor and rolls the condom on me. A shiver goes down my spine at her touch.
Pushing her back onto the bed, I part her legs and kneel between them. I grab a pillow and place it under her ass. Bracing one arm on the bed beside her, I grab my erection and plunge into her. She gasps at the intrusion. I bring my thumb to her clit, and start to draw little circles as I thrust in and out of her. She moans louder.
“Fuck, milaya.” Thrust. “You’re.” Thrust. “So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Tight.”
“Faster,” she moans.
“Faster, you say?” I do the opposite and slow down.
“Please.”
At this moment, I knew I would do anything she asked of me if she said please. I grab her hips hard enough to bruise and start pounding into her fast, repeatedly.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
She throws her head back with a strangled cry of pleasure. Fuck, I’m reaching my tipping point. I wish I could stay in this moment forever. She feels so good around me. I beg my body not to give in. She meets my every thrust. Her pussy starts to spasm, gripping my thick length. I ride out through her pleasure, each thrust deeper and more robust than the last.
“Max,” she screams my name as she finds her release. With one last thrust, I bury myself as deep inside of her as I can and come harder than I ever have in my life.
“Fuck, milaya.”
I press a soft kiss to her forehead and stretch out beside her. I remove the condom and throw it on the floor. The first time I laid eyes on her, I knew that she would be mine, and mine she became. There’s no going back for either of us.
We don't say anything, and the only noise is the sound of our heavy breathing. After a few minutes, she moves as if to get up, but I’m not ready to let her go. Grabbing her by the waist, I drag her back flush against me. She’s facing me, and my eyes lower to her lips. Fuck, they’re so luscious. I kiss her mouth on instinct.
“You’re mine,” I say, breaking the silence.
She sighs. “Maxim.”
I stiffen at the use of my full name.
“I guess I'm back to Maxim again?” I say it harsher than intended, but I can’t help it. She drives me crazy. Her body tightens at my harsh tone, and her apparent fear sets my teeth on edge. I have no idea how to console her. That's not my forte. I don’t know how to give someone words of reassurance. My first instinct is to give her an order to stop with this shit, but that will not go over very well with how strong-minded she is. I don't want an argument.
Maybe I can try to be a little softer with her? I trail my knuckles across her soft skin and lightly run them down her arms. I try to show her what I can’t find with words with actions. It’s not in me to speak my feelings or be soft to someone. Harshness was embedded into my DNA at a young age. My father was a twisted, fucked-up person. Made men never show weakness— was the mantra he would tell me as he would beat me to a pulp. I don’t know how to be gentle. My heart stopped beating a long time ago.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” she says, looking up at me.
I kiss her, releasing my hold on her without a word. She walks toward her closet, grabs something, and heads to the bathroom. When I get to take her beautiful ass in, I realize she has a fucking dimple on her left ass cheek. I groan and slam my head on the pillow. She’s going to be the end of me. After a few minutes, she comes back out in a lace see-through white sleeping dress. I prefer her naked, but this will do. I can still see her nipples through the lacy material. She hovers over the bed for a few minutes, probably contemplating kicking me out, but that’s not going to happen. She finally sits crossed-legged on the bed, putting distance between us. I want her next to me, not by my feet. Annoyed, I tap on the spot next to me to tell her where I want her to be.
“I am not a dog for you to call me to your side like that.”
Of course, she would take it like that. “Come here!”
“Stop being demanding and expecting me to do something. I’m going to stay right here.” Insufferable woman. I feel that there is no way to win with her when she's acting like a child. Wait, is that a pout I see on her lips? Unable to stop, I laugh. She’s fucking pouting.
“What are you laughing at?”
I stop laughing and catch my breath.
“I’m not going to tell you again. Come here. Now,” I growl, but she doesn't budge. That's it. I've had it with her defiance. I reach over, grab her arms, and bring her close. I pick her up, wrap her legs around my torso, and press her head against mine. This is the closest I’ve ever been with someone, and I’m not sure of how to proceed from here on out.
