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Sophia
Why is it so hot in here? Why does my blanket feel so heavy? My eyes flutter open, and I see a leg interwoven with mine and an arm resting on my stomach. Maxim. It’s been quite a long time since I woke up to a man next to me. This feels nice.
Turning my head to the side, I see Maxim’s face is inches away from mine. The scowl that is usually plastered on his face is gone. He looks peaceful when he sleeps, like he doesn’t carry a whole crime organization on his shoulder.
Will I ever get used to that? Just knowing he kills people doesn’t sit well with me, but lying here, staring at him while he sleeps, makes me want to go all-in and give him my heart. Maybe things will be different? He isn’t Luca. I need to stop comparing them. Luca tore me down; Maxim has only ever made me feel like a queen. Yes, he’s possessive, demanding, infuriating, and—
Maxim grabs my hand, pressing it to his mouth, effectively shutting off my train of thoughts as he presses a few kisses on it. Did someone open a butterfly garden in my stomach? He can be sweet sometimes.
“Good morning, moya korolyeva,” he says to me in a husky sleepy tone that has my core throbbing with need. When my brain is just half-conscious, how can I want him already? My pussy is awake, and it’s calling the shots. It’s my turn to please him—or shock him—for once.
Taking advantage of Maxim's half-asleep state, I untangle us and push him on his back. I get in between his legs and spread them apart enough to fit in between them. His eyes fly open, and he looks down at me. A languid smile stretches across his face, showing that damn dimple of his. He brings an arm behind his head and stares down at me with curiosity. Like he is ready for the show to start. Cocky bastard.
Hooking my fingers under the band of his boxers, I slide them off and stare at the size of his erection as it springs free. Fuck what did I get myself into? How am I supposed to fit him inside my mouth? I didn't think this through. This was a mistake. I don’t know what I’m doing.
Placing my arms on the bed, I try to maneuver before making a fool out of myself. Before I can move away, Maxim places his hand on top of my head to stop me.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He grips the back of my neck.
“You started something you need to finish, Sophia. Now get your ass down here and suck my cock like the good girl you are.”
“So demanding.” But I won’t lie; I want to do this. I want to taste him. With my mind made up and my fear in the back of my mind, I will have a little fun first, torturing him and giving him a taste of his own medicine.
“You have no idea.” He grabs the nape of my neck with one hand, and with the other, he holds the base of his cock. “Now, taste.”
Grabbing the base of his dick, I twirl my tongue around his head and blow air. My tongue trails down his side, licking up the precum that had already escaped into my mouth. A groan escapes him. Taking that as a boost to my ego, I slowly take him into my mouth.
Hollowing my cheeks, I suck him in slowly, trying to accommodate his size. My hands work his base. Maxim starts panting and moving his hip. His finger tightens in my hair. He guides my head down as he thrusts up. I take in every demanding thrust he gives me.
“Fuck, Sophia,” he moans. He quickens his pace, thrusting too deep, causing me to gag. He stops and lifts his head, but I grasp his hip as in an I’m-okay gesture. But that doesn’t console him because he sits up, forcing his dick out of my mouth with a pop. His hands grab my shoulder and hoist me up. I freeze, feeling self-conscious. And use my knees to land on the bed instead of his face. Understanding dawns on his face.
He smacks my ass in a warning. “Oh, milaya. Don’t worry. Dying from my girl smothering me with her pussy would be a dream.”
His words still don’t help with my insecurities. I know he’s strong and has proven how strong he is. I can’t help but feel like I will crush him. I’d rather him be on top of me. I move to the side so I can lie down.
“No,” he growls and sits me entirely on top of his face. He puts that amazing tongue to use and forces those negative thoughts out of my mind.
* * *
We both pant in bed after our intense session, trying to catch our breaths. God, sex with him is fantastic. It’s a different experience every time. I’ve never found release so many times in a row as I do with him. A woman could get used to that. My eyes flutter closed, and I fall into a deep post-sex bliss.
Soft kisses on my temple wake me up. I feel Maxim’s warmth before I open my eyes.
“How long was I asleep?” I ask him.
“Not long. Maybe an hour?”
Stretching, I open my eyes, feeling so well-rested.
“What are your plans for today?”
“Nothing. Sundays are my days to relax. Do you?”
“Yes.”
The disappointment I’m feeling surprises me. I hate that his having plans makes me feel this way. What, would he drop all his responsibilities and be with me? I really am naive.
Maxim turns me over so that I’m facing him, and the moment our gazes meet, the butterflies in my stomach go into overdrive.
“My plans involve you and me on this bed and seeing how many times I can make you scream my name.”
He has such a mouth on him. I love it deep down, very deep down. My body is too sore now; I don’t think I can take him again.
“As much fun as that sounds, you need to give my pussy a break. I’m very sore, and I need substance to be able to scream your name, don’t you think?”
He laughs and kisses my nose. I wish he would be this sweet all the time.
“Anything for you, moya printsessa.”
