“Like shit b-because it’s not your hand or your mouth.”
“I would disagree considering the way your cock is leaking and your breathing is hard.”
Maksim grunted as he tugged his fist up his shaft. His eyes remained locked on mine. With a teasing smile, I asked, “Would you like me to suck you off?”
A strangled noise came from the back of his throat. “I do,” he replied, hoarsely.”
“Then beg me.”
The pure fire that burned in Maksim’s eyes sent a lightning bolt straight to my core, and I shuddered. I wasn’t just poking the bear–I was beating the hell out of him.
“I never beg.”
Shrugging, I replied, “Then I won’t suck.”
He growled. “I should t-take you over my lap and spank you right now.”
“We’re not in a scene, sir. I can do whatever I want.”
“Such as?”
“I’d love to show you, but I need you to say please.”
“Please.”
“Louder,” I commanded.
“Please suck me off.”
“Your tone could use some work,” I teased.
At the flash of dark lust in his eyes, I quickly eased off the seat to kneel before him. I knocked his knees further apart before wedging myself between them. Sliding my hands down his chest, my fingers came to rest on the waistband of his pants.
With my hand, I stroked him hard and tight for a few minutes before bringing him back to my mouth. As I bobbed up and down at a frenzied pace, Maksim’s groans and curses echoed through the car. “So fucking g-good, baby. I love your mouth.”
Changing up the position, I brought my fingers to his base. Twisting my hand back and forth like I was spinning a bottle, I alternated between tonguing and hard suctioning the very tip. Saliva that fell from my lips slid down his length, allowing my fingers to give him an even smoother swirl of my hand as I pumped him up and down.
Tilting my head at him, I asked, “Do you know how wet this is making me?”
“Show me.”
I slid my free hand under my dress and into my thong. After stroking myself, I brought my fingers up to show him. Maksim bent over to suck my fingers into his mouth. “You taste so fucking good.”
“You too,” I murmured. I then took him back into my mouth, grazing him lightly with my teeth. He must’ve been patient long enough because he brought both his hands to my head and started fucking my mouth. It wasn’t long before he began tensing up.
“Oh fuck,” Maksim grunted as he began to come in a warm, salty rush into my mouth.
I kept sucking him down until he was finished coming. After letting him fall free of my mouth, Maksim quickly tucked himself back into his pants. “To be continued when we get to your apartment.”
I grinned. “To be continued.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: MAKSIM
When I woke up the next morning, I had Sarah’s warm body pressed to my front, and Voxie’s furry body pressed against my shoulders. I brought my arm up to stroke Voxie’s soft fur. “You might want to g-go to your scratching post because I’m about to d-do despicable t-things to your mom again.”
Voxie merely purred and butted her head against my neck. “I’m serious, Vox. It’s not appropriate for you.”
With a flick of her tail, Voxie jumped off the bed. Turning my attention to Sarah, I slid my palm up over her ribcage. At her shiver, I asked, “Are you awake?”
