She’s dripping. I suck her clit into my mouth and feel her legs tremble.
She fists my hair and yanks. “Maksim—”
I pull back just long enough to rasp, “Say my name again.”
She bites her lip.
My teeth sink into her thigh, hard enough to make her gasp. Enough to sting. I lick the mark I leave behind.
“Say it.”
“Maksim,” she breathes, eyes wild. “Don’t stop.”
I growl, “Never.”
And I don’t.
I devour her. Lick her like I want to live inside her. Like I want to keep her trembling on the edge until she begs me to let her come. My fingers dig into her thighs, spreading her wider so I can tongue her deeper. She’s making—small, desperate whimpers that are going to haunt me forever.
So fucking delicious, I want to carve those sounds out of her again.
Her whole body shakes under me.
I slide two fingers into her tight cunt while my tongue works her clit, curling them just right. She cries out, sharp and high, and I know she’s close.
Her thighs start to close around my head.
I force them open. “Keep them open.”
She sobs in pleasure—doesn’t stop me. Doesn’t resist.
I fuck her with my fingers harder, faster, curling them to drag against that spot that makes her whole body clench.
“You gonna come, Beda?” I murmur between licks. “Right on my tongue?”
“Yes!” she cries out as she breaks apart on my tongue, fingers tangled in my hair, legs shaking as she comes.
I don’t stop until I feel her collapse.
Until she’s limp.
I crawl up her body, slide my hand behind her neck, and kiss her.
Deep. Wet. Unapologetic.
She moans into my mouth, wrapping her arms around me.
“Still got my gun, Beda?” I whisper against her lips.
“No,” she breathes. “I put it back.”
I grin. “That was your second mistake.”
Her eyes flash. “What was the first?”
I grab her wrists and pin them above her head, hard cock grinding against her cunt.
“You let me taste you. And now I want more.”
