Page 54 of Doctored Vows

“It would have been days if they hadn’t tried to fool me.” His hand slides between us, and my brain fritzes so thoroughly he could say anything and I wouldn’t stop this. “But you’re here now, heating my cock with a cunt that smells so fucking good I’m glad I skipped breakfast.”

I giggle like a schoolgirl when he tosses me onto the other half of the springy sofa with enough force that I bounce. That’s where my childish antics end, though. The instant he mimics my kneeled position and slides his hands under my skirt to hook his thumbs into my panties, things turn so serious I almost clam up.

I’m nervous as hell, but also horny, so I nod when Maksim wordlessly asks permission to remove the one pair of lacy panties I threw in my bag in case of an emergency. They were the only pair Zoya left when she hid my granny panties and baggy tees under my bed so I couldn’t change out of the swimwear she lent me.

After sliding my panties down my thighs and guiding them past my almost soleless shoes, Maksim lifts them to his nose.

His moan when he breathes in the scent darkening the crotch pulls my knees together.

“I fucked my hand to that smell so many times the past two weeks.” He takes another whiff. “It is even better than I remembered.” He drops his eyes to the slit between my legs. “I bet it tastes even more delicious than it smells.”

His mouth lands on the cleft of my pussy with the accuracy of a missile not even a second later. Electricity jolts through me when his tongue flicks my clit before he swivels it around it, and then my hands seek something to grab when his gritty tone vibrating through my pussy almost makes me combust on the spot. “Best. Fucking. Meal. I’ve. Ever. Tasted.”

He works my pussy so well I’m in a frenzy in under a minute. My clit thumps louder than my heart, and the scent he is sampling strengthens.

I’m putty in the hands of a genius.

“Oh my god,” I grit out when he overwhelms my senses by pushing two fingers inside me and scissoring them wide.

“I knew you’d be tight.” While toying my clit with his tongue, he continues to stretch my pussy with his fingers. “Could have never predicted this, though.” He looks at me over my thrusting chest and a stomach that won’t quit quivering even though pain is associated with our exchange. “I’ve got to stretch you, Doc, or I’ll tear you.”

His eyes speak the words his mouth won’t.

This isn’t about pleasure right now.

It is about making sure he’ll fit when we move on to the next stage.

“Relax a bit for me. It’s going to feel real good real soon. I just need you to relax.” He adds extra pressure to my clit with his tongue when I loosen the clench of my thighs and sweep them open a little more. “That’s it. You are doing so well. You’re going to be swallowing my cock in no time.”

Once Maksim is certain my pussy will be more accommodating to a man of his girth, he curls his fingers stuffed inside me upward, creating an immense amount of pressure between his mouth and his fingertips.

He flicks his tongue over my clit and milks my G-spot for several long minutes, sprinting my orgasm toward an imminent release.

This is no longer about making sure he’ll fit.

It is about pleasure and how a snippet of pain can gain you a ton of rewards.

A hot, wet trail slides from my pussy to my ass when Maksim pulls me onto his mouth and swirls his tongue over my clit again and again and again. He draws it into his mouth, curling my toes with the power of his sucks.

My thighs shake as every muscle in my body tightens.

“I’m going to come,” I warn like it’s a bad thing.

How could anything that feels this good be bad?

I feel Maksim’s lips rise against my pussy before he increases the pressure of his tongue on my clit. He flicks the nervy bud on repeat while guiding his fingers in and out of my pussy in tempo to the rock of my hips.

His dedication blisters stars before my eyes and shoves me to within an inch of the finish line.

I’m right there.

Right on the edge.

I just need him to move to fully surrender to the wave tumbling into me.

“Wait…”

I claw at his head, desperate to move him away from the carnage.

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