Page 74 of Doctored Vows

I clench around him when he doubles the effort of his thumb while thrusting in and out of me hard enough for stars to form. His pumps are perfect and precise. Without warning, I freefall into ecstasy.

He watches every pleasing jerk of my body while praising how beautiful I look when I come.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Doc. So sexy, beautiful, and smart.”

His thigh muscles flex and release as he prolongs the sparks of passion burning through my veins.

“Look at how well you’re taking me.”

His beautiful body moves with such primal, animalistic traits that expose he was designed for precisely this.

To unravel me.

“You’re doing so well. I just need a little more.”

My back arches, and my head is tossed back when he unexpectedly withdraws before he buries his head between my legs. The sensation is almost too much. It is overwhelming, but for the life of me, I weave my fingers through his hair and hold him hostage to my pussy instead of yanking him away.

My clit pounds in rhythm to my raging heart as he licks, pokes, and teases me with his mouth. Everything tightens as the hungry, needy storm in my lower stomach builds again.

I flatten my body into the mattress when he draws my clit into his mouth and sucks it gently. His controlled pace is my undoing. I writhe against the sheets and his mouth as another orgasm jolts through me.

Maksim doesn’t stop, though. He continues nuzzling my aching flesh with his lips and tongue, forcing my orgasm to never let go.

“No,” I push out on a breathless moan when he replaces his tongue with his fingers. He slides them inside me, not facing an ounce of resistance, before he sets the pace somewhere between the manic fucking we were doing before he commenced eating me and the slow, leisured pace that saw me climaxing so hard and long the bedding under my backside is wet. “No more. I… can’t.”

“One more,” he demands, still groping, still teasing. “Then we’ll fuck, you’ll nap on me for an hour while I’m still inside you, and then we’ll eat.”

“I can’t…”

His words battering my swollen flesh almost make an instant liar out of me. “Yeah, you can, Doc. Because I’m not going to stop until you do.”

My knuckles go white when he returns his mouth to my clit. He blows a hot breath over the nervy bud before he suckles it into his mouth.

His pace should be too slow to get me off, too gentle, but the orgasm it coerces from me is just as leisured. It pulses through me like liquid ecstasy, tensing and relaxing every limb that brought it to life.

Its slow, tortuous pace doesn’t make it any less energy-draining. I’m a sticky, floppy mess when Maksim crawls up my body with a lazy, Sunday-afternoon-drive smile spread across his face.

He knows he won, and I’m too exhausted to try to pretend he didn’t.

He parts me with his fingers, his thumb hovering over my clit, before he slowly inches inside me. “Christ,” he bites out as he adjusts my legs wrapped around his waist, angling my hips so he can slide in even deeper. “It just gets better and better.”

While moaning in agreement, I swivel my hips to lessen the fragment of pain associated with taking a man of his length and girth. He’s the biggest I’ve ever been with, and even if everything falls to pieces between us, I don’t see that ever changing.

He’d have to have a monster dick to top Maksim, and even then, I still don’t see it being enough.

His cock is as savagely beautiful as the rest of him.

My legs shake as he pushes in deep, stretching me more.

“You’re so deep,” I breathe out, dangerously close to climaxing again.

He pumps into me while staring down at me, his closeness almost too intimate to bear. Every light in our apartment is on. There isn’t a single shadow to hide in, but I relish the brightness instead of hating that there is no coverage.

I can see every lash fanning Maksim’s dark eyes. Every perfect pore producing the sweat glistening on his panty-wetting face and body. I watch his muscles contract and release as he uses them to make me come undone. And how his gorgeous face strains when he gets as close to the edge as I am.

I drink in every devastating feature until I climax with a cry, my entire body shaking.

My vision distorts as moans roll up my chest and escape my gaped mouth.

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