Page 53 of Doctored Vows

When his thumb hooks into the stretchy black material, I balance my backside on my heels and wait for what I know will be a spectacular visual. His cock will be phenomenal from any angle, but there’s something more exciting about the prospect of facing it head-on. It is almost intimidating.

“Tell me how much you want my cock, Doc,” Maksim demands, his words as punctured as the throbs of the veins in his neck when our eyes lock and hold. “Tell me how much you want me.”

Lust rolls through my stomach like a wave, and I lose all cognitive thoughts.

“How about I show you instead?”

His cock bounces when I tug down on the black material incapable of concealing the enormity of his package. Then I hiss when I realize I am in way over my head.

I thought his penis was glorious before, but it has nothing on the silky pre-cum-tipped cock I’ve pulled out. It is long and thick, the nicest-looking penis I’ve ever seen, but I don’t know what I’m doing.

The amount of pre-cum leaking from Maksim’s cock exposes he believes differently.

His hooded watch as I struggle to comprehend the scale of his cock gifts me so much confidence, I grip the base of his shaft, wet my lips, then slide them over the crown.

My moan when I taste him for the first time sees him threading his fingers through my hair and encouraging me to take him deeper. The corners of my mouth burn when they’re forced to accommodate his girth, and my eyes water, but excitement is my most notable emotion.

“Fuck, Doc,” he groans when I take him to the back of my throat. “Look how beautiful you look swallowing my cock. You’re doing so well. Just a little more.” He thrusts his hips slightly, bulging my eyes. “Yes,” he hisses like a snake. “Just like that. So fucking good.”

I breathe through my nose while following his silent prompts. I take him deeper when his tugs on my hair turn violent, then flatten my tongue and dedicate the attention of my lips to the rim circling his crown when his ass sinks into the sofa.

I work him over and over again until his grunts leave no doubt that he is on the verge of release, and my panties are drenched through.

“You’re going to make me come.”

He groans in pleasure when I swirl my tongue around his knob, working him with enough determination he knows I’m not going anywhere.

I want him to come in my mouth.

“And you’re going to swallow it all, aren’t you, Doc. Every last drop.”

Don’t misconstrue. He isn’t asking a question. He’s stating a fact. He knows I’m desperate to taste him, and that my hunger can only be quenched one way, but I still murmur my agreement because I don’t want anything to derail this train now.

The tension is so white-hot that I completely forget this is the first time I’ve ever considered swallowing a man’s cum, much less encouraged it.

“Scoot back a bit and tilt your head up. I want to watch my cum slide down your throat,” Maksim requests a short time later.

My thighs press together when he edges off the sofa far enough that he towers over me. Then I meow when he directs his cock in and out of my mouth another handful of times before he demands my eyes to his.

I try to follow his orders, but the image of him stroking his cock while dipping the crown in and out of my mouth is too enticing to give up.

“I said, look at me.”

Our eyes lock a mere second before a beading of cum pumps out of his cock and hits the back of my throat. I swallow it down immediately, moaning through every delicious drop.

After ensuring not a single morsel has been missed, Maksim plucks me from the floor and positions me until my knees cuddle his thighs, and my clit is acutely aware his release hasn’t deflated his cock in the slightest.

Unable to stop myself, I grind down on him. His cum lingering on my taste buds already has my thighs shuddering, so I won’t mention how wild the rim of his cock makes me when it flicks past my clit.

“Fuck,” I pant, mimicking Maksim’s praise.

I feel his lips rise against my neck before he says, “I knew there was a heap of naughtiness hidden in your wholesome package the moment I laid eyes on you.”

When he tilts up his hips, matching my grinds, pleasure courses through my veins like a drug.

I grind against him until I’m so drunk on lust, I talk freely.

“What gave it away?” I don’t wait for him to answer. “Watching a man I hadn’t officially met stroke his cock? Or marrying him only weeks later?”

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