Page 95 of Doctored Vows

My disappointment is pushed aside for pleasure when he falls to his knees before he dips his tongue inside me. He tastes me with long, leisured licks, this kiss as confident and skilled as the one we shared earlier.

Within seconds, my core tightens as a wave slowly forms low in my stomach. My face flushes with lust as tingles prickle every fine hair on my body.

When his thumb rolls over my clit, I can’t hold back my moan of delight.

“That feels so good.”

“Doubt it is as good as you taste.” He steals my ability to reply by gently sucking my clit into his mouth. My stomach spasms violently as my thighs struggle not to clamp around his head. “Do you have any idea how hard it was not to touch you?” His tongue thrusts into my pussy, teasing and needy. “I thought our wedding night was tortuous, but it had nothing on the hell I’ve walked through the past week.”

My pussy convulses around his fingers when he switches from one to two. He thrusts them in and out, stretching me and making me moan. “Yes...”

“I knew how good you tasted but couldn’t do anything to quench my thirst.” His groan vibrates through me, adding to the sticky mess between my legs. “Not even my hand was good enough.” He hits my clit with back-to-back licks before saying, “Don’t ever do that to me again, Doc. Don’t ever leave me hanging like that again, wondering who the fuck I am and where my loyalties should lie.” He pushes three fingers inside me, curling my toes and burning my eyes with tears. He’s not hurting me—physically. I can’t share the same guarantee for my heart. He’s so open and raw right now. So exposed. It is almost too much. “Promise me you won’t ever do that again, and I’ll do the same.”

I shouldn’t be able to think with how much lust is clouding my head, and I shouldn’t be able to comprehend the complexity of his promise, but the glint in his eyes as he stares up at me is too strong to ignore.

He’s willing to compromise.

Willing to try.

He’s promising to put me first.

“Maksim,” I murmur with a moan as a tensing and violent orgasm courses through me without warning.

Ecstasy spasms my limbs as pleasurable zaps of electricity race through my body. I shake for several minutes, my climax long and powerful since its arrival doesn’t lower Maksim’s dedication in the slightest. He continues massaging the tender spot inside me with his fingers while stimulating my clit with slow, teasing licks.

I can barely stand when the heat licking through me augments from him notching the head of his cock at the opening of my pussy. A gasp whistles between my teeth when he pushes inside me with one ardent thrust. He’s so deep. So thick. I’m almost overwhelmed.

After taking a moment to acclimate to his girth, I clench around him, silently permitting him to move.

My muscles ripple and tighten when he pulls out to the tip before he slams back in.

I moan like I am possessed, loving how full he makes me feel.

“Christ…” Maksim breathes out through clenched teeth. “You feel so good.” He pistons his hips on repeat, nailing me to the wall of the elevator. “You take my cock so well. You’re going to make me come so hard.”

Pleasure ripples through me as he plunges in and out of me hard and fast. He fucks me recklessly. Possessively. He uses every muscle to drive me wild, and all I can do is scream and moan.

I’ve never felt so taken… claimed.

He thrusts into me, his body moving like a well-oiled machine over and over again until I’m overcome with the insane need to climax.

I throw my head back and scream through an orgasm that is so overwhelming tears prick my eyes mere seconds before they slide down my face.

I’m a quivering, blubbering mess, but Maksim’s pace doesn’t slow. He continues to dominate my body, demanding every inch of its attention. He plows into me with enough force that my back creeps higher on the wall with every punishing pound.

My body doesn’t mind, though. I grow so hot and wet that I slide up and down his lengthy cock with ease. I accept as much of him into my body as possible, and my acceptance is rewarded with another blindsiding orgasm full of heat and lust.

“Ah, Christ,” Maksim grinds out, his hips as stiff and jutted as his words when the walls of my vagina squeeze around him.

His hips churn impatiently for several more minutes before the desire to mist his skin with sweat wins. He grinds into me another three greedy pumps before he buries his head into my neck and grunts through a brutal release.

My name rips from his throat as he comes. It is a feral, animalistic rumble that sweeps pleasure across my core as ruefully as his cum heats the walls of my pussy.

As the shudders of his release threaten to pull me under for the umpteenth time, he switches our position so his back is against the elevator wall and mine is open before he slides us down to sit on the floor, our connection never lost.

I brush my lips against his sweat-slicked business shirt before pressing my ear to his racing heart. We’re almost still fully clothed—only the most intimate parts of our bodies are uncovered—but I feel raw. Exposed.

He knows my deepest, darkest fear, but instead of hiding from it as everyone else in my life has, he’s trying to understand it. Possibly even lessen it.

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