Page 131 of Ruthless Lullaby

"You belong to me, Mindy," he says as if he'd read the question on my mind. "No one else."

I stare at him dumbly. "I… I lied to you, Maron. I failed to tell you something important."

He nods, his eyes not leaving my face. "I know. And it will take some time for me to forgive you." He looks deep into my eyes. "But I missed you, Mindy. I don’t want to live without you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you since I left you in that fucking hospital room. I want you by my side."

His words catch me off guard. For seconds, I just stare at him, unsure if I should say something. But as I look at him, I can’t deny the intense connection I feel with him, one that I never thought was possible. It’s crazy that we still want each other after everything we’ve been through together. We’ve given each other more reasons to end things than I can count, yet we’re still drawn to one another like a pair of magnets.

Maron strides towards the king-sized bed, his body oozing confidence and raw sexuality. "Take off those goddamn clothes," he growls, his eyes devouring me.

I hesitate for a moment before slowly starting to unbutton my blouse. My heart races in my chest with anticipation. It’s not our first time together, but it still feels like it. One by one, my clothes fall to the floor until I stand exposed in front of him, from head to toe.

"Good girl." He sneers, his smirk sending shivers down my spine. "You're fucking gorgeous,lisichka."

Keeping his piercing gaze locked onto mine, he slowly unzips his pants and pulls out his erect dick. I’ve seen it before many times, but the raw beauty of it never ceases to amaze me. Big, hard, and vascular, and as alluring as its owner. I can feel my heart rate pick up, just by looking at it.

His eyes never leave mine as he slowly begins to stroke himself. My mouth almost drops open at the sight. With each smooth stroke of his hand, I feel myself getting more and more turned on. I've never had him pleasure himself in front of me, at least not like this. It's like a carefully choreographed scene from a porn movie, filmed from the perfect angle. Except this is not a movie. This is real, and it’s happening right here, and only for me. That alone is enough to make me lose my mind.

"This is..." he breathes heavily, "what I do..." he strokes, "every fucking day when I think of you." His eyes open and close, his face twisted in pleasure as he continues stroking. I’m lost in the sight, watching him so intently that I barely realize that I also begun to touch myself. "That’s right,lisichka..." A low, primal growl escapes his lips as he adds, "Keep rubbing that pussy for me."

We masturbate for each other for minutes, until I can’t take it anymore. Waves of pleasure begin to rip through my body, each one more intense than the last. I rub myself more roughly until my legs begin to shake and I almost lose my balance as I’m washed away by my peak. Maron’s strokes have also become faster and harder until with one final pant, he also reaches his climax, spilling his seed onto his palm. His eyes are looking at me intently, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath.

Holy shit!

This was the first time I masturbated alongside him, and I really hope it wasn’t the last. This was the hottest thing ever, better than any fantasy my horny mind has created.

Wiping his palm with a tissue, Maron pats on the bed next to him. "Come here," he says.

My thighs are all wet. The thought of what might happen if I disobey him is almost as thrilling as the act itself. My wound still hurts, but my legs are jelly. The combination of anticipation and fear is keeping me still.

"I'm not allowed to have sex for a few weeks," I whisper.

"I know," he says curtly. He pats the space next to him again. "Come here."

Carefully, I sidle up next to him, pressing my body against his. Instantly, I'm engulfed in the intoxicating warmth that radiates from him. This is so good. The familiar feel of his skin against mine is like a potent drug.

His hands begin to roam my body, gently exploring the surface of my skin. Every single one of my nerve endings are alert with arousal as he kisses me all over. His lips wander lower and lower until he reaches my abdomen and below. Mylegs spread farther apart, and I inhale a sharp breath when his tongue finally meets my inner thigh.

"You have the best pussy,lisichka," he whispers against my sex, his hot breath mixing with my juices.

I cup his face in my hand, my fingers running through his hair as he begins to lick me. "Maron…" I sigh. "Yes… please don’t stop."

I don’t think he would stop, even if I asked him to. He devours me with an insatiable hunger, tracing every inch of my most sensitive spot. The pleasure is intense, making me whimper and ache for more and more. As he wraps his lips around my clit, I feel my toes curling and my body arching towards him.

"Oh, fuck… please, Maron," my voice comes out as a hoarse gasp, "keep doing that." His strong hands cup my ass and I’m sure they are the only thing keeping me from flying through the ceiling like a rocket. "Aaahh," I cry, "I'm… I… am coming."

This time, my orgasm hits me in waves. First, it feels like tiny ripples on water, growing and growing until they turn into a tsunami. Maron doesn't stop; he continues to work his magic with his mouth, caressing and massaging my clit like a man possessed.

When the final wave breaks and its force washes me away, I explode into his mouth like a squirting geyser. It’s like my body is releasing all of its pent-up desire, and the emotions I had to lock inside during my time in hospital.

Even minutes later, as we lay on the bed, I’m still panting, consumed by the intensity of our carnal connection.

I move closer to him, my hand moving over his body, tracing the contours of his chest and stomach. I can feel hisneatly trimmed pubic hair under my touch, and I can't resist stroking his already stiff cock.

"Ready for round two?" I whisper seductively in his ear.

“We can’t have sex, remember?” He looks at me questioningly.

“We’ll just have to get creative.” I give him a gentle kiss and bite down on his earlobe.

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