Page 83 of Ruthless Lullaby

Our eyes lock in an intense gaze as I comply, clenching around him with almost all of my strength. His lip curls in appreciation and he urges me on. "Harder." I squeeze tighter, feeling the power behind my actions send tingles throughout my body and down to my core, until we both reach our peak. I feel myself spasm around his cock, my muscles begin to tense, and my vision darkens. The force at which he releases his load almost hurts. A thousand little explosions go off in front of me, like an impressive show of fireworks. My entire body is shaking from my orgasm, making me lose my grip on reality for what seems like an eternity. The next thing my mind can comprehend is Maron’s hands dropping to the bed as he as he grunts, coming down from his own high.

Holy freaking shit!

Sex with Maron is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. We lay there for a while, just enjoying each other presence. Eventually, it is Maron who breaks the silence.

"Did you bring the toy?" he asks.

I nod, then reach over to my bag. "Let's christen it."

"I agree." He smirks, placing a few gentle kisses on my belly. My tits perk up at the sudden impulse, and I can feel my pussy getting wet again. Mere minutes after my last orgasm, I’m all ready for him.

Maron grips the pulsating vibrator, and holds it against my swollen folds, massaging my clit in slow circles. The first jolts of pleasure move through my body like electricity. In less than two minutes, I can feel my orgasm starting to build until I'm on the brink of ecstasy once again.

Maron understands me without words and knows how to pick the right moment. With expert precision, he presses the toy against the right spot, igniting a fiery explosion of pleasure.

"Shit, shit, shit... Maron!" I cry out, succumbing to the intense sensation coursing through me.

"Cum for me, baby," he commands with desire in his eyes, watching me as I have yet another mind-blowing, squirting orgasm.

My thighs are shaking out of control as my juices shoot all over the bedsheet, and Maron’s bare chest. I’m certain that Maron’s cleaners will know exactly what went down here, but I don’t care. My entire body is washed away by the force of my climax until the only thing left of me is a whirling mass of ecstasy.

“Oh my God,” I pant, burying my damp face in Maron’s chest. “I can’t… This was…” I blabber.

Maron's strong arms wrap around me, pulling me closer to his chiseled body. His lips brush against my ear as he whispers, "Stay in my house, Mindy." His deep, voice sends a shiver down my spine, making me melt into his touch like butter. "Stay here with me."

I start to protest, "But I-"

"We have a contract, remember?" He says gently. "The safest way to honor that is for you to stay here, under my protection."

I'm not in the mood to ask who or what I need protection from and why. I just want to enjoy Maron's warm body, his muscles, his soft and trimmed pubic hair, and his rugged scent.

Betty comes to mind, and I feel a twinge of sadness. If I move in with Maron, I won't see her as often. No more casual midnight chats and gossip sessions. We won't be calling each other for backup on disastrous dates. I already miss her. But I guess I can still visit her, maybe even sleep over. It’s not like I’m locking myself in a prison.

"And what am I supposed to do while I live?" I inquire.

"Well, technically you are still under the employment of Global Media," he responds, tracing patterns on my exposed skin with his fingers.

"Oh, really?"

"No need for you to come into the office. You can work from your new home."

"Doing what?"

He turns towards me. "Mindy, listen. I am going to need your financial expertise very soon. You are the only one I can trust with this task."

I furrow my brow, my curiosity piqued. "With what task?"

A mischievous smile appears on his lips. "We’re launching a new product soon. Something called Tramoxine."

"Sounds like a medicine."

"Exactly." He smirks. "It's the medicine of the future."

My eyes widen in surprise. "Since when is Global Media involved in the pharmaceutical industry?"

"Since I realized I have a diamond in my hand," he says. His hand moves to caress my breasts. "I'll explain everything later," he murmurs. "But let’s get some rest, first. It's been a long day."

Chapter Thirty-Two

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