Page 29 of Twisted Vows

“I knew you would taste like this.” He moves to the other breast, swirling his tongue around and around until it’s taut and aching.

I close my eyes against the unfamiliar sensations and slide my hands over his enormous shoulders. My hands move on their own, exploring the ridges and valleys of his torso. His breath hitches, and I silently celebrate having an effect on him.

“Don’t get used to it,” Maxsim growls as if he can read my mind. He kisses his way down my stomach, nipping gently with his teeth.

I wiggle this way and that.

“Ticklish,” he murmurs against my skin. “I can work with that.”

The command in his voice feels like a stroke against my skin, and I do everything I can to stay still.

Moving lower, he bites my inner thigh, one after another. It’s not hard, but it’s very dominant. And it turns me on. “Mmmm,” I murmur, tugging on his hair.

“You like that,” he asks against my skin.

“Yes.”

“Good.” He gently bites me between my thighs, and I suck in a breath, stiffening. Not because it hurts but because it’s shocking to be bit in such an intimate place. He rips my panties and settles himself between my legs.

A puff of hot breath almost makes me jump out of my skin. “You’re safe, Ari.”

“I doubt that,” I mutter as he laps at my folds with this tongue. Groaning, I know there is nothing remotely safe about my husband’s mouth.

Working me like a master, he opens my legs wider. “Look at this pretty pussy.” He lashes his tongue against my clit. “After you come on my face, I gonna fuck your pussy and make you come again.”

Responding with a garbled sound, I focus on his tongue running up and down my center and his finger moving deep inside. My hips buck and his lips fasten onto my clit. Close to blacking out, I grind helplessly against his mouth and climax.

It rips through me like a storm as he takes me higher than I thought possible. Not one to give an ounce of mercy, he works his mouth until I beg him to stop. “I’m dying.”

“Not yet,” he replies with a satisfied smile. Rising to his knees, he rips off his boxers and fists his cock in his hand.

My heart skips a beat. His shaft juts out proudly. The crown is fat and red, and the slit glistens with a drop of cum.

“The look on your face tells me you might not kill me in the first month of our union.”

“We’ll see.” I laugh roughly. “It will largely depend on what happens next.”

“Good to know,” he says through gritted teeth.

Positioning himself between my legs, he slides the head up and down through my wetness. “Since you have all that experience with Steve—” he slides inside me in one powerful thrust, “I can fuck you how I like.”

My mouth opens, and nothing comes out. I shift my hips and silently thank my little silicone friend. “Sweet mother of bratwurst.”

“What?” he grits out.

“Nothing.” I sink my fingernails into his back as he leans down, resting his forearms on either side of my head.

“I knew you would feel like this.” He snaps his hips. “Heaven.” Thrusting hard, he drops his head next to mine.

The closeness. It’s not what I expected.

One sensation after another assaults me while Russian words spill from my husband’s mouth.

“Fuck silicone,” he roars before shifting and hitting the spot Steve knew so well. “Nothing is better than the real thing.”

Holding my gaze, he fucks me hard and fast, hitting the spot again and again. I feel like a prisoner as a wave after wave crashes over me.

Maxsim’s usual control melts and he lets out a guttural sound. My breath hitches, and he gives into his release, filling me with his seed.

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