Page 54 of Hunter

“Yes.”

“Too bad, krasavitsa,” he chuckles, watching me with that maddening smirk as I try to scowl at him. It’s hard to maintain any expression other than pure need with his fingers pumping inside me.

“Please,” I gasp, desperation in my voice. I need more of him. I need to feel him inside me.

He tsks, shaking his head. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, Sophia.” He withdraws his fingers, leaving me empty and aching. “This is all you’ll get from me.” But then, he slams them back inside, making me gasp loudly. “Only good girls get rewarded.”

The desperate need to come floods me, and I rock my hips, chasing the fire building deep within me. Another soft knock comes from the door. “Are you going to take much longer?”

My eyes shoot to the door, panic rising in my chest.

“Eyes on me,” Maxim orders, his voice a low growl. I try to turn my face toward him, but the nervous tension threatens to break me.

“Busy,” Maxim mutters loudly. The room falls into a tense silence for a moment, and my heart races. I hold my breath, anxiety coiling in my gut. The door is locked, I remind myself. No one was getting in. But the thought of being caught still sends a thrill through me.

A moment later, an awkward apology floats from the other side of the door, and my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I groan inwardly—whoever it was definitely knows what’s going on in here. The thought of it spreading like wildfire has me mortified. The whispers would be endless.

I turn to look at Maxim, silently begging him to let me down so we can go back to the party before things spiral out of control. But the feel of his cock slamming back into me silences my protest, turning them into a loud, breathless moan.

I didn’t even realize he’d lowered his pants. “Maxim,” I whisper, my voice strained with both desire and worry. “My family is right outside.”

He pulls back slightly, leaving just the tip inside. “I don’t give a shit,” he growls. His thumb finds my clit, and I shudder as the tension melts from my body, leaving only the warmth of pleasure behind. I could care less what anyone thinks now. “Let them hear you scream my name. You’re mine and no one else’s. It’s about time your family knew.”

With that, he slams his cock back inside me with such force, I slide back against the sink. My breath catches in my throat. I wrap my arms around his neck, trembling with the intensity of itall, and close my eyes, resting my head on his shoulder. I match his frantic thrusts, surrendering to the overwhelming need.

“I love you, Sophia,” he murmurs in my ear, his voice rough with passion.

TWENTY-THREE

MAXIM

“Ilove you, Maxim,” she whispers into my ear, her voice breathy with need. Her body clenches around me, the sensation almost too much to bear. Each thrust brings her closer to the edge, her breath catching with every movement. The heels of her feet dig into my ass, urging me deeper, harder.

“Faster,” she begs, her voice raw, and I comply. The command sparks something primal inside me. I love when she opens up, when she tells me exactly what she wants. She was so shy when we first met, her cheeks reddening at the mere mention of sex. But now, seeing her unravel in front of me, watching her blossom—it’s everything I never knew I needed.

Her back arches, her full breasts bouncing with each movement. I can’t resist leaning down to kiss her, my tongue trailing over her nipple, savoring the taste of her skin. The sound of her moans is the sweetest music, a symphony of pleasure I could lose myself in.

Heat spreads through my veins as I pick up my pace, ramming into her with abandon. The rhythm consumes me, my mind fogged by the heat of the moment. I’m losing control, but in this moment, it feels right. She shakes with every thrust, herbody trembling beneath me, and I take pleasure in watching her, in knowing I’m the one who can make her feel this way.

The sweat clings to our bodies, the air thick with the scent of us as we both reach our release. I stay inside her for a moment, our breath mingling as we pant. Her soft chuckle breaks the silence, and I lift my head to look at her.

“What’s so funny?”

“I’m a thirty-year-old woman who just got fucked like a horny teenager in her mother’s bathroom.”

“It was my pleasure,” I say with a wink, but my thoughts are scattered. What the hell is wrong with me? I can’t stop smiling as I watch her, feeling a sense of pride at how far she has come.

She moves to clean herself up, but I stop her, grabbing her wrist before she can reach for the tissue. An idea sparks in my mind—one I wasn’t planning on executing yet, but now feels like the right time. I grip her wrist tighter as she tries to pull away.

“You won’t clean yourself,” I say, my voice low, an edge of authority in it.

She glares at me, her voice laced with annoyance. “And why the hell not?”

I shift, zipping up my pants, and reach into my pocket, pulling out the velvet bag that holds a vibrator and remote control. A wicked grin stretches across my face as I watch her eyes widen, a mixture of surprise and curiosity dancing in them. She can try to deny it, but I know what she wants. Her eyes always tell the truth.

“Open your legs, krasavitsa.”

She hesitates a moment longer than I expect, and doubt creeps in. My chest tightens with uncertainty—am I pushing too far? Her family is outside. What the hell was I thinking? This wasn’t supposed to happen here. I promised myself I wouldn’t lose her, not like this.

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