Page 13 of Silent Ties

My arousal coats his hand and he forces his fingers into my mouth.

His other hand teases my clit. To stop my squirming, he lifts my arms over my head.

“Do not move them,” he orders.

I’m at his mercy, utterly naked as he stands above me getting a complete view of my tits and pussy.

And I’m fucking panting.

He slaps my legs wider apart, his fingers delicately gliding over my folds. He’s not wrong about the arousal part. I’ve always known I’m wired for the harder stuff.

Maxim wraps a hand around his cock. My mouth dries at the thought of it inside me.

Which is exactly where it goes. His hips slam into mine, making my back arch. All I get is two seconds and then he slides out. He thrusts all the way to the hilt and I know. . . I just know this is what my life will be like.

Hard, but delicious.

“Your cunt was made for me, Mrs. Zimin. Fucking hell.” He grinds into me, biting his bottom lip.

Holy hell, for a second the bored mask breaks. His hand fists into my hair, and he hits a spot that causes a gasp.

“I. . .”

Those soulless eyes stare into mine. His hips jerk faster and my fingernails claw into the palms of my hands, which I continue to hold over my head.

He tilts his head slightly, studying me as I break apart, my body burning from the inside out.

If I think he’ll let me catch my breath, I’m wrong.

“Please.”

He picks up his pace.

I shake my head.

Surprisingly, the thrusts grow gentler. I almost don’t understand until I find him with that same quizzical expression on his face. I’m splayed out, my body his to manipulate and he knows it. He’s not going easy on me. He’s figuring out what I like.

Slow and leisurely, he takes his time. My back arches again, my chest heaving as I squirm. He trails a soft hand across my nipple.

I shut my eyes, giving in to the sensation. His back stiffens and he coats my insides as he comes. Cum trickles down my thighs when he pulls out, falling beside me on his back.

My arm drags across my face, covering my eyes. Part of me wants to curl up in a ball, but I’m too tired to move.

But not Max. After a few minutes of peaceful quiet the duvet rustles and the pad of his fingertip toys with my nipple.

Not moving one hand away from my eyes, I try to swat him away. He easily brushes off my defenses, tugging and pulling my nipples.

“I’m tired,” I breathe out, my back burying into the mattress.

“I know.” His breath is warm against my hard nipple. “But I don’t care, Mrs. Zimin. You should know that now.”

His hands drag across my body, stroking my pussy again. I think I whimper.

It’s like this all night.

He never lets me go. He drags his tongue across my skin, smacks my pussy, and goes so deep, over and over again, Icombust. And when I’m sinking into a tired oblivion, his hand somehow traces patterns on my skin.

“Don’t you want to sleep,” I beg at one point, my chest moving up and down as I pray for relief.

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