Page 91 of Maxim

I am beyond ready to feel what it would be like to be with the one I love.

“Are you one hundred percent sure?” I ask.

My heart is thundering in my chest. I want her so bad, but I refuse to push her into something before she is ready.

I already know I want her for the rest of my life. When I bought her, I thought I was saving her, but the truth is, she saved me. She gave me a purpose I’ve never had before. Someone to truly devote myself to.

I won’t fail her.

By the time this is over, I will have her siblings and we will go wherever she wants to go. I will not leave her side.

I stare into her eyes as she contemplates what I asked. I can see the confidence in her when she gives me her answer.

“Yes.”

“You tell me if you need me to stop,” I tell her.

She nods.

Leaning in, I kiss her again, only this time, I won’t be stopping.

My tongue tangles with hers as I unbutton the pajama top she has on. I don’t know what made me pick this pair out, but I’m grateful for it now as I spread it open, pulling away from her to look down at her breasts for the first time.

She is so fucking beautiful.

“I’m going to worship every inch of your body, starting with these,” I tell her, leaning down to suck her right nipple into my mouth.

Her back arches as I lightly pinch it with my teeth as I flick my tongue against it.

“Oh, Maxim,” she moans out, her body withering.

I smile against her, moving to her left breast to repeat the motion.

I love to hear her soft mewls and moans as she gives in to the pleasure. I want her to have the best possible first time ever. I never want her to look back with regrets.

Moving on from her breasts, I kiss down her stomach until I’m at the top of her pajama pants.

“Lift up,” I tell her.

She does as I ask, lifting her ass so I can pull the pants from her legs. Once I do, I start at her ankle, alternating from leg to leg as I make my way up to her pussy.

When I get to her inner thighs, she shivers.

“You okay?” I ask.

“More than.” She looks down at me, her eyes glazed.

I smirk up at her before using my fingers to open her lips. She is fucking glistening. That’s not enough, though. I need her dripping fucking wet. I want her to be so lubricated that the pain she feels when I pop her cherry is so minimal that she barely remembers it.

I don’t want her regrets.

I want her forever.

Pushing my arms under her thighs, I pull her closer to me. Then I lean in and get my first taste of heaven. I hum with approval as I lick her from taint to clit, savoring how sweet she is. It’s like she was made for me.

I know without a doubt that this woman is it for me. I can never look at another woman the same again.

“That feels weird, but good,” Olena says out loud, as if she is surprised.

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