Page 67 of The Bratva's Christmas Bump
It stands between me and what I want.
Her.
Releasing her, I drop Hollie onto my bed and she wails softly and lands with a gentle bounce. Her long legs splay open as she lands but just as she tries to close them, I’m over her with my hand cupping her heat and my other grasping the side of her neck.
“Take your clothes off,” I demand softly.
“Make me,” she challenges, propped up on one elbow.
“Are you sure you want me to?” I ask, studying the cheeky glint in her eyes that sparkles deeper against the rosy flush rising in her face.
“If you need help taking my clothes off, then maybe you should walk out of here and leave me to take care of myself,” Hollie remarks.
My pants tighten further and my blood floods with the heat of desire. “I don’t needanyhelp.”
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HOLLIE
Maxim doesn’t hesitate. Before I can take my next breath, he tears off my silken shorts and discards them off the bed somewhere. Then he drops to his knees in front of me, drags me by the calf to the edge of the bed and buries his face between my thighs.
It’s so sudden that there’s no time for me to prepare for the kiss of his mouth against the outer lips of my pussy. One of his arms loops under my thigh and around to my hip while the other rests beneath me. His fingers slide through my pussy, part my outer lips and then his hot, soft tongue presses flat against me.
The shock of pleasure makes me jolt on the bed, and my abdominal muscles contract as pleasure diverts south, beading at my core.
Maxim moans as his tongue weaves back and forth through my folds like I’m the most divine thing he’s ever tasted. There are no thoughts in my mind, only heated desire as ecstasy dances over my skin leaving a trail of goosebumps up my arms and down my legs. I toss my head back and forth, writhing under Maxim’stalented tongue that repeatedly switches from soft and flat to firm and pointed. I grasp the sheets beneath me, whimpering and pressing my head back onto the mattress while rolling my hips up into his mouth.
He kisses me, his lips seal lightly over my clit and he sucks, sending a sharp ripple of pleasure through me.
I’m burning up. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. His fingers enter me swiftly, slicked in my own juices and the slight ache from the sudden stretch of his thick digits vanishes the moment he curls them and touches a spot hidden deep inside me.
“Maxim!” I jerk one hand down and grab his hair as my orgasm erupts through me. I sink into darkness, screwing up my eyes and moaning deeply while shocks of pleasure twitch every nerve in my core and limbs, and Maxim continues to lap at my pussy like he never intends to stop.
My breath catches in my throat, my overheated skin drags against the soft sheets, and they stick to my back as I writhe back and forth. My thighs close around Maxim’s head, but that only seems to encourage him because he keeps going. The intense attention of his tongue against me, his fingers inside me, and his suctioning technique continue even as I tip over the edge into over-sensitiveness. But there’s no pain. Maxim’s tongue becomes flatter and softer as he eats me out, occasionally shoving himself deeper between my thighs as if he’s not close enough for his own desires.
He wrings a second orgasm out of me before I’ve even caught my breath from the first.
When he pulls away, I’m left boneless and panting on the bed with my mouth open as I gasp in deep lungfuls of air. My heart pounds fiercely and my pussy throbs in time to the frantic beats. I’m too hot and yet I miss Maxim’s warmth like a craving. He stands over me, this gigantic man with long curves of muscle that dwarf me in every sense of the word. Watching him remove his shirt makes my mouth water, and even in the low light, every beautiful detail of his full-body tattoo is easy for me to follow. He drops his jeans, and then his boxers.
Propping up on one elbow, I gaze between his legs and if my mouth weren’t already open then it would be now. I barely saw him in the club when we fucked all those months ago. It was a drunken, frantic mess but the ache I had the following day is something I’ll never forget.
Now I see why.
His cock juts proudly out between his legs, dripping with need and my heart skips a beat. Did he get that hard just from eating me out? Did I taste that good, or does he just really enjoy being between a woman’s legs? Maxim takes himself in hand and strokes from the thick base of his cock all the way up to the swollen, dark crown. As fluid swells at the tip of his cock, something pulls me forward and before I can stop myself, my lips are around that crown and I suck down the beading drops of pre-cum escaping him.
A surprised moan of desire rumbles through Maxim and a very gentle hand caresses the side of my head as I suck just on the end of his cock. The earthy, salty taste washes over my tongue but I’m far too focused on the weight in my mouth and the throbbing of my body.
I want him.
I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
But just as I shift to take more of his cock into my mouth, Maxim pulls away and an unexpected whine of disappointment escapes my throat.
“Don’t fret,” Maxim says, his voice low and deep. “I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”
Our eyes meet. His are as dark as the night sky and red dashes over his cheekbones. He grasps my shoulders, flips me onto my back, and drags me to the edge of the bed so my head hangs over the edge. It’s unbelievably thrilling to be manhandled like I weigh nothing, and excitement bursts through my chest. Face to face with his cock, my mouth obediently falls open and I take a deep breath, then Maxim slides his cock home in my throat.
It’s impossible not to choke at the stretch in my throat when he pushes past the back of my tongue, but any faint doubts in my mind turn to pride when the softest, neediest moan of pleasure reaches my ears from Maxim.
