Page 68 of The Bratva's Christmas Bump
I did that.
I made him make that sound.
My eyes flutter close and I focus on the heat coursing through my body, the heady taste of Maxim on my tongue and the stretch of his thick cock each time he thrusts into my throat. He’s gentle at first. A few languid thrusts to let me get used to the feeling. I curl one hand into the sheets for balance while my hips thrust with a jealous ache. I want to feel him deep inside me, to feel that stretch and ache as he fucks me with the same desperation I recall from the bar.
Suddenly, fabric tearing reaches my ears and both of Maxim’s hands land on my now bare breasts. He squeezes and massages, tweaks and pulls my nipples, caresses my ribcage and then takes one of my hands in his. As our fingers lace together, his thrusts into my throat lose all finesse and melt into a desperate chase of pleasure.
Fast, sharp thrusts that rob me of my ability to breathe regularly. Each time I choke, Maxim moans and it takes every ounce of my determination to keep myself focused on sucking when I can. He grips my hand tight and teases my nipples with his other, then Maxim buries himself so deep in my throat that his thighs brush my cheeks. His free hand skims over my neck, and a strange, guttural sound escapes him as if he can’t believe what he’s feeling, then he removes himself in a hot rush.
I’m gasping and coughing as he hauls me upward once more, so disoriented from the rush of cool air in my lungs that I don’t realize I’m in his lap until his cock impales me to the core and a strangled, desperate moan wretches out of me. I claw at his shoulders as his cock spears me open, burying so deep inside me that he can surely feel how fast my heart is beating with the tip of his cock.
“I want to look at you,” he says gruffly, cupping my face with his warm hand and catching my gaze. “I want to see your face while I fuck you.”
I’m speechless, reduced to moans and gasps as he does just that. He keeps one hand on my face and the other around my waist while he rests on his knees and fucks me with such power that everything is a blur. The furious pounding of his hips, the drag and stroke of his length inside me, the hot pleasure coiling in my core with every thrust, the whimpers and moans literally fucked out of me with every bounce on his cock; I’m at his mercyand drinking up every delicious second of it. He fucks me like everything about me drives him crazy, keeps me close like he can’t bare an inch between us, and kisses me like it’s the only thing in the world that matters.
No one in my life has fucked me like this before.
I come on his cock with a scream that mingles between our kisses and Maxim’s own moans as he finds his end inside me with a sudden hot rush. I’m trembling, only able to focus on breathing as every muscle tightens, and for a long moment, I’m suspended on his cock with my pussy rhythmically pulsing and clamping down.
It’s the most intense orgasm of my life.
And it doesn’t end there.
Maxim gets me some water but can’t keep his hands off me while I drink. He brings me to another orgasm with just his fingers and intense eye contact that makes me feel incredibly exposed, but it’s one of the most erotic things I’ve ever experienced. While I’m twitching and quivering from the pleasure afterward, he gathers me in his arms and slides his cock between my thighs, using my own juices as lubrication. He fucks between my thighs until he’s close, then I wrestle out of his arms and finish him with my mouth.
We fuck until the sun peeks over the horizon and the room turns pink from early light, falling asleep tangled in one another’s arms. I don’t even realize I’m asleep until a call comes through on my phone and I’m dragged from groggy, sex-filled dreams.
I’m lying on Maxim’s broad chest, my head tucked under his chin, and both his thick arms around me, even in sleep. He’sso warm that opening my eyes feels impossible, but my phone doesn’t stop ringing.
Groaning, I lean toward the bedside table and blindly seek it out. Maxim’s arms tighten around my waist, keeping me against him while I stretch until my fingertips brush the cold, vibrating device.
“Hello?” I croak, pressing the phone to my ear.
“Miss Wolfe?”
I finally open my eyes, squinting as I try to place the voice. “Mhm?”
“It’s Mr. Havershire.”
“Oh!” I straighten up, placing a hand on Maxim’s broad chest.
He’s awake now, watching me with half-lidded eyes and a light smirk across his lips.
“Is now a good time?” Mr. Havershire asks. “I’m eager for a demonstration of your skills. I know how well you play, but I’d like to hear you play the songs I’ve requested so I can best decide when to pop the question.”
My entire lower body throbs. I’m sticky and sore and the thought of going anywhere right now is too daunting. “Does that need to happen today?”
“Your manager said today would be perfect.”
“Today—” My hand flies over my mouth as Maxim suddenly rolls us over until he’s on top. His face buries into my neck on the opposite side of my phone and he rolls his hips down against me, showing off his already hard cock. “I–I’m not sure I can make it today!”
“Is everything alright?”
“Yes!” I gasp as Maxim’s teeth graze down my throat and his hot cock slides perfectly between my thighs. “I’m just—” His rough palm grazes up my side to my ribs, then grasps my breast and squeezes. Lust surges through me and settles hot in my core. “I’m sick, I’ll call you back!”
I barely have time to end the call before Maxim’s lips are locked onto mine and the thick ridge of his cock presses against my aching pussy.
“No work today,” he murmurs against my lips.
