Page 51 of Surprise Quadruplets for the Mob

“That’s it, baby,” he says, his voice low and husky. “Come for me.”

And I do. My climax crashes over me, sending waves of ecstasy through every inch of my body. I cling to the table, gasping and moaning, as he draws out my orgasm, prolonging the pleasure until I’m utterly spent.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispers, withdrawing his fingers and licking them clean. “You taste so fucking good, Abby.”

My head is spinning as I lean against him, trying to catch my breath before I have to stand up on my wobbly legs.

“Let’s get you home,” Maks growls, helping me to my feet.

He’s still rock-hard and ready, and as he leads me toward the door, I know he’s not done with me yet. Not even close.

Back at the house, Maks leads me to the guest bedroom we use when we need to be alone, closing the door behind us and then turning to face me. “Take off your clothes.”

I shiver at the command in his voice, and without hesitation, I begin to undress, peeling off my dress and dropping it to the floor.

“Everything,” he adds, and I slip off my bra and panties, baring myself completely to him.

He moves closer, his eyes dark with desire as he drinks in the sight of me. “On the bed,” he orders. “On your knees.”

I obey, climbing onto the mattress and kneeling, waiting for his next instructions.

“Lean forward,” he says, and I bend at the waist, resting my weight on my elbows.

I can feel the heat radiating from his body as he steps up behind me, and a moment later, I feel the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

“Beg me,” he says, his voice a low growl.

“Please,” I whimper, desperate to feel him inside me. “Please fuck me, Maks. Please.”

With one smooth thrust, he fills me, burying himself to the hilt in my wet heat.

“Oh God,” I moan, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasp, my body aching for more.

He starts to move, his hips slamming into me with each thrust, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he drives into me.

“Maks,” I groan, my fingers twisting in the sheets as the pleasure builds inside me. “Please.”

“What do you need, Abby?” he asks, his voice thick with desire.

“Harder,” I plead, the word barely audible. “Please, harder.”

He obliges, pounding into me with even more force, and I can’t help but cry out, the sensation of being fucked so hard and so deep sending me over the edge.

“Yes,” he growls, his pace never faltering as I come. “Come for me, baby. Come on my cock.”

I’m shuddering with pleasure, my body clenching around him, but he’s not finished with me yet. “Maks,” I whimper, already feeling the familiar ache of another orgasm building within me.

“You’re mine, Abby,” he says, his voice low and rough. “All mine, baby.”

“Yes. I’m yours. All yours.”

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