Page 72 of Surprise Quadruplets for the Mob

“Maks,” I whimper. “I’m so close.”

He increases the pressure on my clit, flicking it with his tongue as he pumps his fingers in and out of me, and I explode.

“Fuck,” I cry out, my body shuddering as waves of pleasure wash over me.

When I finally stop trembling, he lifts his head and looks up at me, his eyes smoldering.

“You’re so beautiful when you come,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “So fucking beautiful.”

He kisses his way up my body, pausing to pay special attention to my nipples. They’re sensitive, and his touch sends shivers down my spine.

“I love you, Abby,” he says, cupping my breasts in his hands. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too, Maks,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

His mouth captures mine again and his kiss is hungry and demanding, his tongue sliding against mine as his hands roam over my body.

I can feel his cock, rock hard and throbbing against my thigh, and I reach down to stroke it.

“Fuck, Abby,” he growls, thrusting into my hand.

“I want you,” I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I need you.”

“You have me,” he murmurs. “You always have me.”

He sinks into me, inch by inch, filling me up and stretching me open.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You feel so good.”

I buck my hips, urging him deeper, and he complies, sinking into me until he’s buried to the hilt.

“God, Abby,” he gasps. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“Take me,” I whisper, looking up at him through half-closed eyes. “Please, Maks.”

“Jesus.” He grips my hips as he starts to move, thrusting in and out of me, his pace increasing with every stroke.

“Harder,” I beg. “Harder, Maks.”

He fucks me harder, slamming into me, his hips bucking against me as he drives into me.

I cling to him, digging my nails into his back, urging him on.

“Fuck,” he groans, his voice ragged with pleasure. “So perfect, baby. So fucking hot and wet for me.”

I don’t want him to stop, don’t want this moment to ever end. My body is on fire and I can feel another orgasm building inside me, coiling tight and hot and ready to burst.

“Yes,” I cry out. “Yes, Maks, yes!”

“Are you ready to come for me again, beautiful?” he pounds into me harder, punctuating each word with another powerful thrust. “Ready to be a good girl and come all over this big dick?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Oh God, yes.”

“Then do it,” he growls, fucking me hard and fast, his cock pistoning in and out of me, his rhythm becoming erratic. “Come for me, Abby,” he commands.

I shatter, screaming his name as I come, my pussy spasming around his cock, milking him.

“Fuck, Abby,” he growls, his entire body tensing as he comes. “Oh fuck.”

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