Page 27 of Merciless Union
“Good. Then feel all of it.” I thrust my finger deeper inside her as my thumb plays with her clit. She cries out, reaching around to grasp my waist. My cock presses against her ass.
I plant kisses up and down her neck as I wring pleasure from her body. I curl my finger inside of her, stroking her G-spot. The moan that passes from Arina’s lips is long and sultry.
Fuck, this woman is making me crazy.
I can’t wait any longer.
I remove my hand from her pussy and place my hands on her hips. “I need to fuck you. Now.”
She nods, bracing her hands on the wall in front of her.
I lift her leg and place her foot on the shower seat, giving me a better angle to enter her.
Arina cries out as I enter her in one swift motion. I grip her thigh tightly as I shift my hips in a circular motion, giving her time to adjust.
She rests her head back on my shoulder, closing her eyes.
I begin to thrust into her. Fuck, her pussy is so tight around my cock.
“You feel so fucking good,” I growl out, pushing my cock deeper and deeper into her with each thrust.
Little gasps come out of her, matching the rhythm of our bodies.
She pushes her hips back to meet mine.
I reach around and play with her clit again, helping her get closer to her climax. Arina moans as I flick her clit right and thrust back into her.
“You like that? Huh?” I grind my hips against hers.
Her lips part, but no words come out. Instead, she nods with frantic energy.
“Then come for me, Arina.” I press down on her clit. “Come for me.”
With another thrust of my hips, Arina cries out as her body tenses, then releases. Her inner walls clench so hard on my cock, and I let out a grunt as I come inside her, gripping her thigh so tight that I leave a mark.
I gently bite her neck. Arina gasps, her body going still. I lazily play with her clit.
She turns her eyes to meet mine. They’re filled with lust. She’s never looked sexier. “That was …”
“Paradise,” I growl.
We remain where we are for a few more moments. Finally, I pull out of her. She turns to face me, wincing.
“Are you still sore?” I ask.
She looks at me before turning her face away.
“Hey.” I catch her arm. “If you’re in pain, Arina, you need to let me know.”
“Would you care?”
Her words stop me short. “Of course, I care. I don’t want you physically hurt.”
“Physically hurt,” she mutters, turning off the shower and opening the shower door. “I appreciate your concern, Maxim. But I’m fine. Really. A little sore, that’s all.”
I get out after her, not bothering to towel off. I watch her dry herself, then slip on a robe before leaving the bathroom
I huff, then dry myself.
