Page 28 of Bratva Bastard

“It stings Maxim,” I whimper. I was thankful that he gave me a moment to adjust because it fucking hurt.

“Just try to relax, it should stop in a minute,” he instructs me.

After a few more moments, I nodded, my body adjusting to his invasion inch by delicious inch. As he slowly filled me to the brim, the feeling turned from an intense burning to a pleasure that was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

My eyes squeezed shut, and all I could see was the blinding hot surge of electricity coursing through me, setting my nerves on fire with every touch. But it was a fire that I wanted to burn brighter, to consume every inch of me in the most exquisite way possible.

His pace quickened, sliding in and out of me until he was pounding into my pussy, and I cried out in a loud moan as my fingers dug into his back and shoulders.

“You like that, don’t you, dirty girl?” Maxim’s voice was like velvet, smooth despite his groaning. “But you’re my dirty girl. Mine and no one else’s.”

“Mmm… “ My hips pushed against his, meeting his motion, and only intensifying the pleasure.

“Say it,” he demanded, his gruff voice in my ear.

My fingers wrapped through his hair, tugging hard as I moaned out, “I’m your dirty girl!”

He pounded into me harder, sucking on my nipple as I arched my back.

“Oh, god, Maxim, you feel so good, I’m going to come,” I blurt out, rocking my hips into his thrusts.

Raising his mouth from my breast, he said, “Come for me, baby.”

And I did. Hard.

My body tightened and convulsed, trembling beneath him.

“I’m coming, too,” he groaned, thrusting into me once more, my legs wrapped around his waist, pushing him as far into me as he could go.

My body felt like Jell-O, and I lay back against the towel, totally limp. His arm wrapped around me, and for a moment, we lay on the towel, naked on the beach.

I have to say that this moment was exhilarating. I was so engrossed in Maxim, nothing mattered but us in this magical moment. It was as if the world around us faded away. I’m not one for public sex, yet something about it was exciting, even thrilling. What we just did was so out of character for me, but was it really? Maxim was helping me discover aspects of myself that I had no idea were there. This moment was beautiful and one I would never forget.

12

Maxim

After we put our clothes back on, we walked back to the hotel, to my room. Walking through the lobby, we remained professional, as if she were escorting me to my room as an employee.

But as soon as the elevator doors closed, my hands were around her body once more, and I pushed her against the wall, pinning her in place. “You ever fucked in an elevator?” I asked, knowing she hadn’t.

Her eyes darted to the numbers that lit up as we passed each floor, nearing the third. “Someone might see,” she answered sheepishly.

“We just fucked on the beach, and now you’re worried that someone might see?” I pressed the button, stopping the elevator, and quirked an eyebrow. All it took was a simple nod and I lifted her up and wrapped her legs around my waist and crushed her body to the wall of the elevator.

“Are you sore down there?” I asked, brushing my fingers tenderly over her mound. She gasped into my mouth and slid her tongue over the bottom of my lip but didn’t answer me. I slowly and leisurely dry-fucked her through our clothing until our rendezvous was cut short when a voice sounded over the speaker. “Hello? Is anyone in there? We noticed the elevator stopped. Are you alright?”

Crissy’s face turned beet red as her legs unwrapped, and I let her down. She pressed the button to release the hold on the elevator. “At least the camera to the elevator is broken,” she mumbled, burying her face in her hands to hide her embarrassment.

As soon as we closed the door of my room, my lips were on hers, a fire erupting within me. My hands grabbed her hips as I kissed her with a greedy, aching hunger, unfed. And I wanted to devourher.All of her.

Lifting her up by her waist, I carried her to the bed, dropping her onto the silky black comforter. She chews her lower lip and arches her brow. My cock strains against my zipper. She’s stunning, seductive, and so damn innocent. I practically fall on top of her and kiss her, aggressively. I bury her lips with mine, and she yelps into the kiss, half a yelp of surprise, half a groan of excitement.

I slip her shirt over her head, brush her hair over one shoulder, then kiss her neck. She whimpers, and I grin, eager to hear more of the noises she makes when she’s in complete ecstasy. “Do you know what I want?”

She giggles and replies, “Um, no.”

I pull her straps down with one hand while strategically removing them with the other, then throw it across the room. “I want to play with these magnificent tits,” I mutter, wrapping my hand around her and tracing my fingertips over her nipples.

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