Page 33 of Bratva Bastard

“Crissy, listen to me. I didn’t have parents growing up. I grew up in foster care, bouncing from house to house. I know the struggle of being poor. I understand your mother’s concern—and trust me when I say that you aresolucky to have a mother who cares—but this isyourlife. If you want to marry for money, then marry Luiz. But if you want to marry for love, then you made the right choice in ending things. Your mom will be pissed, but she will get over it. Just tell her what you told me.”

I nodded, taking her words into deep consideration. Gemma being a foster child was news to me and knowing that she shared such a vulnerable piece of her life with me touched my heart. Knowing that she was comfortable enough to tell me personal things about her life made our bond grow stronger. And with Gabby gone, it was nice to have another female to talk and relate to.

“I thought I heard your voice,” Maxim said, swooping up behind me and wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

I fed him a bite of ice cream, missing his mouth and hitting his nose. “Oops. I can’t see where I’m aiming.”

“Let me help you,” he said, taking my hand to scoop some more, forcing me to dab the spoon against my own nose.

I slid the bowl back to Gemma after wiping my nose. Maxim quickly took my hand in his and said a muffled goodbye to Gemma before dragging me upstairs.

When Maxim turned from locking the door, I had already thrown my purse on his desk and removed my sundress, standing there in my black lace panties and bralette.

I quickly undress him and can’t help but admire the hard work he must have put into his body. I take the time to touch and caress every inch of him, from his sculpted pecs to his rock-solid six-pack and flawless ass.

“Holy shit,” he mumbles, his eyes already filling with heat.

“We have a half hour or so before I have to go and speak with my mom.”

“Your mom?”

“Quiet, I don’t want to talk about my mother.” I cover his mouth with mine and flick my tongue around his, hungrily matching his growing speed.

“Sit down,” I said as I placed my hand on his chest and pushed him down onto the bed.

“Jesus, Crissy, what’s gotten into you?”

I reach for his underwear, he lifts his hips, and I pull them down.

He tries to pull me on him, but I lean down and murmur in his ear, “Sorry, Maxim. I can’t go another minute without knowing what it’s like to have your big, beautiful cock in my mouth. I just can’t.”

His eyes widen, and a twinkle appears in his eyes. His chest starts to rise and fall faster.

I kneel down, spread his legs apart, grab his cock, and slowly lick the base.

“Crissy,” he groans, weaving his fingers through my hair.

Even though I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing, I have to start somewhere, and right now seems to be the perfect time to do it.

I tease him with my tongue and suck on his tip a few times. He groans and pulls on my hair, so that must be a good sign that I’m doing it right.

“You’re killing me, Crissy,” he mumbles.

I slide his cock in my mouth, taking him in inch by inch, working to keep my gag reflex at bay. I scraped my teeth against his shaft on the way up. My doubts and feelings of inadequacy, which I already had, started to pile up. I squeeze his thigh and lock eyes with him. “Show me.”

He adjusts and tightens his grip on my hair, gradually increasing control over my speed. When I think he’s about to come, he pushes me off of him and pulls me across his body.

His fingers slide over my panties, and he grunts. “So wet for me already.”

I take off my panties and position myself, sliding onto him, moaning with pleasure as he fills me.

“Shhh. We have to be quiet here,” he growls quietly, sucking on my earlobe. “I’ll make you scream later.”

I shiver as his fingers slide up and down my spine. “You are truly an incredible woman, Crissy.”

“Shh.” He kisses me as if I’m the only person in the world who matters to him. And I believe that is something that I would like to become.

“This is the best day ever,” he murmurs, reaching down with his mouth to lick and suck on my nipple.

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