Page 74 of Maksim
But I wonder what she’s thinking. I wonder what that was back there, what it meant to her, if anything at all. I wonder if another man has ever made her come.
My eyes drop to her lips while I consider that, welcoming the oncoming sensations massaging my balls. Lust feels so much more natural than the things those caramel swirls have me questioning. It feels right. Like I should’ve been fucking her all along. Like we have so much to make up for.
Pretty, long lashes flutter as she must feel my cock harden beneath her, but she doesn’t move. Interest sparks on her face, making me regret texting Hugh to pick us up. Suddenly, he feels in the way.
My eyes drift up to Hugh, but when Elira shifts, grinding her ass against my cock, my eyes snap back to her.
I must look intimidating because her cheeks redden, and she shrinks back like she’s embarrassed. She reacted this way earlier too, when she wanted me to keep kissing her. Touching her.
What I wouldn’t give right now to taste her…
But no. She’s been selfish plenty tonight.
Taking her knee, I rock her body gently to rub her against my dick like before, just enough that she gets the message. Her uncertain eyes relax with interest, and she perks up as she wraps one arm around my neck and subtly grinds her ass against me.
It’s nice, but it only has my eyes locking onto her lips, even fuller than I remember.
“Stop,” I say, my tone low and sharp, before I lose myself and start fucking her mouth in the back of this SUV.
She freezes, her sweet body tensing in my arms, and her shoulders hunch like she’s a dog I’ve just reprimanded. Yesterday, she would’ve glared, probably shoved herself off of me, and stared out the window with her arms crossed. Now she cares what I think. She wants my approval, needs it, and fuck if that doesn’t turn me on.
Hugh pulls into my drive less than a minute later, and I throw open the door before urging Elira out more eagerly than I intend, causing her to stumble.
I nod at Hugh through the open window. “Spasibo.” Thank you.
He nods in return, his eyes finding Elira before he drives away.
“Go,” I command, giving her back a small shove. My cock strains when she obeys, hurrying toward the house like the good girl I know she isn’t.
It isn’t her fault, I know, but out of nowhere, I feel deprived. Hungry. Starving. I want her, just like this, obeying my commands, eager to give my cock attention.
Jesus fucking Christ, I want her.
Pushing her aside, I rip my keys from my pocket and jab the lock before flinging open the door. Elira flinches when it slams into the wall, but still, she doesn’t say anything. She arches her shoulders and hurries past me when I angle my body to the side.
“Get in the shower, lislchka. I want all the filth of tonight off of you.”
Without looking back, she turns the corner to my bedroom, the smooth curve of her hips tempting me each second. Without her in my sight, I can remind myself a hundred times over why I haven’t already fucked her, why I should breathe, relax, have a drink, let my desire settle.
She’s young.
Inexperienced.
Timid.
She may be mine, but she’s no whore.
Still…
She wants me. I could see it all over her face, feel her excitement in the air. She wants more than the pleasure my hands can give her. She wants my cock.
Who am I to deny her?
Elira
Water splashes onto my face, tiny droplets clinging to my lashes to make me blink every few seconds while I listen carefully for any noise outside of the shower.
It’s been minutes, and I haven’t touched the soap. Haven’t even moved to fully wet my hair. I just listen, waiting, wondering what comes next, unsure of what I want.