“Then fuck me against the wall! Please, please, please.”

“Damn it, Katya,” he grated, digging in his pocket to snag another condom. “I don’t want you to hurt.”

“I won’t. It’ll be good.” I leaned forward, teasing his mouth, sucking on his tongue.

How he managed to put on a condom, hold me up, and kiss me at the same time, I’ll never know—but I felt the crown at my entrance.

When he inched inside, I had to stretch to take him, but it wasn’t like Monday night. No pain, just exquisite fullness as he sank ever deeper. Once he’d seated his cock as far as he could go, he seemed to force himself to go still. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, Máxim!” He bit out,

“I am officially . . . booking you . . . for the rest of the night.”

“I am officially dying to fuck you again. It’s so good. So good inside me. Don’t hold back!”

He pulled my hair loose, tangling his free hand in the curls. “You need more?”

“Por Dios, yes!” I sucked on his neck, moaning over his pulse point.

“Then I want my cock covered in your wetness. I want to stir myself in it.” Only then did he draw his hips back, giving me a measured thrust.

The pleasure was so intense my breath caught in my throat. Another withdrawal and pump made me moan low. He alternately shoved his hips, then languidly stirred them.

He took my mouth, delving his tongue in time with his cock. My legs had eased down, my calves resting over his rock-hard ass. I could feel his taut muscles moving as he worked my body.

His determined thrusts were sending me closer to orgasm. “Harder, querido!”

Clutching my ass with splayed fingers, he wrenched me up and down with more and more force—until my teeth clattered with each landing.

I bucked to him, spurring him with my heels. He went wild, surging up inside me. “Come on me, Katya!” His face was an agonized mask, his body wracked for release. “I’ve waited two days for you to milk my cum again.”

I hissed in a breath at his gravelly voice and accent, his dirty words. At that moment, I wanted to give him anything he desired.

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