She nods and mumbles around my thick shaft. I fist her hair in my hand and thrust, moving my cock in and out quickly. Her velvet tongue slides under my dick as she bobs her head, desperate to fit more of me in her mouth.
“That’s it, baby. Choke on Daddy’s cock.”
I smile as my eyes roam her face. Her mouth eagerly works my dick while mascara runs down her face, and her hair is damp from sweat. I drop my gaze to her hand, fucking her pink, battered, and bruised pussy. Her legs shake as she focuses on taking all of my cock.
“You want to come, don’t you, Malishka? You want to blow for me all over the table, don’t you?”
She whimpers as I pull out of her. I slide my hands under her body and lift her off the table, carrying her to the sofa. The sound of her fingers moving in her wet cunt consumes me.
“Keep fucking my pussy.”
I pull her up by the ankles toward my face. “You’ve made my pussy nice and wet for me, Samira.”
The tip of my tongue darts out, licking her clit before sucking it into my mouth. Her pants and the wet sounds of her cunt are all I can focus on.
“Can I please have your cock? I want to taste you.”
“Use your other hand and guide me in your mouth. Show me how much of a cock whore you are for me.”
Her soft hands grip my cock as her lips cover the head. I lap at her cunt as she sucks on my cock. It’s a competition about who’s going to win. It’ll be me because there’s no way I’m cumming in her mouth. I want her bent over, taking it with this sweet pussy.
Flattening my tongue, I lick her, savoring her flavor. Fuck, she tastes so good. So perfect. She tastes like mine. Her legs shake in my hands. She’s close.
She screams on my cock as I bite her clit, removes her fingers from her pussy, and drenches me. A flood of liquid hits my face. Quickly I move my face to her fuck hole, covering it and letting her liquid flood my mouth, not caring if it drowns me.
“Who needs wine when I’ve got your cunt juice? I love how hard you come for me, Samira.”
I bury my head in her pussy, taking in her scent. My hands grip the back of her head as I slap her down, careful to provide cushion. My cock hardens even more when she gags. Her body squirms. Her face is red, and her breath comes in shallow waves. I love when she’s at my mercy. I have a sick need to control her.
“I told you, Malishka. You come when I tell you.”
My cock twitches in her mouth as she coughs and gags. Her fingers tug at my hands, to no avail. Using her hair, I yank her and push her onto the sofa.
Wet black streaks cover her face. The perfect makeup she started the night with is erased with sweat and spit, yet she’s still beautiful, maybe even more so. I trap her head between my hands, holding it a little too firmly.
My eyes bore into hers, needing her to understand how much she means to me. “Fuck, I love you. I love you so damn much that I can’t see straight.”
I crush my lips to hers. This kiss is desperate, needy, and out of control. It’s consumed with passion and filled with love. I love this woman more than I love life itself.
“You’re mine, Samira, and I will always take care of you. I won’t let anyone hurt you. You’re free, baby. Free to be whatever you want, do whatever you want. Tell me what you need, Malishka. I’ll do anything to help you.”
I move back when she pushes against my chest. “You help me. Every day, you help me, Maxim. I can sense your love when you touch me in tenderness or debasement. With you, I’m safe. I believe it in my mind, my heart, and my body. But then there are moments when the past comes in, you know? When I’m unsure and scared, and that has nothing to do with you. When you touch me, I feel powerful. I have control. You’ve given me my power back, Max.”
“Then why do you hesitate? I don’t want you to walk around eggshells, Samira. You’re safe. No matter what, you’re always safe.”
Samira’s hand caresses my face. “I know, my love.”
My love. Two words out of her mouth, and my heart is about to burst out of my damn chest. Because knowing she loves me even half as much as I love her makes me feel like the most powerful person on the planet. Samira is my strength. She is my compassion; she is my life.
“I love you, Malishka. You’re everything to me. You’re the only thing that matters in my fucked-up world. Having you back is something I’ll never take for granted.”
“I know.” She smirks, rising off the sofa and spinning us around. “But I believe letting this thick cock of yours go to waste is the most horrendous violation.”
Chapter 4
Samira
Max barks out a laugh as he lifts me and tosses me on the sofa. His hand grips my knees, forcing them apart and open to his fiery gaze. “Oh, Malishka. I plan on putting this cock to expert use in your pretty pink cunt.”