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“Fuck.” He grunted harshly as I sank back down. “Talk… later. Fucking hell. You’re so tight. Fuck me. Ride me.Now.”
He didn’t need to tell me twice. I grinned, teased into happiness and excitement that I could experience on his lap. Sealing my mouth over his, I gyrated on his lap and rode him. Arching my back so I could rub my breasts against his chest. The contrast of his shirt and jacket versus my bare skin only heightened the friction. Kissing him and earning every possessive clutch of his fingers on my ass cheeks, I bounced on his dick.
“Let me see,” he demanded.
I leaned back, putting inches between us as I fucked him on the chair. He kept his hands on my ass, keeping me in place, and Irepositioned my hands on the very edge of the armrest. Holding the hard polished wood knobs of the furniture, I reclined so that he could see where his shiny dick was swallowed up by my pussy. Slanting back like this put more pressure on me to come. But it was the sight of him so fixated on me that tormented me the most.
He looked like a madman, obsessed with what I did to him.
He seemed unhinged, like his very sanity depended on me fucking him.
When he lifted his hand and moved it toward my clit, though, I knew that I wasn’t going to last. It already felt so good. I was already pushed so close to climaxing.
He licked his fingers before placing them on my clit, rubbing steady circles, just like he knew I would appreciate. More tension whipped through me, coiling tighter and tighter. Maybe it was because I was pregnant. Or perhaps it was due to us declaring our love for each other aloud, for the first time.
But something about knowingIcould ride this magnificent and dangerous man like this tripped me into a heady mind space of bliss. Under his touch, with his hard dick rammed up inside me like this, massaging my slippery inner walls, I was spent.
I came with a blinding pressure of euphoria. Endorphins flooded through me, capturing me in this state of pure bliss.
“That’s it. That’s it, Carina. Fuck, yes.”
As I cried out and trembled under the severity of the orgasm, I closed my eyes and tried to hold on to the ends of the armrests. Through the waves of pleasure, I soared. I sank. I drowned. AndI was floating again, truly sent out of this world how he made me feel.
But he wouldn’t let me fall. He didn’t plan on dropping me or watching me crash. Not like this. Keeping his hands on my ass, he tried to push his hips up and continue fucking me.
“Fuck— You— I need you—” He could barely string his words together, but I heard enough of them that I got the point. Through the haze in my mind, I understood that I needed to see to his pleasure too.
He deserved it. And more.
Righting myself on his lap, I slumped over him and set my hands on the top of the chair, one hand on either side of his head.
Riding him again, powering through the aftershocks of my first orgasm, I doubled down to make him come. Faster and harder, I danced on his cock. My breasts ached, so heavy and sensitive, especially with how they bounced so freely and jiggled so much as I moved.
He gritted his teeth, staring at my tits while he dug his fingers into my ass.
But then as I started to come again, swamped with the intensity of another climax, he locked his smoking-hot stare on me. Watching me and looking me dead in the eye as he pushed up hard.
“Maksim!” I cried out over and over as I was hit again with another orgasm.
“Oh, fuck.” He clutched me close as his dick jerked deep inside me, filling me with his cum and marking me, undisputedly, as his wife. His lover. The one he’d always protect and need.
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MAKSIM
Seeing Carina so upset and driven to do whatever she could to help the situation with her brother pushed me into action.
“She doesn’t need this stress,” I told Adrik a couple of mornings later as we waited for Elena and Carina to join us. The rest of them would be here soon. We wouldn’t begin this operational meeting with my other brothers and both of my cousins until everyone was present. Right now, with only my older brother here, the one I always synced with the most, I could be frank about why I was putting Arturo Garcia and the Cartel higher on our list of priorities.
He nodded at me. “Of course.”
“Not because she’s pregnant.”
He gave me a questioning look that prompted me to recall all the protective—and overprotective—things he’d done since learning that Elena was pregnant. It was in our nature to want to spare them any difficulty.
“Okay, it’s notonlybecause she’s pregnant. Between you and me, this shit with her brother has gone on for too long. Ever since Miguel Garcia was killed, when they lost their mother too, Arturo has been dismissing her and making her feel like she had no role, no power, no purpose.”
Adrik rolled his eyes and shook his head. “What a fucking moron. If she was just another Cartel princess who wanted to shop and lounge around the pool, and wait to fall on a dick and get knocked up to matter, then I could see his reasoning. But she’s not. She’s got more experience than several of our runners.”
