Wet For Him.
1677 Words
Chapter 9.
I was dripping. Dripping so hard from being kissed by Maxwell.
This is wrong… I know… and I should pull away, but not when my entire body needed more than just a kiss. Not when my entire body was already slipping into the abyss of this damnation.
Maxwell’s tongue slid deeper into my mouth, claiming me with every kiss as he led us deeper into the room.
My body arched involuntarily into him as he wrapped his hands possessively around my waist, his mouth moving against mine like he was hungry for me.
God! He was so hungry and the movement of his mouth spoke more than I could let out.
With every kiss, my knees weakned and the air in my lungs stilled, skin prickling as heat rose beneath the layers of my flesh, burning and scorching.
Maxwell’s hand traveled down my ass, groping them softly into his hand.
“Ummm..” He moaned into my mouth, the sound twisting a knot in my belly.
With every slip of his tongue and every kiss that drove me deeper into the abyss of pleasure, my stomach churned, and even when something screamed at me to stop, my lips parted hungrily, and I kissed him back, ignoring every decent word in my head.
This is wrong. The voice played in my head again, but I closed my eyes this time… deciphering every thought like I didn't need it.
Maxwell’s fingers moved up my hips, trailing and drawing faint circles while we staggered into the room.
My walls clamped around nothing, and I shuddered from every lingering touch.
I should pull away, the voice came in again. But how do I? How do I end this when my p***y was already dripping hard from being kissed?
How do I end the kiss when every nerve in my body was crawling and yearning for more than just this kiss?
Maxwell’s fingers brushed the hem of my dress, coming between my thighs.
My legs parted involuntarily, and I felt him smile into the kiss.
Heat rose beneath my cheeks. I swear down I hadn’t meant for that to happen, but every graze of his finger against my body had me burning in pleasure and need.
His fingers trailed up, and with every drag, my heart pounded against my chest, anticipating his fingers like I haven’t had them in my p***y before.
Then I felt it... the gentle graze of his finger against my damp panties.
My body clenched, tensed from anticipation.
“Ummmm…” The sharp unbidden moan slipped past my lips, muffled by the way his mouth moved against mine, kissing every breath away.
Maxwell dragged his finger against my wetness, rubbing my clit through the lace of my damp panties.
“So wet…” he hummed into the kiss, rubbing for some seconds more before sliding my panties aside.
The air in my breath cut, and my pulse raced with a more profound anticipation, but it lasted only for a second because Maxwell’s finger came against my wet fold, dragging gently till it got to my clit.
My body stilled. “f**k…..” The unbidden moan slipped past my lips, and Maxwell broke the kiss, just enough to look into my face.
His face hovered some inches closer, his finger rubbing gently. “You are so wet…” he moaned into my face, dragging his finger against my clit.
My legs wobbled, knees buckling at every rub.
Shame and pleasure built beneath my cheek, burning like the ones I felt within my p***y.
God!! I couldn’t believe I was dripping this hard for him.
My toes curled, and my clit throbbed against his fingers.
Maxwell leaned in. “You feel that?” His voice was low and gravelly as he dropped a kiss on my shoulder, letting his lips linger for seconds longer.
My throat bobbled as he rubbed his finger slowly against my clit, making it throb again.
My eyes rolled backward. “Arghhh…” I moaned loudly, jerking into him.
“That’s my girl.… That’s your clit throbbing against my fingers, Clara. That’s a testament that this p***y wants me.”
Heat crawled beneath my skin, heat flying across my chest like s****l sparkles.
“You love how I rub your clit?”
My throat tightened, and I shot him a dagger glare.
Who gave him the right to be this motherfucking good? Who gave him the right to know my body so well like he had been learning it for years?
My walls fluttered, pulsing and dripping with every word.
Damn him! Damn him for being this f*****g hot with words. Damn him for being this good with me.
The tension in the room cracked and Maxwell’s brows arched, and he pressed the pad of his finger against my clit.
“You haven’t said a word, Clara. Do. You. Love. How. My. Finger. Rubs. Your. Clit?”
My back arched, and I nodded my head. “Yes…… yes, I love it… I love how you rub me…”
“Good girl…” He smirked, stimulating my clit till I suddenly felt the rise of something familiar.
“Ohhhh…” I cried out in pleasure, every drag of his finger driving me to the insane edge of bliss, but his fingers didn’t stop moving. Not when my body was shuddering.
Tears stung the back of my eyes, pleasure curling around every breath.
My toes curled, and my eyes rolled backward. I threw my hands around his shoulders, writhing and trembling.
“I am going to cummm..” I cried out, my parted lips trembling with utter pleasure.
Maxwell leaned into me, grazing my ear with his lips. “See how beautiful you tremble for me… you are going to c*m, huh?”
My grip on his shoulder tightened, and I nodded eagerly. “Yes… yes, I am going to cummm…”
The air in the room tensed, then he dragged his finger slowly sinking it into my wet, dripping p***y before I could comprehend.
My throat dried, and my parted lips trembled. “Arghhhhh!!!” I screamed, watching his muscles clench while my walls tightened around his fingers.
“c*m for me…” he moaned softly, kissing and licking my ear gently while shoving his fingers in and out of my p***y with a rhythm that had my body shuddering.
“I… oh… f**k…” My walls clamped tighter around his fingers, knees weakening, but he gripped me tightly, thrusting his fingers in and out of my p***y till my orgasm crashed into me, thrashing me back and forth.
“Arghhh!!! Yes.., oh… I am, I am cumming….” I moaned into the air, panting and trembling while cumming on his fingers.
*
Maxwell laid my trembling body on the bed, his fingers undoing the button of his pants while I trembled from the aftermath of my post-orgasm bliss.
I laid on the bed, trembling from the pleasure of my orgasm.
My eyes lingered on his fingers as they worked on his pants.
I should be thinking of pulling away, but I was too carried away by the sight of those thick, long fingers.
I hate to say this… but damn it! He knew how to use those fingers well, and it infuriated me so much.
My walls clamped, p***y pulsing to be f****d again.
Only then did I realize that Maxwell’s c**k was out of his briefs.
My eyes widened slightly at the nine-inch, hard, veiny member that jerked against his hand with full confidence.
The air in my lungs vanished, and my throat went dry. Not that I haven’t seen it before… but why was I dripping and needing him like I didn’t just have an orgasm? Why was my entire body crawling with desire to have more of him?
Maxwell’s hand stroked his c**k gently, his eyes on me while he took some steps closer.
When he got into the bed, he came between my thighs, spreading my legs widely while keeping his eyes fixed on mine.
“You are beautiful…” he mumbled softly, and I felt heat rise beneath my cheeks.
I looked away shyly, but he brought a finger to my chin, directing my gaze back to meet his.
“Keep your eyes on me, Clara. I want you to watch me while I f**k you.”
My stomach flipped as his sharp tone cut through the air like steel, his words sending chills down my spine.
I should be disgusted. I should not want him, but my cunt was burning, arching, and aching to be filled by his massive c**k. And my heart? It melted into his words, strangely.
My lips pressed into a thin line, and I lay motionless on the bed.
Just today. I will let us have this moment because my body was yearning for him. But after today, I will work my divorce with Leo and disappear from their lives forever.
So I returned my gaze to meet his, staring at him amidst the haze of my heavy eyes.
“Good girl…” Maxwell smiled, his hand coming against the back of my head while he positioned himself between my thighs.
His eyes locked against mine, and slowly, he leaned into me, the tip of his c**k pressing against my entrance.
His breath hitched, and his jaw clamped. “So wet…” he moaned softly, rubbing his cap against my wet entrance.
The wet sound filled the air, burning through my skin like chills, but I pressed my lips harder, trying to suppress the moan that was threatening to spill.
A knowing smile formed at the corner of Maxwell’s lips, and he pressed the tip of his c**k against my wall.
The air in the room stretched, and Maxwell’s gaze on mine remained still, but when he finally leaned into my ear, he whispered in his low, heated tone,
“I am going to f**k your sweet, tight p***y, Clara. And I am going to have you moan like a good girl. Understood?”
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