Semua Bab Don Maxim's Plaything: Bab 41 - Bab 50

I couldn’t get Livia out of my mind—the image of her touching herself on my bed, the sweet scent of her feminine musk, the sight of her pretty pink pussy, the sounds of her moans, and most of all, the taste of her lips.I replayed every second over and over again in my head. And every time I fucking did, I got a hard-on. There was something about that woman that drove me insane. She impaired my ability to think with anything other than my dick.I imagine all the ways I would take her in my bed—all the positions I would put her in. I would fuck her all night and into the morning and I still wouldn’t have enough. Especially not with how wet her pussy got when she looked at me.I didn’t need to touch her to have her dripping wet for me. That was all the confirmation I needed to know she wanted me just as badly as I wanted.The need to storm into her room and take her was irresistible.There was only one problem—I couldn’t trust her. Especially not after I suspected she may have spoken to

I thought I knew Livia—at least I thought I could read her but I was wrong. When she strutted into my office and I immediately knew what her intentions were. She wanted to seduce me and it was clear as day.Those shorts she was wearing were way too small and that top looked like it was two sizes too small. Not that I was complaining. It accentuated her tight figure and killer body. I’d never wanted to fuck a woman more.And when she ‘accidentally’ dropped something to the ground and bent down to pick it up, I almost fucking lost it. She had an ass for days. I couldn’t wait to spank her just to punish her for being a fucking tease.When she got up and used and spoke in a sultry way, I thought of how many times women had used that same tone with me. Yet, none of them turned me on nearly as much as Livia’s sultry voice did.If she knew how hard I was, she wouldn’t do what she was doing. My dick was straining in my pants, threatening to break through the zipper. I’d never been that hard i

In one swift movement, he ripped the front of my dress. His hands were everywhere–my breasts, my waist, my ass. The pressure was building for every single moment his hands were on me. I wanted him to keep touching me the way he was, as he kissed me like I was his last breath on Earth. My hands were all over him, trying to get him out of his shirt. He swiftly removed it and threw it to the ground. Then he helped me take off what was left of my dress. Since I wasn’t wearing a bra, I was completely naked since he had my panties with him. When our chests touched, I felt every single nerve in my body flare with arousal. His kiss was punishing, hard, and sweet. I didn’t want him to pull away. I kept thinking about how I could kiss him forever and I wouldn’t get bored. When he finally pulled away, his mouth attacked my neck. He kissed, bit, and sucked every single spot he had access to. When he finally found a spot that made my knees go weak, he pulled me closer and sucked the flesh the

Maxim told me to stay in bed that day, but I didn’t want to. I had just lost my virginity, I wasn’t sick. It was preposterous of him to order me to spend the day in bed.I was sore, but that wouldn’t stop me from going where I wanted. After a two-hour nap, I got up, showered, and dressed up. I wore a soft pink cotton dress with wedges and a matching soft cashmere sweater.I styled my hair into a nice bun and took a white bag to carry. When I left my room, I headed straight to the gym where I knew Mikhail spent most of his time.I found him lifting weights as he listened to music booming through the room's speakers. When he saw me, he stopped, and I could have sworn he rolled his eyes at me. It was no secret that he didn’t like me.He made sure to announce it every chance he got and even said it to my face. The only thing was, I grew up with brothers who hated me. A stranger who always reminded me he hated me didn’t really hurt me in any way.“What do you want? Aren’t you supposed to b

Mikhail took me to a place in Moscow that he said had the best ice cream. I didn’t know he was a big fan of ice cream. A man like Mikhail didn’t seem like he had a sweet tooth.But when I saw the excitement on his face when we reached the ice cream shop,He got me a pina colada and grabbed a chocolate and strawberry once for himself. I thought it was an odd combination, but I didn’t comment on it. He and I took a stroll as we ate our ice cream.It was mostly quiet until I decided to break the ice and talk to him. I had a feeling he would not leave me hanging. From what I could tell, he had already gotten comfortable with me.“I used to hate Russia before…you know. I thought it was too cold for my taste, that I wouldn’t like it. I’m used to warm weather.”Especially since I grew up in Sicily. Warm weather was all I knew. I even struggled when I first moved to Chicago because it was not as warm as Sicily was, but I soon adapted like I was doing in Russia.I was beginning to enjoy the co