EroticReverie

Maksim bends me over the study patio table. I don’t bend all the way over. I just place my hands out , bracing myself as I look over my shoulder and he strokes his cock and slaps it upward over my cunt and rubs it along my pussy from clit to hole and back again. 

“Fuck me” I whine and his eyes lift to mine. And he grins and then pushes against my entrance and leans over. He grabs my face turning it further and kisses my mouth as he plunges into me. Making me scream into his mouth. 

Our breathes are harsh as he immediately starts to fuck me hard and fast. His skin slapping against mine. His mouth growling into mine and then he pulls from my mouth , a look so feral in his eyes. Then my gaze is stolen as he fists my hair yanking my head back as he fucks me ever harder. Making me cry out loudly. 

I was obsessed. Utterly , insanely obsessed with Maksim Petrov and the way he commanded my body, my mind. It didn’t matter who he was. All that mattered was how right it felt to be his. How deliciously sore he made with his cock , how greedy he’d made me for more of it anytime his cock was outside of my body. It was never enough. It was like a never ending need. He couldn’t ever get deep enough. Couldn’t ever fuck me hard enough , even when he’d fucked me harder than anyone ever had.  The force and power behind his thrusts were damning me. Damning me to be his forever. Because there wasn’t anybody that would be able to give me the feeling he did when he was inside of me. 

The silk nightie clung to my skin, and somehow made me feel sexier than if I was naked. And Maksim seemed to like it too as his other hand grabbed my waist and he bunches the fabric in his fist. 

“Youre so fucking beautiful” he groans and I whimper.  My head being pulled back hard. My ass bouncing off him with each of his thrusts. His cock slamming into me and making me wince with pain and pleasure. I didn’t know where one feeling ended and the other began. 

I gasp. My eyes fluttering as I cum on his cock. My legs shake and my breath hitches, my legs shaking and Maksim releases my hair. My head dropping forward between my shoulders. My hands still bracing me against the table as Maksim grabs my hips. Holding them tightly. Keep me from falling to my fucking knees as he forces his cock into me so fucking deeply as I cum all over him. 

“Lavender” he growls as my cunt clenches around him and only cry out as my body responds to him , my pussy gripping him with each spasm and he groans. 

I feel it. The flood of his cum inside of me. The release I crave so much as my own makes me tremble. His hips jerk and he says my name again as he fucks the last of his cum deep inside of me. 

His hands hold me at my hips still and my shaky legs wobble as he loosens his grip slowly and I let myself lay over the table. Knowing I can’t stand. 

I close my eyes. Listening to both of mouths breathing heavily. My own , so dry , from panting so deeply as he fucked me. I close my mouth to let my mouth once again gain the moisture it lost and then part my lips and heave a sigh. 

My ass pushes back as he begins to pull out of me. He chuckles slightly. 

“You have to let go.” He says as I clench around him as he pulls out entirely. 

I whimper and he laughs slightly and his hands slip up the backs of my thighs making me tremble with his feather light touch. He lifts the wet nightie up over my hips and then he’s crouching down. His tongue going to my ass. 

“Maksim” I whisper his name. 

“Shhh” he whispers back and his hands grab my ass spreading me open for him as his tongue licks and prods at my tight hole. 

“Mmm” he groans into me and I gasp when I feel his one hand reach under me and rub my clit. 

Its like Maksim was a secret. Some kind of orgasms giving god that I’d been lucky enough to find.  My body was lucky to have found him because it’s never experienced as much overwhelming pleasure as it did when this man touched me. 

I loved the way he couldn’t help himself. Tearing me from my pancakes inside to give me what I desired. Unable to tell me no when he knew how badly I needed him.  I was an addict. I was a willing slave to him. Every part of me wanting to be claimed be him. Owned by him. 

He was the most dangerous man I’d ever met.  Not because of what he does or what he’s done. Not because he has killed. But because he’d made me his without much effort.  I was drawn to him almost immediately. I was terrified when he’d shown up at my door.  When he’d murdered three of his own men in front of me. But it didn’t take long at all for me to fall for it.  That power in his eyes. Because it was power over me. A relentless gaze that made me submit to him. Need him. 

I shattered once again for him. Cumming as he rubbed my clit while his tongue teased against my ass. I could feel his tongue , how hungry he was for every part of me. Even the most taboo place on my body.  I found myself almost begging him to take me. To take me in that part of myself. For him to put himself inside of me there. To have his cock stretch that part of me open for himself.  But i didn’t. I laid there. A mess. My cunt pulsing as my orgasm faded, his hands back on both sides of my ass. His tongue continuing to devour that part of me. 

It was filthy. So dirty. And so. Hot. Something that would make me cringe at the thought of it. Seemed so natural with him. As if his licking me there was as normal as him licking my clit. Or kissing my mouth. He made it feel good.  He made it feel more intimate than I’d imagined it could ever be. Like it was important to him to do this for me. To let me know he craved absolutely every inch of me. 

His tongue penetrates me. Fucking my ass slowly. I can only moan his name as he continues. My hands against the table as I raise myself up slightly and he groans as I push back into his face. 

He growls and grabs my ass harder and his face pushes into me. His tongue deeper inside of me. 

“Maksim” I moan his name. 

I wanted more already. Needed him back inside of me. Needed him to have me. 

His hands slipped up. Pushing the wet nightie up my back and I shivered as his mouth kissed up my spine.  Following the fabric. 

I lifted my arms as he raised it up.  Peeling it off of me and tossing it to the table with a wet slap sound. 

His hands cupped my breast from behind as I arched my back into him. His mouth on my neck. Kissing me and licking my skin as his cock pushed against my ass. 

“You are the most delicious woman I’ve ever had” his mouth murmurs against my neck. 

“Every part of you feels and tastes like it should be illegal” he says and his hands squeeze my breasts. His fingers grabbing my nipples. Pinching them between his thumb and pointer fingers. 

“I want you Lavender. All of you.” He says into my neck and I moan as his mouth comes to my ear. 

“You are ALL that I want” he says and his hands rub my breasts as he kisses my neck again. My ass rubbing against his cock. 

“Nobody has ever had control of me” he groans.  

“I don’t like not being in control” he says angrily as if he’s upset with himself. A low groan comes from his mouth, vibrating against my neck as I reach behind me and wrap my fingers around his cock. Stroking him as he keeps talking softly. 

“But you don’t even give me a choice.”

“When it comes to you. There’s not a single thread of control.” 

“I can’t stop myself from wanting you”

“Needing you”

“You’re the most beautiful woman”

“Your body is unmatched” 

“Your scent.  Your taste. All of it.”

“It drives me mad how much I need to have my hands on you” 

“I could search the entire fucking world. And I know for a fact ….I’d never find another woman who even came close to what you make me feel” he says through gritted teeth as his hand slides from one of my breasts and then down between us and he gently moves my hand from his cock. 

“Anything you want Lavender” he says and his cock moves. Sliding down and up into my dripping pussy. I inhale and let out a shaky exhale as he fills me entirely. 

“It’s yours. I will give you everything you want. Anything you need.” He says and his hand wraps around my torso , the other wrapped over my breasts. Holding onto one of them as he starts to fuck me again. Slowly. 

My hands are lifted above. Behind his neck as he holds my body. I slip my finger into his hair as his cock slowly slips out of me and back in. His hips moving to angle upward with each thrust. 

“You are perfect” he groans and I moan his name. 

“I want to fuck you until neither of us can move.” He says. 

“I want to fuck you until not a drop of cum is left in me” 

“I want to fuck you until you’re as crazy for me that I am for you” he groans. 

“I already am” I tell him breathlessly , his hand grabbing my breast harder. 

“I need you” I moan. 

“I can’t stop needing you” I say with a slight whimper as he cock moves in and out of me. The slick wetness making it so easy for him to rock his hips back and forth. His cock gliding in the mess he left on top of my own. The never ending wetness he seems to bring from me. 

“You do have control of me” I pant. 

“You’ve made me need you more than anything else.” I moan and a hard thrust sends me reeling. My body lurching   But his hold on me keeps my back to him. 

“I can’t stop” I whimper. 

“I’m falling for you” I confess and he groans and slides out of me and I gasp at the loss of him. But he turns me around and holds my face and kisses me. 

It’s hard and rough.  His lips press viciously against my own as I moan against his mouth.  

Lifting me up. He sets me on the table and I spread my legs and wrap them around him as he sinks back into me. 

I lean back on one hand. The other behind his neck as we look at one another. Both our mouths parted.  The intense look in his eyes that makes me feel him everywhere at once is too much. But I can’t look away from him. Not ever. He was so beautiful it hurt to look at him. But you couldn’t tear your eyes away. Knowing that being able to see him was a gift. His sharp features and dark hair. Those eyes. Those blue eyes. 

“I’ve already fallen Lavender” he says and let loose a shaky break as he brings his mouth back to mine and kisses me as he keeps thrusting. 

“I’ve waited my whole life for you” he says and I moan and kiss him harder.  Whimpering as I can’t seem to kiss him enough.  

Knowing what kind of man he was. The things he did. Hearing him be vulnerable. Admitting his loss of control around me. Admitting he’s been waiting for this. That I make him feel some type of way that he’s been craving. 

I was afraid. Afraid I already loved him. Afraid of what it meant and the life I was going to have. Afraid of the dangers that came with loving a man like him. But it was there.  I felt it. And even if I could escape it. I didn’t want to. I’d fallen already too.  It happened too fast. But it had happened. And I wasn’t sure either of us would make it out alive.