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“Never thought I would find someone like you,” he says softly as he pulls my lips to his and kisses me gently.

Then the next thing I know, Maxim is picking me up and rushing toward the pool.

No. No. No.

19

MAXIM

My head hurts. I need water. My mouth is so dry it’s like I’ve eaten a mouth full of sand. Pushing my eyes to open, the bright light hits them, making me recoil. It’s been a long time since I’ve let my guard down enough to get drunk like we did last night. Grace is snoring away beside me in my bed, exhausted from the many rounds of sex we had by the pool, coupled with more bottles of wine.

Once I felt Grace’s pussy bare around my dick that was it. Game over. There is no better feeling than feeling every nerve twitch and tighten as she comes all over my dick. After her little chat by the pool with my dick inside her, we cooled off in the pool before I picked her up, lay her spread eagle across the terracotta tiles, and ate my dessert with her fingers in my hair and her screams echoing across the hillside.

Drying off and sitting on the sun lounge again drinking more wine, I enjoyed Grace’s mouth on my dick as she sat on my face. She swallowed me down like the good girl that she is. After one too many bug bites we moved the party inside, where I chased her around my home and ended up fucking her over my office desk. Papers were strewn all over the floor, and I hate to seethe mess we made, but I didn’t care. I’ll never get the images of coming all over her back while she was bent over my desk from my mind each time I sit there from now on. I marked her body as mine as I rubbed myself all into her back.

Not sure what was in the wine, maybe Viagra, because the night didn’t stop there. It was like the floodgates of our lust and desire for each other were finally open, and neither one of us wanted to close them again. We were desperate with each other, insatiable.

Eventually, we brought the party back to my bedroom, and Grace asked for some role-play. We trod the line between reality and fantasy, I was her captor, and she was captive. She declared she would do anything to be set free and in some fucked up drunken state we thought this was a good idea. Maybe our subconscious was playing a fucked-up game with us, but it was hot. Grace’s sassy mouth got her in a lot of trouble, so much so that I made her lay over the bed with her bare ass in the sky and her hands tied in front of her. Her legs spread nice and wide as my hand spanked the sassiness from her mouth. It didn’t work. She was dripping down her leg with each slice of my hand across her ass cheeks that had turned a gorgeous shade of pink. My fingers slipped easily inside her because of how wet she was because my Wildcat liked the spanking so much. I denied her coming as her punishment because spanking her was not working. I spent an hour edging her, she cursed me out, her entire body shaking, she had created a soaking wet patch on the bed, but I wasn’t going to let my Wildcat win, oh no. She needed to know whose boss, so I flipped her over and pulled out my dick then fucked her. She took my dick, and you could see the relief on her face as I slid in between those creamy thighs. I warned her I would stop fucking her if she came. The colorful language that came from her mouth over this made me chuckle, but I didn’t stop fucking her, and like the good girl that she is, shedidn’t come. She was close and I watched her concentrate on not letting herself fall over the edge. Even when I pulled out of her and came all over her tits, even when I made her clean up every drop from her chest with my finger and her mouth. Even when I spent the next ten minutes sucking on her nipples knowing how much it was turning her on, how much she loves it when I nip and twist those pointy peaks. She still didn’t fall over that edge, but she was painfully there, and if I pushed her any longer it would have been cruel. Then I asked her what she needed to come, and she told me my mouth and fingers, so I gladly gave them to her. She was like a wound-up spring ready to go off at any moment. Then I slid two fingers into her, curled them so that they ran along her G-spot, and let my thumb push against her rear end. She was wiggling and cursing beneath me until my tongue found its target and licked up every single drop until I sucked on her clit and my fingers found the G-spot jackpot and Grace exploded. She squirted right down my throat while I continued eating her alive. My chin was drenched, she was having convulsions from the intensity of the orgasm and one after the other she kept coming. It was as if every single time she wanted to come it had been saved up. It took her a long time to come down, and once she had stopped, I pulled her into my arms and cuddled her as tears fell. She was overcome with emotions, and I knew I had sent her way over the edge with that gameplay. I gave her a bottle of water to drink and held her tightly till she fell asleep instantly.

Great, now my fucking dick is hard again thinking about what we did last night. Reaching over, I grab a fresh bottle of water and throw it back. Grace reaches out in her sleep for me, pulling me back to spoon her. She curls her leg around mine which has my dick right up against her entrance.

“You must be sore from last night, Wildcat,” I whisper into her ear.

“Not sore just needy. What the hell have you done to me?” she grumbles as she rocks back and forth against my dick.

“What the hell have you done to me. I don’t think I’ve come so much since I was seventeen.”

“That’s what happens when you try to keep up with a younger woman. Old man,” she teases.

Our ten-year age gap is not that large. I’m only early thirties, still in my prime. “Who are you calling old?” I say, sliding myself inside of her. Grace hisses and moans as soon as I’m nestled into her deeply. My hand slides around the front of her and finds her aching clit, ready and throbbing for me. We are both so overstimulated that it doesn’t take long for either of us to be pushed over the edge.

“That’s how I want to be woken up every day.” Grace hums as she closes her eyes again, curling back into her sleeping position.

“I think I can accommodate that,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. Reluctantly, I pull myself out and go to clean up the mess, but instead, I turn her over onto her back and shuffle down so I can stare at the mess I’ve made. My fingers push the mess back up inside of her where it belongs. Once I’ve finished making sure she keeps all of me inside her, she reaches out, takes my hand, and sucks my fingers clean. I’ll never tire of watching her do that.

Groaning, I jump out of bed and head toward the bathroom, first relieving myself and then jumping into the shower to wake myself up and hope the hot water will cure this hangover. Jumping out, I dry myself, grab my sweats and a t-shirt and head out of my bedroom. Grace has fallen back asleep. She’s going to need her rest if we are going to keep fucking like rabbits.

I head down to the kitchen and grab some leftovers from dinner last night—some cold meats and a bread roll—pour myself a coffee, and head into my office to clean up the mess we made before Sergei notices.

“How did it go last night?” Sergei calls out into the office, making me jump and hang my head. Thankfully, everything is back in order before he turns up. I might have to tell him to text before he comes to the house because he could stumble upon us at any moment and I know Grace will freak out if Sergei busts us fucking anywhere.

“Good,” I say honestly.

“Good?” He doesn’t look convinced.

“Great, fantastic, amazing. All the words you can think of. Grace and I are together, we’re giving whatever this is a go.”

Sergei frowns. “What about her family? You know you can’t keep her forever no matter how much you want to.”

The old man is right. I know this, but I’m not ready to test what we have just yet.

“Grace and I said we would discuss all of that today.”

“Is that code for we don’t want to talk about serious things because we are having too much fun,” Sergei teases.

“Fuck you,” I say which makes him burst out laughing.

“I’m happy for you, Max. Whatever happens between the two of you, I’m happy to see you relaxed and happy for once.”