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A jolt shot down my spine, and I fucking reveled in the feeling. His palm dragged lower, rough against the smooth fabric of my dress, making me shiver.

I straightened my spine, my body reacting in the only way it knew how.

Goosebumps rose, inviting his tongue to trace the lines and witness the effect his actions had on me.

He sneaked his hand in, opening the slit of the dress wide. His fingers grazed the skin, while his other hand grabbed me by the neck, turning my head.

Maxim knowingly pushed the boundaries, forcing me to expose all my weak spots.

A chill ran through me, but it quickly dissolved at the feel of his teeth against my bare skin. A gasp escaped me when he bit down, the sting barely there before he swiped his tongue over the spot in hot, wet swings.

All the while, his other hand unapologetically slid straight into my underwear, if you could even call it that.

What awaited him there drew a deep groan of approval from him.

I was soaked. Dripping for him.

Without hesitation, he thrust two fingers into me, sliding in easily.

The stretch was delicious. He moved in and out relentlessly, his thumb pressing against my clit.

Even though it was enough, I still pushed for more, matching his rhythm, grinding against him without a hint of shame.

To anyone watching, it might have looked like a lap dance. Not the first one given in this place.

“More,” I begged .

“So fucking greedy.” His whisper tickled my ear, so close I could feel the warmth, despite my body temperature reaching scorching levels.

When he didn’t give me what I wanted right away, impatience surged through me, like an addict craving the high.

I adjusted my angle, seeking steadier ground by grabbing his hip.

As the movement shifted my hand slightly left, I brushed against cold metal.

At first, I thought it was one of his rings, but when the sensation happened again, an idea sparked.

Without a second thought, I reached for the holster strapped to his hip.

The sudden weight shift caught his attention, but even aware of it, he didn’t pause. He kept up the steady rhythm of pleasure, as if nothing had changed.

I was no stranger to weapons, but the gun in my hand felt heavy, no doubt customized to him.

His gun. His problem.

Loaded, I aimed the weapon straight at his manhood, making it clear I wasn’t playing around.

The tip pressed against his hardness as I deliberately slid the gun up and down, tracing its length.

“Now!” I commanded, my voice filled with determination.

Not even a flinch.

I could’ve sworn his cock grew even harder. As I lowered myself, getting a feel, his unhinged expression confirmed my thoughts. Either he was clinically insane, or he was calling my bluff. We didn’t get to find out, because my wish was granted.

A third finger slid in, not allowing me a moment to adjust, keeping up with the rhythm.

My eyes lowered to where we were joined.

The dress was pulled up, wrinkled.

Lace panties peeked out, soaked.

A tattooed hand moving in and out of my greedy pussy .

The gun still dangerously close to the entire scene.

It was a sight to behold. A picture worth taking. A painting worth hanging.

But the image it’d sear in my mind would capture the moment.

Somewhere, in a galaxy far away, people were dancing. Music was playing.

It was all muted in the distance.

His fingers curled inside me, finding the spots that had been begging for attention.

I had a plan to pace myself, to hold off, maybe even edge to build the tension. But when his fingers hit the right spot again, his thumb circling my clit, the sensation overwhelmed me.

Clawing at his thighs, I broke apart.

The orgasm hit me like a shock. Maxim never stopped, prolonging the feeling as I rode the waves that crawled up my spine. The beat of my heart pounded in my ears, an orchestra of my creation.

I bit my lip, swallowing the noises building up, selfishly keeping them trapped, perhaps hoping to recall the feeling later.

He didn’t need confirmation of a job well done; the wet mess covering his hand was proof enough.

The music slowly reached my ears, and I knew the blissful moment was over.

Maxim brought his fingers to my lips, the firm grip on my neck still in place. “Suck ‘em clean.”

I obliged, taking in all three, erasing the reminder, and taking longer than necessary. A slight disappointment washed over me at the act, but I didn’t let the emotion show.

“Let’s get one thing clear,” his growl reached me, sending a thrill down my spine.

It quickly made me realize I was ready for the best of three, maybe more. But when the man who had just reinstated my sanity with a simple orgasm spoke next, his words wiped those thoughts away. It was obvious: the darkness cleared, and the front door to reality opened.

“No man who sees you as their sunshine deserves to have you,” he whispered low into my ear.

Before the meaning fully registered, Maxim abruptly stood and gently steadied me on my feet. The ground felt uneven, but I kept my balance.

He reached for the gun still in my hand, taking his prized possession back.

Without a second glance, he turned his back on me, an action not many had the privilege of doing, before storming out.

And I flipped him off.

Unlike the tongue gesture, this one went unreturned.