The Arrangement: An Age Gap, Mafia Romance (Silver Fox Daddies)
The Arrangement: Chapter 24

I’m ready. So goddamn ready I can hardly think straight. My whole body is tingling with excitement, and all I want is for Maksim to take me, to claim me.

His eyes trail up and down my naked body as he makes his way slowly, ever so slowly, like the world is operating on his time, over to me. Once he’s at the side of the bed, he tears my panties off with the simplest, effortless tug.

I gasp and grin. “What would you say if I told you those were one of my favorite pairs?”

He shoots a grin of his own back at me. “I’d tell you your panties are the last thing that should be on your mind when you’re with me.”

My tightens with excitement upon hearing these words. The effect that this man has on me is undeniable and irresistible. Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait for long. He reaches forward with his right hand and gets it between my thighs. He squeezes the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs, moving up until he reaches my center. I close my eyes, focusing on the sensation of him spreading me open, his fingertip replaceing and teasing my clit.

“Oh… oh…” The words slide out of me and I start squirming.

“Tell me how it feels when I touch you like this, devushka. How does it make you feel to know that whatever happens now, happens because I say so?”

I groan harshly, unable to focus on anything but his touch, the heaviness of his voice, and the way it adds fuel to my inner fire. The more I listen, the more he touches me, the closer I feel to the inevitable conclusion of a devastating orgasm, of a mindless, incredible release that only he can give me.

“I can bring you to the edge of pleasure and leave you there, and you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.”

He’s right. Maksim has proven himself to be a total tease. He increases the tempo of the slow circles he makes around my swollen nub, the flesh now soft and tender and insanely receptive. There’s no doubt in my mind he’s well aware of exactly how to touch a woman to make her feel this way, to bring her to the brink of release and hold her for as long as he wants.

“What should I do, devushka?” He slides a finger inside me, making me squirm even more, the pleasure feeling like a spiral into which I’m falling deeper and deeper and deeper. “Do you wish to speak up? Or are you a little occupied?”

The pleasure is so intense by this point that I can barely think straight. All the same, part of me wants to smack him for being such a tease. God, he knows just how to push my buttons and has zero compunctions about playing me like a fiddle.

“You look like you’re not in a mood to make decisions.”

He’s right. I’m moaning, twitching, quivering, thrashing at the restraints, ravaged by the intensity of what he’s doing to me. While Maksim is certainly enjoying himself, I’m damn near close to begging him for my sweet release. The closer I get to the edge, the harder it is for me to control my most primal impulses as liquid heat trickles down my thighs.

“Allow me to make it for you.”

He gives me the release I crave. His fingers still working in and out of me, he applies just the right amount of pressure on my clit with his thumb. I come hard and crying out his name, the orgasm rushing through my body, my back arching, an oh… FUCK! exploding from the depths of my lungs.

“MAX! Oh, MAX, yes, baby, YES!”

It’s hard to leave this single spot of sweet nothingness that I’ve soared into. Everything is white and warm, my pussy rippling and pulsating as I feel his fingers slide out of me. I’m suddenly abandoned and compelled to open my eyes, to return into the present moment.

“Wonderful,” he says. “You’re a beautiful woman. But you’re even more beautiful when you come. Touching you like this… I have to admit I’m somewhat selfishly motivated – it gives me the best view.”

I catch my breath, my chest rising and falling. “Please Maksim,” I say. “I need you inside me.”

He shakes his head, that sexy, knowing smile still painting his features. “That will happen – don’t worry. But for now, it’s all about you.”

To make his point, he brings his right hand to his mouth, placing the fingers that had been inside me past his lips. “Delicious,” he says once he’s licked them clean. “Almost sinfully sweet. Makes me want to taste even more.”

A shudder of total delight runs through me as I realize where he’s going with this. Maksim then reaches for my wrist restraints, loosening them just enough to give slack. I’m still bound, but there’s more length for me to move. Once that’s done, he returns to the edge of the bed. Maksim repeats the process with my ankle restraints. Then he takes me by the legs and pulls me toward him, my legs hanging off the bed, his mouth at precisely the level of my pussy.

He then leans forward, kissing my calves. Slowly but surely, he moves up, lifting my legs and draping them over his shoulders. He draws swirls with the tip of his tongue, wet swirls that sends flashes of heat burning through my thighs as he teases his way up until…

“Yes… yes, yes, yes.”

His tongue slips through my slick folds, tasting and licking my unending arousal.

“YES!” It’s all I can think to say as his lips close around my clit and suckles it voraciously before going back to tasting my tender lower lips. He kisses my pussy slowly and deeply, savoring me in just the way I imagined he would from how he’d tasted his fingers.

“Like heaven,” he says, lifting his face from between my legs.

I close my eyes and moan, running my hands through his hair and holding him in place, the slack from the restraints giving me just enough movement to do so. The sound of his tongue lapping against me fills the air, and by the time he slips his finger into me again, I’m ready for another release.

“Come for me,” he says, his fingers rhythmically pushing inside. Three of them, stretching and priming me and curling with every retreat. “Come for me right now.”

He presses his tongue against my clit while simultaneously finger-fucking me into absolution. The sensation is enough to elicit another orgasm, and my whole body shakes as he eats me through it. I shudder and cry out, I squirm and unravel like a string of thoughts and emotions, raw and hyper-sensitive with each touch.

“That was… that was…” I can hardly speak. The two orgasms have reduced to me to an almost trance-like state where I feel like I’m on some crazy, mind-bending drug.

Maksim’s mouth is curled on one side, and he’s already slipping out of his clothes. I savor each new glimpse of his body, from his powerful build to his perfect ass, to the gorgeous and mysterious tattoos that decorate his skin.

“Tell me, devushka,” he says. “How are you liking this glimpse into my tastes?”

I take a few more deep breaths before replying. “It’s making me want more than a taste. I want a whole damn meal.”

“There will be more than enough time for us to feast one on another.”

Once he’s down to nothing but his boxer-briefs, his cock straining against the fabric, Maksim reties my restraints, putting me back into the X form, my arms and legs spread. He climbs onto the bed, pulling down his underwear and exposing that gorgeous, thick prick of his. He’s hard as I’ve ever seen him, the glistening tip of his head making me well aware of just how turned-on the teasing has been for him, too.

He positions himself between my legs, getting on his knees as he slips a pillow under my rear to angle me up toward him. Giving me a devilish grin, Maksin positions the tip of his engorged cock against my clit, and I gasp with anticipation as he then lets it slide downward and in.

“Oh, wow!” I manage, instantly tightening around him.

As I feel his manhood drive into me, splitting me in two, I realize right away the appeal of Maksim’s tastes. The anticipation, the build-up, the feeling of being powerless and totally in at the mercy of another… it elevates the sensation of him finally taking me to another level.

I don’t have to worry about moving, about anything other than focusing on how it feels as he stretches me, bottoms out inside me. The position is heavenly, Maksim’s muscular body there for me to enjoy. He takes me hard with each decisive thrust, fucking me harder and deeper into a complete abandonment of self.

“You taste like heaven, you feel like heaven, you look like heaven,” he says. “You know what that makes me think?”

“Tell me.”

“Makes me think you’re a goddamn angel.”

Once more, I’m on the verge of melting. His cock buried and still inside, he caresses me, moving his big hands over my hips, my breasts, my shoulders, grabbing everything in their path. Squeezing. Pinching. Claiming every inch of me as he pounds harder and harder, faster and faster. When his touch returns to my legs, he pulls back and drives into me again. I nearly shriek from the intensity, bucking my body hard into his.

We’re soon in a perfect rhythm, Maksim making love to me like no man ever has before.

“Fuck,” he groans, giving me another body-rocking pump, his powerful muscles flexing and tensing. “You have no idea how much I want to see you come again, devushka. I want to hear you moan, want to see you arch, want to see you leaking onto my sheets.”

His words, his touch, his body, his everything… I can hardly hold back any longer. I open my eyes just enough to watch his thickness glide into me one more time, and then I come, I come so hard that I lose my breath altogether. He turns into a savage beast, riding me fully into oblivion, thrusting himself so deep that I can feel him poking my frickin’ stomach.

“Oh, yes, baby… It hurts so fucking good!” I whimper, tears of pure joy rolling down my cheeks, my breast bouncing with every push. “Oh… oh fuuuck!” My screams fill the room, and all I can do is lay there underneath Maksim as his slow, deep thrusts bring me to another thundering orgasm. He joins me for this one, a guttural groan called up from the deepest reaches of his body erupting as his cock drains inside me.

I can feel his warmth, feel him pulsating, twitching inside me. I feel every hard muscle of his body tense one last time as he climaxes, as we come together. Maksim holds for a moment, his huge chest expanding and contracting, his gorgeous body covered in sweat, drops gradually dripping and falling onto mine.

As we come down from the highs of our intense moment together, Maksim’s back to being the gentle guy I’m crazy about. He loosens the ties, letting my arms flop to the sides.

He snuggles up beside me, pulling me into a hug that feels like home. My head replaces its favorite spot on his chest, listening to his heart beat like it’s tapping out a message just for me. His hand runs up and down my back in a way that’s both soothing and kind of ticklish.

Right there, all wrapped up in Maksim, it hits me hard—I love this man. It’s as clear as day, a truth that lights up everything inside me.

I’m caught in this push and pull of wanting to shout it from the rooftops and also wanting to keep it close, sacred. Telling Maksim I love him feels huge, like once those words are out there, everything changes. It’s not that I’m scared he won’t say it back. It’s more about how big and real saying “I love you” feels.

Maybe, just maybe, when I’m ready to tell him, it’ll just slip out as easy as breathing. Because with Maksim, everything just feels right.