Chapter 17.
My spine arched. “f**k!!!!” The loud moan slipped past my lips, sharp and unbidden.
“f*****g perfect!!!!” Maxwell groaned throatily, his nails digging into my skin as he buried his c**k deeper into my aching p***y, filling me deeper with every move.
My hands moved to my mouth, clamping around it to muffle the next moan that was threatening to spill. But Maxwell’s eyes met mine, dark, cold, and piercing.
“Take your hands off your mouth, Clara. I want the world to hear you moan my name when I claim you with every thrust.”
My stomach flipped, walls clamping tightly around him from the rawness of his words.
I melted into him, anticipating every f**k like it was our first.
Damn me because I shouldn't like this. I shouldn't like the dominance that came from hearing him s
