Chapter 19.
The warmth from Maxwell’s palm seeped into my skin as he held both my cheeks. His forehead pressed into mine, lips trembling just as hard as his body was shaking.
“f**k, Clara. I am going to c*m… I am going to…” His fingers clasped against my cheeks, the veins along his throat stretching while he quickened his pace, chasing the rush of his orgasm.
I gripped the sink tightly, trembling from the aftermath of my post-orgasm bliss and the sweetness of being claimed in ways I never thought I’d ever like.
Slaps of flesh filled the air, my body rocking back and forth while Maxwell choked on his moan, jerking and trembling.
“I am cumming…” He managed in a whisper, groaning pleasurably while thrashing back and forth against me.
His trembling hand reached for the tissue beside us,
