𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞 | The oldest daughter of the Don to the Latin mafia hasn't had it easy in life so far growing up in a not so loving household made her have to learn how to build herself back from what her father destroyed and trust no one...
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~Damien Volkov~
I'm still a bit dizzy from my orgasm but I manage to get off of her before quite literally suffocate her. I quickly go to dispose of the condom, I then go back to her demanding her to stay right where she is and that I'll be right back. I practically run to the bathroom, grabbing a small towel, damping it with warm water then go back out into the room. I'm quickly rewarded with the sight of her naked on her back, toying with a strand of her gorgeous brown hair. She looks absolutely mesmerizing that I almost consider not disturbing her and just sitting down right here on the floor and watch her do just that for as long as she's willing to let me.
My plans are absolutely shattered though when she snaps her head to the side making direct eye contact with me, slightly grinning as if noticing me very clearly staring at her creepily. I clear my throat marching up to the edge of the bed pulling her closer to me. She yelps in surprise, but quickly recovers spreading her legs wide open for me making me contemplate for just a second forgetting about my after care plans at the cost of getting to have her coming on my tongue once more but I quickly shake the thoughts off lifting the towel to her pussy. Not really to clean her up since we had used a condom but more to soothe and comfort her and most importantly calm down a bit of the soreness. She sighs relaxing her thighs which had earlier been tense and I immediately know my plan is working.
I keep gently stroking with the towel until she is fully relaxed. I smile, an genuine one and the feeling still feels strange to me, the way the muscles on my face tug to make me smile but then again Maya seems to have a talent for making me do things I didn't think I was capable of doing. I rise back up to my feet then go to grab a change of clothes for her from my dresser. She immediately sits up but I signal for her to stay where she is "I've got you, malyshka-" shit shit shit and shit. How the hell did that slip up, it was difficult at first to hide my Russian but I've never slipped up until now.
Wait, she... didn't notice? Well if she did she isn't acting like it because she just lays back down onto the bed. Thank fuck. Close one. Way too close than I would like. It can't happen again, ever.
I grab her underwear from the floor then grab her a white t-shit and black pair of boxers she could wear as shorts. She gets up and I give her the underwear and the boxers but keep the shirt and bra in my hands. She puts what I gave her on then reaches for the rest but I don't let her grab them. "Turn around," I command and she does. I quickly help her slip her arms into the straps of her lacy bra then close the clasp in the back for her. I then grab her by her waist turning her back around to face me "Arms up," I instruct and she does as asked lifting her arms up, pushing her cleavage also up and it's almost too tempting to lick her through the material of her bra. Behave. A tiny voice in my head scolds me and immediately go back to my original task.
I help her into my shirt then wrap my arm around her kissing her gently, melting into the kiss. I pull back just before it starts to get too intense because as much as I would love to have another round right now, I know she's definitely not ready for more and I definitely definitely don't want to hurt her. "You down for some real breakfast now?" I ask chuckling a little while accentuating the "real". She also laughs, breathy, and sweet and so so beautiful "I thought you'd never ask"
