PREDICTABLE | Mikhaloi [18+]

Way to you.

"Maxwell," she whispered, but I remained turned away, my anger still simmering.

Flashback

We were sprawled on the couch, her body pressed against mine. "F**k, Maxwell!" she exclaimed, pushing my hands away from her core as she continued to kiss me. I pulled back, a flicker of annoyance crossing my face. "Hm, seems you're not comfortable," I mumbled, settling back into the couch and scrolling through my phone. My middle and ring fingers, slick with her touch, felt a strange mix of warmth and resentment.

End of Flashback

"Maxwell. Kenie. Lín," she uttered softly as she walked towards me.

"Do you really have to ignore me?" she asked, her eyes welling up with tears.

I couldn't bear to see her like this. She was so persistent. I gazed at her, noticing her lips glistening as if yearning for a kiss.

"You're so persistent," I remarked, meeting her gaze before turning to walk away.

She continued calling my name, but I was fed up with her persistence.

"Aren't you going to stop, Ms. Villanueva?" I said, irritation evident in my voice.

"Ah..." she stammered as she walked away, tears threatening to spill. It seemed like she didn't want to be told that she was being annoying.

I followed her, reaching out and grasping her wrist. She looked at me, tears streaming down her face. My heart melted seeing her cry, I'll make it right, I promise.

I lifted her, wrapping my arms around her waist. Feeling her arms and legs wrap around me, I positioned one hand under her thigh and then the other, giving her time to adjust. With her securely in my arms, I carried her to the kitchen counter.

Ehem🔞

"We weren't done, back there," I said, my gaze locked on hers, a smoldering desire burning in my eyes.

She sat perched on the kitchen counter, her bathrobe loosely draped around her. I leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. My hands roamed down her body, tracing the curve of her hips until I reached her core. Her breath hitched as I pressed my lips against her, eliciting a soft moan.

"Hngh," she whispered, her voice barely a breath.

I licked her, savoring the taste of her, my tongue tracing a path until I found her clit. I lingered there, teasing her with my tongue, and her moan, louder than any phone call, echoed in the kitchen. It was a sound of pure pleasure, a symphony of desire.

"Mmm, Max!" she cried out, her voice laced with urgency.

"Hm?" I mumbled, my tongue still swirling around her clit.

She gripped my hair, her body thrusting against my mouth. Was this the consequence of our earlier restraint? A raw, untamed need that had finally broken free?

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