Chapter 72.
Clara’s POV.
Getting f****d was good, but getting complimented first before getting your brains f****d was better.
My p***y was dripping, pulsing, leaking, and anticipating Maxwell’s c**k like I had actually never been f****d before. I knew what it felt like to be f****d by Maxwell….. And maybe that was one reason why I couldn’t get a hold of my burning curiosity.
Maxwell’s c**k moved against my opening, dragging gently while I shuddered in unending pleasure.
Then his hand moved forward, his elbow digging against my cleavage as he choked me backward, holding me firmly to himself.
“You are so f*****g warm,” he grumbled into my ear, his breath warm and heavy, dripping with needs and sins he couldn’t contain.
“And… and you are so f*****g bad,” I said, unsure if that was the
