18. Maximo
CHAPTER 18
Maximo
It’s gentle, with more meaning behind it than any kiss I’ve had before. When she asked me if I knew her mother’s name was on that list, I swore up and down that I didn’t, and it was the truth. I know that under the question was also ‘ did you target me? ’ Again, no. Julia was a surprise I never saw coming—a light in the past year of aching devastation and rage.
The way she’s kissing me now is as though she has loved me for centuries, an emotion so deep within the kiss I can’t bring myself to pull back, but I have to. She’s an emotional wreck right now, and as much as I am too, I need to be the one stopping her from making any rash decisions before she’s thought about what she wants to do regarding me, us, and whatever this is.
“ Bella ,” I murmur the second she crawls forward a few inches to straddle me. My shirt is still on her gorgeous fucking body, and my brain reaaally needs to match up with my dick because right now, I’m hard as a fucking rock.
“Hmm?” The vibration of the hum flutters across my lips, her tongue sliding along the seam, arms clasped behind my neck, with a hand tightly gripping my hair.
Ffuuuck!
“Baby, stop. Just gimme a second.”
She pulls back, bloodshot eyes searching mine with the shed tears that linger there from her broken heart. “Max, please.” She begs lightly, “I don’t want to think right now, so don’t ask me to stop.”
I should not be so turned on right now.
I can feel my length thickening further, angry for release and desperate to slide itself inside her core. Lifting one hand, I brush her hair back from her face, and the pink blotches on her skin only make her more beautiful in every aspect of this moment. Who am I to stop her from anything, to make the decision for her…so I don’t.
Fuck.
“Okay, Bella , tell me what you want.”
“I-I…” she stutters, her eyes searching mine.
“Use your words, talk to me.”
Leaning into me—her soft lips meeting the shell of my ear—she drops down further, grinning, her heat against me, and my growl is almost instant. And with her hot breath fanning against my skin, she finally speaks.
“I want you to fuck me, Max. Fuck me so hard that I forget, because right now…I don’t want to feel anything but you.”
Maybe Rocco was right, because after that…yeah, I’m in love.
I close my eyes, steadying myself. “Fuck, Julia.”
“You want me to beg?” She continues. “Please, Max, make me come…make me scream your?—”
Her words are cut off the moment my hand wraps around her throat like a collar, nudging her back so I can look at her. All my restraint snaps in a millisecond. “You want me to fuck you, make you come all over my cock, Bella. ” She nods furiously in response. “Okay, take my cock out.”
Julia’s fingers frantically work at the tie on my sweats, yanking the knot free before she reaches behind the elastic waist, pulling my cock free. Her warm hand and tiny little fingers wrap so perfectly around it I groan as she pumps me a few times.
I place both my hands under the top of each thigh, just below her ass. Then I curl my fingers into the fabric of her delicate little panties and pull them to one side, revealing just how wet and desperate she is.
“So wet.”
“Yes.” She hums.
Bringing her forward, I hoist her entire body above the crown of my cock, teasing her a little with just the tip.
“Max, fuck…don’t…do that.” Her words come through needy breaths, and I smile.
“Okay.”
I shrug, and with her hands resting on my shoulders for balance, I drop her down into my lap. Impaling her with every inch of my cock that belongs to her. Her muffled scream of pleasure is instantaneous. Her teeth bite into the skin on my shoulder.
“No, Julia.” Threading my hand into her hair, I fist it and drag her head back to face me. “You want me to fuck you, then you’re going to give me every…fucking…scream that belongs to me. Do you understand?”
She nods.
“Words, Bella .” I can barely fucking hold on here myself.
“Yes…okay…I understand.”
“Good,” I lean in further. “So, fuck yourself on my cock, beautiful girl.”
Her moans begin filling the air. Deep, guttural, and almost animalistic in their tone, and fuck me if the tune of her sexual pleasure doesn’t bring me closer to the edge with her. Reaching up, I grip my shirt, tearing it from her body and allowing her perfect tits to spring free from the cotton enclosure. I latch onto her peaked nipple and suck.
“Oh my God!” She cries out. “Fuck, you feel so good!”
My hands grip her hips, helping her bounce up and down on me.
“Shit, Julia! Look at your sweet pussy choking my cock.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” She moans with each thrust. Our skin glistens with a sheen of sweat already. I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her tight to me while using the other hand to press against the fabric of the couch, bringing myself to a standing position. And with all her weight in my grasp, I carry her towards the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Pressing her back to the cold glass, I curve one hand under her knee and spread it around me, and her other leg falls from my waist, balancing herself on the sole of her foot. I fuck her into the window. Hard and fast.
Grabbing the hair at the top of her head, I angle it down. “Watch, Julia. Watch me fuck what’s mine. Look at how perfect your cunt looks, taking every inch of my cock.” I growl possessively.
“Your.”
Thrust.
“ Fucking.”
Thrust .
“Mine.”
“Fuck!” She cries out. “I’m gonna come!”
Pulling all the way out of her, I chuckle. “Not yet, you’re not.” I drop to my knees in front of her, waiting a few seconds for her orgasm to slowly dissipate before spinning her hips and forcing her to face the window. I press one hand to her lower back and grin, her curvy ass directly in my face. Arching it towards me. I press one hand to each ass cheek and spread her open, her pussy and tight little asshole on full display.
The remnants of her wetness glistening against her lower lips. “Scream for me, Bella. ” I moan deeply before latching my mouth onto her core and devouring her.