Chapter 3
Chapter Three
JASMINE
Grabbing my ass, he lifts me so I can wrap my arms and legs around him as he carries me out of the elevator, coming to a stop in front of the door and pulling the key card from his back pocket.
In seconds, we are inside the room, and doors closed behind us. I know I should be paying attention to where we are and where Maximus is taking me, but I can’t tear my eyes from him.
Maximus carries me into the bedroom and kicks the door closed before placing me on my feet. The second I’m out of his arms, I want to jump back into them, wrapping myself around his body so I never feel empty again.
“When you look at me with those fuck me eyes, I swear everything else stops existing.” Maximus slowly steps back into my space and places a finger under my chin, forcing me to look up at him.
“Tell me what you're thinking,” he whispers, releasing my chin and running a knuckle gently down my cheek. His other hand slowly slides from my hip to my lower back.
“That I love you,” I whisper, tears burning my eyes. “That I don’t think I have ever loved you more than I do at this moment,” I add, placing a hand on his chest whilst leaning into him. “That I want and need you, now.”
Maximus’s eyes darken whilst he stares deep into mine. For a moment, time stills as we absorb each other, unable to look away or move. It’s him who breaks the spell by leaning forward and kissing me as his fingers thread into my hair. He kisses me like he’s been starved of me but is holding back.
Maximus is a dominating lover, but now and again, he will make love to me and shower me with nothing but affection, and it is just as mind-blowing as when he fucks me into next week.
“I love you, Shorty,” he whispers against my lips. “I have since the moment I saw you, and I will continue to love you until my last breath.” He kisses down my neck. His lips only leave my skin when he takes hold of the bottom of my jumper and pulls it over my head, leaving me in a lace bra.
Maximus looks into my eyes as he unfastens my jeans. I undo each button on his shirt, revealing his broad, muscular shoulders and eight-pack. Leaning forward, I place kisses along his chest as I slide his shirt from his back, desperate to get my lips on every part of him. But he pulls away with a smile as his fingers hook into the waistband of my jeans. Maintaining eye contact, he lowers himself so he is kneeling in front of me whilst pulling down my jeans and helping me out of them completely, leaving only my lace thong in place.
Sitting back on his heels, his eyes slowly make their way up my body, leaving a burning sensation in their wake. I try to control my breathing but fail when his eyes finally find mine.
“You are so perfect,” he whispers, reaching out to take hold of my hips. He stands from the floor, lifting me with ease. Placing my hands on his shoulders, we continue to look into each other’s eyes as he walks forward and lays me on the soft bed so he is lying over me. One hand remains on my hip, the other cupping my head as he lies between my legs.
I don’t know how long we lie there, my hands on his shoulders, his hands on my hip and head, but neither of us makes a move. We just look into each other's eyes and take this moment just to be us.
“I am so proud of you.” The words are barely a whisper from his lips.
“Why?” I laugh nervously.
“Because you have come so far and are no longer the pushover you let your friends mould you into.” His fingers brush some hair from my forehead lovingly, and my eyes start burning again.
“I have hated how those girls have treated you from the moment I met them. We could all see that they were not the right friends for you, but every time we mentioned it, you would pull away; we were forced to stop and wait for you to realise on your own.” His hand that rests on my hip lifts as he trails his fingers from my hip up my side and across the breast he leans away from. His eyes follow the trail of his fingers as he moves my bra to one side, and he cups my breast, causing a gasp to leave my lips as I watch his eyes, watching my body.
Maximus takes my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinches slightly.
“Today, you stood up to them,” he whispers, finally looking back into my eyes. “And I’m going to show you how proud I am of you.” I cease to breathe as he takes my nipple between his teeth. Pleasure blooms in my chest as he flicks the nipple with his tongue whilst massaging the breast with his hand—my back arches off the bed when he bites down on it slightly.
Slowly, he moves his lips from one breast to the other, peppering the skin with soft kisses and nips of his teeth before giving the other nipple the same amount of attention. As my back arches from the bed again, he reaches around and unfastens the bra with one hand before sitting up a little to remove it completely.
Leaning back down, he lets his hand slide up between my breasts, only stopping once he has hold of my throat. He doesn’t tighten his hold as his mouth moves to mine.
“You held your head high today, Shorty. You stood up for yourself, our relationship, and your other daddies.” Maximus kisses me on the lips as his hand tightens ever so slightly around my throat. “I fucking love the way you stood tall and took no shit.” His lips leave mine and move down the side of my throat, peppering the skin with soft kisses again.
“I saw the way your eyes changed when that little bitch tried to throw herself at me.” His lips move from one breast to the other, as the anger I had felt at that moment threatens to take hold of me.
“I always hated the way she wanted you,” I gasp as he starts kissing down my stomach, his hand still around my throat but not tightening.
“I know.” His lips reach my stomach as his hand leaves my throat and starts massaging my breast. “I used to see how you glared at her when she would call me Max or flutter her eyelashes at me.” Lifting his head, he looks into my eyes with a devious smile. “It would make me rock hard, knowing you were jealous.” A memory flashes before me and nearly takes me under, but the feel of Maximus kissing the thin material that sits at the apex of my thighs pushes all coherent thoughts from my mind.
“Fuck, I love the way you smell,” Maximus growls as he buries his face between my legs, smelling me through the material I know is soaking wet.
“Daddy,” I gasp as he pulls away from me.
“What do you need? Tell me what you want.”
“Lick me,” I beg, feeling so close to finding my first release before he’s even touched me down there.
“Like this?” I look down to see him looking up at me as he slowly licks the material of my thong, applying just enough pressure to tease me but not enough to make me come.
“No,” I groan as his finger starts toying with the edges of the material.
“How about this?” his tongue sweeps up the inside of my thigh, and I groan with frustration.
“No,” I cry out, getting desperate for his touch. I hear Maximus chuckle before the sound of fabric ripping. Before I can ask why he did that, I feel his tongue lick me from entrance to clit. I cry out as the sensation consumes me.
“Yes,” I gasp as he does it again.
“Like this, Shorty?” I feel his tongue flick the sensitive tip of my clit as he pushes a finger inside of me.
“Yes! Don’t stop!” I cry out as he devours me, pushing me closer and closer to the release I’m so desperate for. I feel rather than hear him chuckle as he continues to feast on me. I can’t stop myself from grinding against his face, desperate to come. I cry out with frustration as he pulls away from me and quickly lies on the bed beside me.
“Come here.” I move to lie on top of him, but he shakes his head. “Sit on my face.” I don’t need telling twice. I need his head back between my legs now.
“That’s it, Shorty,” he whispers as I straddle his head. I feel his tongue brush against me as he begins licking me again. “Use Daddy's face to make yourself come.”
I start rocking my hips and grinding against his face as he uses my movement to give me as much pleasure as possible. I reach up and thread my fingers through my hair as I grind my pussy across the light stubble on his face. With his hands on my hips, I lose myself in his touch and his tongue.
“Daddy.” The word barely a gasp as every muscle in my body coils tighter, and I know I’m so close. Maximus doesn’t say anything; he continues his assault on my pussy. I feel the tip of a finger slip inside my back entrance, and I cry out as I fall apart and explode with pleasure. Maximus continues to lick and fuck me with his tongue, dragging out my orgasm until I’m completely overstimulated. I slide down his body, desperate to feel him inside of me.
“Daddy.”
“I’ve got you, Shorty,” he moans as he takes my hips and helps me slide down so I’m in just the right spot. With one hard thrust, he enters my already contracting pussy, filling me to the point it almost hurts.
“That’s it,” Maximus growls as he thrusts into me again. “You were made for me,” he growls through gritted teeth, encouraging me to sit back up.
“Fuck yourself with my cock, Shorty.” With his help, I start bouncing on his dick as his hands stay gripping my hips to the point I know they are going to leave bruises, which turns me wild.
“Fuck you are so perfect.”
I can’t open my eyes; I’m so close. I love how these guys can make me come, only to do it again seconds later. Running my fingers through my long hair again, I continue to fuck myself with his dick. Maximus’s grip on my hips tightens each time he moans or calls my name, which pushes me closer to the edge.
“Fuck,” Maximus roars as his fingers dig deeper into my hip, and I know he is getting close. “Rub your clit, show it to me.”
Sliding my hand across my stomach, I use one finger to rub my clit, just how I like it. I look down and watch Maximus watching me. The look on his face is enough to push me over the top, and I orgasm, covering his cock with my release.
“Shorty,” Maximus roars as he slams me down onto this pulsating cock, once, twice, three times before I feel him filling me. I stay sitting until my body slumps forward, well and truly spent. Maximus wraps his arms around me and holds me close as we both gasp for breath.
“I love you.” The three words whisper across my shoulder before Maximus’s lips gently follow. “I love you so fucking much it hurts.” I feel tears fill my eyes again as I close my eyes and enjoy the way his soft touch feels.
“I know,” I whisper before lifting my head to look into his rich chocolate eyes. “I love you just as much, Daddy.”
“I know,” Maximus whispers with a smile. I lean in and kiss his lips before placing my head back on his chest and looking at the bed for the first time.
“I didn’t realise the bedding was white,” I say with a smile as Maximus roars, laughing.
“How haven’t you realised?”
I shrug whilst sitting up so I’m straddling his lap with my hands on his chest.
“I was a little preoccupied,” I wink as he smiles at me, putting his hands back on my hips.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers, reaching up with one hand and tucking some hair behind my ear. “Even more so when you are riding my face,” he winks back at me.
“How would you know? I could have been pulling weird faces the whole time, and you would have had no idea,” I laugh. A big grin spreads across Maximus’s face as he bursts out laughing.
“You really haven’t been paying attention to the room, have you.” He looks up at the ceiling, and I follow his line of sight.
“There's a mirror on the ceiling!” I exclaim, shocked. “Why is there a mirror on the freaking ceiling?”
“I think the bigger question is, how didn’t you notice when you were lying under it for a good five minutes.” He sits up and wraps an arm around my waist while the other stays behind him, propping us up. “Was I so good that you completely ignored our surroundings?”
I lean in and kiss his lips while wrapping an arm around his neck.
“Daddy, you are so good; I don’t know what anything other than the elevator looks like, and even that’s a blur.”
His lips crash into mine as he stands, lifting me with him. I wrap my legs around his waist as I start laughing.
“Where are you taking me?”
“To give you the guided tour of the suite,” he announces, walking back through the bedroom door and into a sitting area. He carries me over to the table and picks up two champagne flutes. “Hold these, please.” I take them quickly before placing my arms back around his neck.
“This is the sitting area; you won’t be seeing much of this,” he winks before turning to a curtain on the right. “That’s the door to the balcony, where I may let you sit out later. I need to see how private it is first.” He looks down between our naked bodies and smiles. “I haven’t decided if I will let you get dressed yet.” Our eyes lock for a moment, and I smile.
“I’m not sure I will let you get dressed either.” A devious grin appears on his face, and I can’t help but laugh. Maximus marches us to the coffee table, picking up an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne before returning to the bedroom. I wait to be thrown on the bed, but he walks past it and to another door.
“This is one of the main reasons I wanted to bring you here.”
I look around and realise we are in a massive bathroom with a huge tub, which is floor-level. It’s filled with water and lots of bubbles; the air smells amazing.
“I want to go in there!” I cry excitedly. Maximus laughs and walks us over to the tub.
“I had them fill it ready for us, and it’s temperature controlled so it won't be cold.” He walks us into the water and sits with me still on his lap. The water is warm, and I instantly melt into my amazing man.
“This is perfect,” I sigh as he kisses the top of my head.
“No, Shorty, you are perfect, and I can’t wait to spend this time just you and me.” I lift my head and look into his eyes as a smile spreads across my face.
“Neither can I.”