Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Maximillian
Finally, when her breathing has returned to something resembling normal, I look up at her flushed face, a smirk playing on my lips. “You’re a fucking goddess, Zoe Harper.” Standing up and pulling her to me, I whisper, “Want to see what else I have in store for you?”
“M-more?” she stutters.
“Oh, but there’s a lot more for you,” I promise, my voice a deep, gravelly murmur. “I’m going to try to go easy though.”
Zoe stumbles slightly, still recovering from her orgasm. I steady her with a hand on her waist, feeling the heat of her body through the thin fabric of her dress.
“I think I just died,” she says, her breath still coming in shallow gasps.
“Good,” I tell her, unzipping my pants and sliding them off completely. I retrieve a condom from my wallet, tear open the wrapper, and carefully roll it over my hard cock. “Because I’m about to bring you back to life.”
I stroke myself a few times, letting her see just how hard she’s made me. “You see this cock, Zoe? It’s going to plunge deep inside you. I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll be screaming my name.”
I lead her over to the bed, pushing her down gently onto the mattress. She looks up at me, her eyes wide and full of desire. I can see the anticipation in her gaze, and it only makes me want her more.
“You ready for me, baby?” I murmur, positioning myself between her legs. “I’m going to fill you up and make you come all over again.”
“Yes, Max,” she breathes, her voice trembling with need. “I’m ready. Please, fuck me.”
With a growl of pure desire, I guide my cock to her entrance and slowly, deliberately, begin to push inside her. I savor every inch, relishing the feel of her tight cunt enveloping me. She cries out, her back arching off the bed as I sink deeper, pausing to let us both enjoy the sensation .
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan, my hips moving in slow, steady thrusts. “You’re so tight, so perfect. I want to feel every inch of you.”
Her nails dig into my back as she wraps her legs around me, pulling me even closer. “Max,” she gasps. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
I continue at a deliberate pace, enjoying the way her body responds to me, the way she clings to me with every thrust. “You’re so fucking tight, Zoe. I could stay inside you all night.”
My fingers slide down her belly, finding her clit, my thumb rubbing slowly as I ease the head of my cock inside her tight little cunt.
“Max,” she breathes, her voice a soft, intoxicating whisper that stirs something deep within me.
I lean down, capturing her lips in a deep, soulful kiss. Our mouths move together in perfect harmony, and it’s as if time stands still. The world around us fades away, leaving only the sensation of her lips against mine, soft and inviting.
I can feel her heartbeat matching mine, a steady rhythm that speaks of longing and hope. I never knew a kiss could convey so much, but in this moment, I understand. It’s a confession, a plea, a declaration all rolled into one.
Don’t think, I order myself. I start to move, slowly at first, but quickly building up speed. Zoe meets me thrust for thrust, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.
When she moans, her head falling back onto my shoulder, I slip farther inside her pussy. “Oh, oh.”
My thumb is still working its magic on her clit, and I can feel her getting closer to the edge. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps, and I can tell she’s close.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpers, her nails digging into my back. “Please, don’t stop.”
Her words send a shot of electricity straight to my cock, and I can feel myself getting closer to the edge. But I hold back, wanting to draw this out as long as possible. I want to see her shatter completely, to know that I’m the one driving her to the brink.
I press my thumb harder against her clit, rubbing in firm, circular motions. “Come for me, Zoe,” I whisper, my voice rough with need. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
Her moans grow louder, more desperate. The feel of her wet, tight cunt gripping me is almost too much to bear. I thrust deeper, savoring the way she clenches around me. I wish I didn’t have this condom on; I want to feel her completely, skin to skin, nothing between us.
And then she comes apart, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. I can feel her walls tightening around me. I thrust inside her harder, wanting more, to possess her. My lungs burn, my heart hammers in my chest.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good—so perfect,” I moan.
Her body shudders, and she lets out a high-pitched cry. I feel her pussy clamp down on me like a vise, milking my cock as she comes. The intensity of the moment leaves me breathless. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I lose all control, forgetting the world around us, wanting to make this moment last forever.
My hips buck, my dick pulsing in her cunt as I thrust into her deeper, deeper, wanting to fill her with my cum. My body tightens, and I can feel the rush of my orgasm building, the pressure almost unbearable. My mind races, thoughts consumed by the need to claim her, to brand her as mine.
“Fuck, Zoe, I’m coming,” I growl through gritted teeth. My release crashes over me, my cock throbbing as I spill into the condom, the sensation both electrifying and maddening. I thrust harder, riding out the waves of pleasure, my hands gripping her hips as I hold her close.
I want her to shatter completely under my touch, to know that no one else can make her feel this way. I want her to remember this every time she thinks of me. “Take it all,” I groan, my voice a low growl. “Every last drop. You’re mine, Zoe. All mine.”
She gasps, her body convulsing around me, and I feel her come again, her pleasure triggering my own. The sensation is overwhelming, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through me. I thrust harder, deeper, feeling my cum fill her, even through the barrier of the condom.
Brand her.
Make her mine.
Mine.
I collapse against her, both of us trembling from the intensity of our shared release. Our breaths mingle, heavy and ragged, as we come down from the high. I press a gentle kiss to her forehead, feeling a sense of possessive satisfaction wash over me.
“You were amazing,” I whisper, still trying to catch my breath. “My perfect, good girl.”
She smiles, her eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction. “You too, Max. You too.”
It’s a strange paradox, this feeling. The sensation of breaking into a million pieces, yet every piece is still painfully alive because of the person who shattered it while sharing the most incredible moment. It’s as if each fragment of my heart retains its own heartbeat but doesn’t beat alone.
“Zoe,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her ear.
She turns her head, her lips meeting mine in a soft kiss. I can feel her smile against my lips.
Carefully, I withdraw, removing the condom and tying it off securely. I wrap it in a tissue and dispose of it in the nearby waste bin. I stand up and head to the bathroom, taking a moment to clean myself up. The cool water feels refreshing after the heat we just shared, and it helps me gather my thoughts.
After a quick clean-up, I grab a warm washcloth and return to the bed. Rolling onto my side, I pull her close to me, her heart beating steadily against mine, a comforting rhythm.
“That was . . . amazing,” she whispers, her breath warm against my chest.
“Yeah, it was,” I agree, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back. I lean down and press gentle kisses along her inner thighs, making my way back to her still-sensitive pussy. I plant a tender kiss there, savoring the remnants of our shared pleasure.
“You were so fucking incredible, Zoe,” I murmur against her skin. “So fucking perfect.”
She sighs softly, her body relaxing even more under my touch. “You make me feel so good, Max.”
I smile, moving back up to lie beside her, my hand caressing her cheek. “I love taking care of you,” I say, kissing her forehead. “You’re everything I need, everything I want.”
I reach for the warm washcloth and gently begin to clean her up. She watches me with a soft, loving gaze, and I can see the gratitude in her eyes.
I finish cleaning her, then pull her close again, wrapping my arms around her. “You deserve to be treated like a goddess,” I tell her, my voice sincere. “Because you are one, Zoe. My goddess.”
I can feel her starting to relax in my arms, her breathing slowing down. She’s exhausted, but I don’t want this moment to end. I want to stay here, wrapped up in her embrace, forever.
Whoa, forever? Where did that come from?
Is that something I can promise?