Chapter 21 #2
“Max! Oh—wait,” she pleads. She presses her palms against his chest and stomach, her tight walls clenching around him like a merciless vise. Wet though she is, she wasn’t ready to take so much of him so suddenly, without the mercy of foreplay.
“Open. It’s okay. You’ve got to learn to take it.”
Slowly, she yields, her trembling thighs falling open for him once more.
He immediately resumes his rhythmic burrowing into her tight, slippery sex, wanting nothing more than to ravage her and open her back up to him.
She has been withdrawing from him, and it frustrates him.
Still, he promised her gentleness, so he tempers his need.
He strokes into her with a measured cadence, just enough to keep her from resisting again.
It will take time, but he’ll teach her body to obey.
Finally, after much effort, he sinks inside as far as her tight canal will allow.
He stills, pausing his thrusts as he gathers her hair in his fist. Lifting her head, he leans down and kisses her deeply.
She responds at once, parting her lips to welcome his tongue.
The urgency of his kiss is so intense, so intimate, that the last of her wariness dissolves.
She answers him eagerly, her fingernails digging into his skin as she grips his broad shoulder and neck, pulling him closer.
His hand slides beneath her saturated bikini top, cupping a breast in his large palm. He kneads the sensitive flesh, his thumb skimming and teasing her rock-hard nipple. She bites her lip, the torturous touch sending humming waves of pleasure racing through her, building rapidly toward the edge.
Her damp body feels impossibly soft against him. The way her succulent, silky walls clamp around his thick length tears a guttural groan from his chest.
“Fuck. This pussy is amazing,” he grunts, lost in the hedonistic bliss of the moment.
“You like it?” she mewls, her tone dripping with seduction.
“Yes. I fucking love it,” he answers huskily as he seizes her ankles and places them firmly on his shoulders.
Rolling his hips, he drives into her with deep, deliberate strokes.
Her pussy lips stretch taut around the veined base of his cock, clinging like a silken glove a size too small as he folds her in half.
He quickens the pace, his thrusts growing rougher, more animalistic, each one shuddering straight through her core. The tip of his erection knocks against her cervix with every brutal inward drive, heady groans spilling from her swollen lips.
“You said you’d be gentle,” she moans, her leg muscles burning as he repeatedly fills her to the brim.
She presses against his torso again.
“Don’t push me away,” he orders. “Remove your hands.”
She whimpers, her hands stopping their resistance but hesitating to retreat.
“Don’t push me away,” he repeats, his voice gentler now, though still edged with urgency. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he leans down and captures her mouth in a searing, possessive kiss. She softens, drawn in by its heat. “You got that?” he murmurs against her lips.
She nods quickly, moaning. “You said you’d be gentle.”
“I am being gentle,” he replies huskily, his warm breath brushing her cheek.
“Then be gentler,” she scolds.
“Okay,” he groans throatily.
Max is officially more than a decade her senior.
Though she turned twenty-six in July, she often feels younger than her peers, her innocence shaped by a sheltered, tightly controlled upbringing.
Just as she’d finally broken free from her grandmother’s suffocating grip, a man nearing forty stormed into her world, obliterating all the progress she’d made.
She’s only been with one man before, while he, with his obvious experience, must have been with countless women. It hardly feels fair.
Yet beneath the resentment, the thought of being with someone like him makes everything feel more intimate, more electric. He’s older, undeniably handsome, successful… And intoxicatingly dangerous.
The way he takes her makes her feel girlish and vulnerable, yet undeniably sexy and wanted.
Each deep thrust presses her to surrender more control of her body, and despite everything, she finds herself wanting to do exactly that.
He ignites her in ways she’s never known, clouding her better judgment.
“You’re a bad man,” she murmurs. Everything feels confusing, tangled, and overwhelming where Max is concerned.
“I’m sorry,” he grunts.
She glances down at where they’re joined, watching his veiny, naked shaft slide in and out of her pussy, slicked with a reddish mixture of their fluids.
“You don’t mean it,” she mutters bitterly.
He gently shushes her, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “All experiments have trial and error,” he says, his face flushed with exertion. “I’ll try a different method next time.”
She’s so tight, so wet, and scorching-hot around him it feels like heaven.
He knows he’s addicted to the woman beneath him.
Every waking moment is consumed by the desire to relive this bliss again and again.
Though they’re only halfway through their arrangement, he already fears that one month with her won’t be enough.
“We can try again tonight. Doggy style… or with you on top. I’ll let you take control.”
“That’s not what I meant, you perv.”
“It’s okay, baby. No more name-calling,” he whispers in her ear.
Her breasts, spilling from her bikini top, bounce hypnotically in rhythm with his thrusts.
He wants more than anything in that moment to come deep inside her.
“It’s a safe day,” he breathes, trailing kisses up and down her neck. “Let me come inside.”
“But… there’s always a possibility…” she begins to protest, struggling to stay focused as the impending climax builds rapidly.
“Come on, sweetie. It’ll be fine. Trust me.”
She looks up at him, drinking in the warm flush of his cheeks and the smoldering intensity burning in his dark eyes.
“Okay,” she says softly, wrapping her arms around his neck to draw him closer.
“Fuck. You’re so sexy,” he murmurs against her temple. The heady scent of her shampoo overwhelms him. A familiar tingle coils low in his body, racing him toward an explosive finish. “Here you go, baby. Fuck. I’m coming. This is all for you, Lila.”
His muscles contract above her as he buries himself deep inside, painting the back of her tunnel with thick ropes of his seed. She locks her legs around his waist, his pulsing member triggering her own climax.
“God… fuck. So good. So amazing,” he sighs from directly above her, the warmth of his breath brushing her skin.
She feels him still pulsing inside her, the added wetness of his release heightening the sensation.
Her heart thuds rapidly against her rib cage, each pulse hammering in her ears as she struggles to draw a steady breath.
The lust-filled haze that had clouded her mind begins to fade, leaving her chest still heaving and her body trembling. The warmth inside her, once intoxicating, now feels heavy, almost invasive.
He rolls onto his back beside her, his contentment contrasting sharply with her inner turmoil. The gentle murmur of water flowing in the pool envelops her ears, a calming counterpoint to the storm of thoughts racing through her mind.
“You’ve been acting different,” he says, breaking the silence that has settled between them.
“Different how?” she asks, turning slowly to face him, her expression guarded yet curious.
“I think you know,” he replies, his tone dark and clipped.
“Maybe…” she begins tentatively, searching for a plausible excuse. “I’m just feeling a little off because it’s that time of the month…”
She shifts slightly, uncomfortable under his gaze. It feels as if he’s studying her, searching for any sign of deception. Beneath her calm, detached exterior, a bitter truth festers: she has been reminded to fear him.
“Hm…” He watches her closely, his gaze probing and unreadable.
The softness in him has vanished, replaced once again by that intimidating, cold stoicism.
A chill runs through her. Leaning in until his face is only inches from hers, he tilts her chin upward with quiet precision.
Desire and dread twist inside her, each breath catching in her throat. “Kiss me,” he orders.