Chapter Eighteen #2
Maximo continued his fervent pace as he wrung everything from me then demanded more. My orgasm faded just to start building again before I even had a chance to catch my breath.
It was too much.
Too intense.
But as I fisted his hair, my hand abruptly switched from tugging him away to clutching him closer.
Because the overstimulated feeling faded, leaving need in its place.
“Maximo—” I started, my word turning to a sharp cry when he bit down on my clit and slammed his fingers in.
He lifted his head to look at me. “Who am I?”
“Daddy,” I corrected. “I need…”
His fingers pumped in and out, his thumb stroking my clit. “What do you need?”
“More,” I pleaded, mindless and restless and a million other lesses that I was too turned on to think of. “I need more. You.”
“You’re so fucking tight. I’ve got to get you ready to take me.”
“If I was any readier, I’d flood Vegas.”
“Christ. Jesus fucking Christ, you really are killing me.” Sliding his fingers free, he moved up my body to search my face.
If he was looking for doubt or reluctance, he wouldn’t find it. I wanted him. Badly. I’d never been more sure of anything in my entire life.
Maximo kneeled between my thighs, his spread legs pushing mine wider. He fisted his cock, lining up the head with my ready pussy.
I didn’t want there to be a barrier separating us, but I also didn’t want to be stupid.
“Have you been tested?” I blurted.
Maximo froze at my question. “I’d never risk your safety, Juliet. I’ve never been with anyone bare, and I haven’t been with anyone since I was last tested.”
“I’m on the pill,” I said, wanting to hug Ms. Vera for that. “And, you know, I haven’t… So I’m good, too.”
“Do you want me to use a condom anyway?”
I shook my head. “I want to feel everything .”
“Don’t say shit like that when I’m already working not to come.” He positioned himself again. With one last searching gaze, he lowered his eyes to raptly watch as he slowly pressed in.
Inch by long, thick inch.
Even as prepared as I was, it stung as he stretched me. I was so full, I thought I’d burst. I hissed out a breath at the unfamiliar intrusion.
But I wanted more. All of it. All of him.
I lifted my hips, pushing him in farther and crying out.
“I should warm your ass for that.” His muscles were tense, his breathing short and harsh. “But that would involve pulling out of heaven, so it’ll have to wait.” Holding my hips, he thrust in and planted himself fully.
He stayed like that for long moments that felt like long hours. My body adjusted as best as it could considering his size, and the restless neediness returned times a million.
I rocked my hips, but he squeezed them, pinning me to the bed so I couldn’t move.
“You gotta give me a second,” he said gruffly, his expression pained as he closed his eyes. “Told you it’s been a while, and your perfect pussy is squeezing me like a damn vise, I don’t wanna come in less than two pumps.”
“How long of a while?” I asked before wishing I could choke on the stupid question.
Or, depending on his answer, choke Maximo.
Opening his lids, he stared down at me. The look in his brooding, blazing eyes twisted deep inside me, imbedding in my soul until I knew I’d never forget it for the rest of my life. I could be on my deathbed at the old age of a hundred, and I’d still remember the way he was looking at me.
“A year, little dove.”
A year?
Holy shit, a year is a long time.
It’s also exactly how long I’ve been here.
That can’t be a coincidence.
My brows shot up, but before I could form a response, he finally moved. Slow, long strokes, pulling his length out before sliding back in.
Panic hit me as I realized I had no clue what to do. Did I move? What was I supposed to do with my hands? Was he expecting me to bend, twist, and throw my legs over my head like a Cirque du Soleil performer? Was he bored or disappointed?
My freak out—and all other thoughts—flew from my head as his pace increased. Raw desire filled his expression as he watched me take him, his hold on my hips digging in.
This is all he wants.
Just me.
Lowering himself, Maximo put one of his forearms flat to the bed near my head. His other kept hold of my hip as he slammed into me. His body brushed mine with each thrust, his cock pounding so hard, I would’ve been propelled up the bed had he not held me in place.
He surrounded me. Touched every inch of me. Overwhelmed me, but in the best possible way.
All I saw was Maximo.
All I felt was Maximo.
All I needed right then was Maximo.
There was no chasing the edge. I was launched off it, plunging into pure bliss that zipped through my veins like molten lava and a charged electrical current.
I forced my lids open to find Maximo’s intense eyes on me. They were wild. Unhinged. Filled with so much desire, I couldn’t believe it was aimed at me.
Lowering his head near my ear, his breathing was harsh as his pace slowed but his force increased. With a few more brutal thrusts, he came with a groan.
That rough, unbelievably sexy groan imbedded itself in my memory, too.
Breathless and exhausted, my thoughts were fleeting, bouncing from everything to nothing. At the feel of Maximo’s cock slipping free, I was able to grab a thought.
I want to do it again.
He got up and padded to the bathroom. Giving a languid stretch, I stood and began gathering my clothes.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
I jumped at the anger in his quiet yet somehow booming voice. “Uh, going to my room?”
“This is your room now.” He glared. “Now get your ass back in bed because you’re going to be sore enough without me making it red.”
I couldn’t argue with that.
I also didn’t want to.
When we climbed back into bed, I belatedly noticed the damp cloth Maximo held. When he tried to wipe between my legs, I reached to do it myself, but his glare intensified.
“I take care of you, dove. You know the rules. Spread your legs for Daddy.”
I’d already come so hard, I wasn’t sure my body could take anymore, but a surge of arousal shot through me anyway. I did as ordered and was rewarded by his wicked smile. When he finished, he sat back. “What do you need from your room?”
“I can grab it.” When his only response was the look , I said, “My toothbrush and face wash.”
Once we finished our nighttime stuff, we climbed back into bed. My back had barely hit the mattress when he rolled me on my side and wrapped his body around mine.
I felt warm and safe and content—three things I didn’t have a wealth of experience with.
“Juliet.”
At the tone of voice, my tired eyes snapped open and I went alert. “Hmm?”
“You’re in here every night. Your clothes and all your things will be moved.”
“I have a lot of stuff,” I pointed out as if he wasn’t the one who’d bought it all.
“I have a shit-ton of room.”
I hoped my voice was nonchalant and cool, and not the excited giddy squeal I felt like giving. “Okay.”
“And if you ever try to leave after sex, I’ll take that to mean I haven’t fucked you hard enough. I’ll make sure to rectify that until you can’t even think about standing. That, or I’ll tie you to the bed.”
Either sounds good to me.
I didn’t share that.
“Okay,” I repeated.
Like the night before, his hand moved to my throat and the other cupped my tender pussy. The hold was hot and oddly comforting. “You’re not a whore who leaves right after. And your pussy isn’t the only thing I want or the only thing I like.”
“You don’t even know me,” I pointed out through a yawn.
“I know more than you think.” He nipped my neck. “I may know you better than you know yourself.”
My eyes got heavy, and I hovered between consciousness and sleep.
“Thank you for giving me you,” he whispered.
“Thank you for wanting me,” I whispered back.
And then I was out.
Maximo
‘Thank you for wanting me.’
Fuck me, her sweet voice whispering those words ricocheted around my brain like a bullet in my skull.
Except her words did more damage.
My broken girl.
She’d thought I didn’t want her. That I’d changed my mind, which would also mean I’d lost my damn mind.
I’d taken her to the fight with no warning or explanations so she wouldn’t have time to form walls, expectations, or justifications.
I needed it to be crystal fucking clear who she was agreeing to be with.
Who she was giving herself to. I was a ruthless asshole who didn’t hesitate to do what was needed—or what I wanted.
And that included pulling strings to manipulate Juliet without her realizing.
My obsession had been growing for a year—a year I shouldn’t have been looking at her much less thinking the things I had. A year I’d spent planning and plotting, each action and response meticulous.
A year I’d spent waiting for her.
With her body pressed to mine, her pussy in my hand and her heart beating under my other palm, I knew two things down to my bones.
It’d been worth every second.
And I was never letting her go.