10. Maximus #2
He pauses for a second, looking a little unsure of what to say, before he lets out a long sigh. “I hate that she’s still afraid, but if staying at the Mansion helps with that, then I’m happy. Are you sure she’s not imposing on you? I don’t want her getting in your way.”
I have to bite the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from saying something I shouldn’t. She will never be in the way, not when I want her near me at all times.
“No, I barely know she’s there,” I say, hoping like hell he can’t hear the lie .
“Thank you,” Miles says wholeheartedly as he holds his hand out for me to shake. “I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me…and Courtney.”
I shake his hand, a pang of regret hitting me, as I feel the smallest amount of guilt over being with Courtney. It’s not enough for me to stop, but I acknowledge that Miles might not be too happy when he finds out.
“You never have to thank me,” I tell him, whilst silently hoping he’ll forgive me when he learns the truth.
That’s when I know I’m in deeper than I thought, as I’m picturing a day when I have to tell Marcus and Miles that I’m with Courtney. I’m picturing a future with her, and as that thought settles into my mind, I feel a strange sense of peace at my decision.
I want to be with Courtney, and when the time comes, I’ll face the wrath of those who don’t approve of our relationship, but I won’t ever let her go. I’ll fight to keep her, as she’s mine now, and that won’t ever change.
As soon as I arrive home, and have checked with security to find out where I need to go, I speed walk towards Courtney’s wing of the house. She’s supposed to be in the library, but by the time I get to the first-floor corridor, I find her pacing in the hallway.
She’s walking away from me, but as soon as she turns and spots me, her gaze locks with mine and she freezes. For just a moment, we both stand there staring at each other, neither of us moving.
Courtney lets out a big sigh, and before I know it, she sets off running towards me. She launches herself at me, and I catch her just in time. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my arse as I lift her into the air.
Our lips crash together in a passionate embrace as I turn and press her back against the wall, using my body to pin her in. Not that I’d be able to go anywhere, as the grip she has on me with her arms and legs is brutal.
When she pulls away, her breath tickling my cheek as I kiss and suck along her neck, she whispers against my ear. “I was so scared something would happen to you.”
It’s a confession I didn’t expect to hear. It’s been a long time since anyone has worried about me, and it warms me in a way I didn’t expect.
“You didn’t have to worry, Court. I was safe,” I tell her, as I continue to press sweet kisses along her throat and shoulders.
“I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. I-I… I can’t lose you,” she whispers, her voice catching in her throat at her admission.
As my body and the wall are caging her in, holding her up, I move one of my hands and rest it on her cheek, soothing my thumb over her soft skin. The smile she gives me makes my heart stutter .
“You won’t lose me. I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me,” I tell her, meaning every word.
I don’t know when this became something more for me, or if it even matters.
What started out as an infatuation with Courtney has quickly become something important, and although we’re not quite in love yet, there’s the potential for this to be something amazing. I’m all in on this crazy rollercoaster.
“I want you, Daddy,” she tells me, right before she slams her lips against mine again.
I reach down and pull up the dress she’s wearing, as it’d already started bunching up around her waist, so I simply helped it along. I run my finger along the length of her panty-covered slit, feeling how wet she is for me.
“You’re so fucking wet, Little Lamb. Do you want Daddy’s cock?”
She nods, her eyes wide and pleading with me. “Yes, please, Daddy. I need you to fuck me like the dirty slut I am.”
My eyes roll at the sheer fucking turn on it is hearing those naughty words coming from her sweet lips, knowing I’m the one who tainted her innocence. I move my hand between us, shuffling her around a bit until I’m able to free my hard cock from the confines of my boxers.
It springs free, hard and ready as pre-cum pools on the angry, swollen tip. I try to move her knickers to one side, but I can’t seem to get them to stay where I want them.
Frustration gets the better of me, and without even thinking about it, I pull hard on the fabric, ripping the knickers apart, before throwing what’s left of them onto the floor.
Courtney lets out an indigent yelp, but before she can yell at me for ruining her knickers, I slam the length of my cock into her wet pussy. I don’t have the time or patience for foreplay, not when I can feel how ready for me she already is.
Courtney cries out from the sudden intrusion, but my length slides in with very little resistance, her warm, wet heat enveloping me until I bottom out. Once I’m all the way inside, I pause for a moment, giving her the chance to adjust to my size.
After a couple of seconds, the wince on her face softens, and she gently tries to rock against me, testing to see if pleasure has replaced the stinging yet. Her lips fall into a soft O as a moan slips out.
“Are you ready for me to fuck you hard and fast, Little Lamb?” I whisper against her ear, before pulling the lobe between my teeth.
“Yes, Daddy. I want you to break me.”
Fuck! That’s all I need to hear.
I begin thrusting into her slow and deep, getting faster with each stroke, loving the way she gasps each time I hit that sweet spot of hers. She claws at my back as I fuck into her, my pace increasing until it’s relentless.
The sound of our bodies connecting fills the room, alongside the whimpers and moans of pleasure that slip from her lips. We kiss as we grab at each other, desperate to get as close to each other as we can, to devour one another in every way possible .
As I edge closer to my orgasm, my thrusts become chaotic and uncoordinated, and I lose myself in the overwhelming sensation of her tight, wet cunt gripping my dick. My movements become frantic, as does my need to have her fall apart for me.
I reach between our bodies and find her swollen clit, rubbing my fingers against it far more roughly than is necessary. Courtney cries out, but I swallow her pleasure with my kiss.
As I pull back from her lips, I focus on the way her pupils are blown wide with lust as she looks at me like I’m a much better person than I actually am. She has this way of making me feel like I’m more, or at the very least, making me want to be better for her.
“Are you going to be a good whore and come on Daddy’s cock?”
My dirty words send a shiver down her spine as her pussy walls flutter around me, letting me know she’s near, even before she confirms it. “Yes, please, Daddy. Please, can I come for you?”
I nod against her shoulder, pressing a kiss against her neck as I say, “Come for me, slut.”
She cries out as her orgasm hits, and just like before, I bite down on her neck, marking her as mine as she shudders beneath me. Her cunt clamps down on my cock, pulsating around me as her release rips through her body, making her scream my name.
“Maximus.”
Although I love being called Daddy , hearing her fall apart with my name on her lips is a different feeling entirely. My orgasm hits just from hearing it, my dick pulsing as I fill her tight pussy with my cum.
I hold her against the wall, even though my legs are feeling a bit wobbly from the intensity of my orgasm. Both of us are panting, our chests rising and falling rapidly as we pull in much needed oxygen, whilst trying to slow down our racing hearts.
When the last of her orgasm fades away, Courtney seems to go boneless in my arms, and if it weren’t for the wall helping to prop her up, I’d be worried my shaky legs might not hold us upright.
“Such a good girl,” I mutter as I press a kiss over my bite mark, making her wince.
“Are you ever going to stop marking me?” she asks, but I can hear and see the smile on her face, letting me know it’s not something that truly bothers her.
“No. In fact, I’m going to mark you constantly, so everyone knows who you belong to.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “You may as well just tattoo me,” she states sarcastically.
“That’s not a bad idea,” I reply, ignoring her sarcasm, as it’s given me something to think about.
She slaps her hand playfully against my arm. “I was kidding.”
A wicked smirk crosses my lips. “You should know better than to kid around with me. All you’ve done is give me ideas. ”
She laughs as she kisses me, shaking her head like she doesn’t believe me. Like I’m not picturing my name tattooed on her innocent flesh.
We stay like that for a while, and when I’m sure she can hold up her own weight, I gently stand her back on her feet, keeping hold of her until I know she won’t collapse on me.
She looks up at me with her big blue eyes, a shy smile on her face as she rests her palm against my cheek. I lean into her warm touch. “Thank you. For everything you did for me today.”
I grab hold of her hand and lace our fingers together. “You don’t ever have to thank me. You’re safe now, and you can stay here as long as you like. You’re mine now, and no matter what, I’m never letting you go.”