Mrs. Maxwell is a very attractive woman. I’m sure Brother Maxwell did think she was something else, but I don’t have a fucking clue how to respond to what he just told me.
“She was seventeen when I took her virginity. And I bet you’re wondering where I’m going with this story.”
“A little, sir.”
“I am a pastor but I’m also human, which means I understand your urges. I’ve been there. But that also means I know what you want to do with my daughter.”
Fuck. I’ve never been confronted by anyone’s dad about having sex with his daughter. I feel like he thinks we’re still seventeen.
“Am I wrong, son?”
He’s straight up asking me if I want to fuck his daughter. If I say I don’t, we’ll both know I’m lying. “You aren’t wrong.”
“If you’re going to be the man in her life, be an amazing man. Be the strong one who puts her needs above your own.”
What if her needs include choking her? I doubt you’d go along with that, Brother Maxwell.
“Adelyn’s been taught the ways of a godly wife.”
Whoa. No one has been talking about marriage. “I’ve only known Adelyn a couple of months. We’ve not discussed marriage.”
“But lying with her is on your mind. You’ve admitted that much.”
Fuck me. I want to do so much more than lie with your daughter, Brother Maxwell.
“Adelyn knows the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church. As the church submits to Christ, a wife should submit to her husband in everything. A husband should love his wife, just as Christ loved the church.” He points toward the kitchen. “That precious girl would make you a good wife should things progress to that point. But if that’s not what you want, please don’t ruin her for the man who will one day want her as his wife. So I’m a father asking you to carefully consider what it is you want from Adelyn. And I’m asking you to not break my little girl’s heart.”
I’ve never had a father tell me his daughter would make a good wife for me.
I’ve never had a father ask me to carefully consider what I want from his daughter.
I’ve never had a father ask me to not ruin her. Or break her heart.
It’s unnerving. And thought-provoking. “Adelyn is a very special woman. I do not take our relationship lightly. I’ve already given it much thought, and you have my word I will continue to do so.”
“Thank you, Oliver. I appreciate that.”
I devour my strawberry shortcake in record time so I can vacate the fucking premises. I need to get out of here. Too many feelings are swirling around in my head at the same time. “Dinner and dessert were great, as always.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
I push away from the table. “Need help cleaning up?”
“Adelyn cooked. I’ll clean.” Mrs. Maxwell gives us the free-to-go nod. “I’ve got this.”
“It was good meeting you.”
“And you as well, Oliver.”
Brother Maxwell shakes my hand. “It was nice meeting you. I’m glad we were able to have a private word.”
I look at Adelyn. “Walk me out?”
“Sure.”
We’re halfway to the backdoor when she starts questioning me. “Why are you leaving so suddenly? Is something wrong?”
“We’ll talk outside.”
We sit side by side on her patio sofa and she reaches for my hand, lacing her fingers through mine. “I think my parents like you. I’m happy about that.”
“I like them too. Your folks are nice.”
Mrs. Maxwell was very warm, and Adelyn’s dad wasn’t nearly as rigid as I imagined. I mean, for fuck’s sake, he told me he took his wife’s virginity when she was seventeen, before they were married.
“I wish you wouldn’t go. My parents were enjoying getting to know you. And I was enjoying watching them get to know you. I’ve never had that kind of experience before.”
“They’re only here for a few days. You should spend quality time with them.”
“I’m still spending quality time with them when you’re around. That much doesn’t change.”
“I know but you should have one on one. Or one on two. You know what I mean.”
“Can I have a goodnight kiss before you go?”
I look toward the French doors to make sure Brother Maxwell isn’t standing there watching us like a hawk. “They’re not looking out the window at us if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“I’m not so sure after the conversation your dad and I just had.”
“You’re being silly.”
Her hands go for my zipper just like they did in the pantry. “What are you doing?”
“If you don’t know what I’m doing then I didn’t do it well enough earlier.”
I have this vision of Brother Maxwell opening the door and catching us in the act. “Your parents—”
She interrupts, “Aren’t paying us any attention. I’m twenty-seven years old. They don’t spy on me like I’m a teenager with her boyfriend.”
She lowers the pull tab of my zipper. “I’m going to suck your cock dry.”
Whoa. Fuck.
She pulls my dick out of my pants and grasps her hand around it, stroking up and down. “You have a perfect dick. Perfect length. Perfect girth. It fits inside me the way a cock should fit. Other men dream of being hung like this.”
I should make her stop but what she’s doing feels so fucking good. So much better than what I’d be doing to myself at home later tonight. I don’t think I have the strength to tell her she needs to stop.
“You like the way my hand feels jerking you off?”
Is she kidding me? “Fuck yes.”
“Do you like my hand or mouth better?”
That is a tough choice. “I like both.”
“Okay.” She crawls over and straddles me.
“Whoa, Max. Your parents could come out and see us.”
I look at the window and see them both in the kitchen. Literally, all they have to do is open the patio door to get a peep show of their daughter on top of me.
“We can see them because they’re on the inside with lights. We’re outside in the dark. If you’ll think about it, you’ll know they can’t possibly see us.” Doesn’t feel that way. I feel exposed for them to discover at any moment.
Adelyn bobs, riding me as she glides her hand up and down my cock. “I am so horny. Please put your hand in my panties and make me come.”
I shut off my thoughts about the conversation with Adelyn’s father and slide my fingers up the leg of her shorts until I find her panties. But I don’t go straight for the clit. I stroke her pussy lips through her wet panties first.
“That feels good.”
“You’re already drenching wet.”
“Because of you. I want you inside me so badly I can’t stand it.”
I push two fingers inside her and turn my hand so I’m able to stroke that ridged dome in the arch of her pelvis. “Feel good?”
Her hips are moving in counteraction with my hand. “More toward the front.”
Clits are good for one thing. Clitoral orgasms. But the G spot? That’s where you build the big O.
Yeah. There’s a huge difference. Or so I’m told.
I move my fingers in and out of her quickly, applying upward pressure. “Am I hitting it now?”
I’ve learned the female anatomy varies a little from one woman to the next. What feels good to one may do nothing for someone else. The only way to know is to ask.
“That feels amazing. Don’t stop.”
Sounds like I’m right where I need to be.
Adelyn rides my hand while I thrust my hips into her fist. Not like being inside the real thing but it’s definitely getting the job done. “Max… I’m about to come.” I do not need to shoot cum on her clothes.
“How close?”
“Real close.”
“Got it covered.” She rises on her knees and moves my cock to th
e space between her legs so it’s aimed at the ground instead of her shorts. “All good whenever you’re ready.”
She grasps my cock harder and moves it up and down my length faster. Until I spasm and explode.
I wrap my free arm around the back of her neck and pull her down so her forehead is pressed to mine. “So… fucking… good.”
She releases my dick and wraps both arms around my shoulders. Her turn now.
She’s still on her knees so I change my angle. “Still feels good like this?”
“Mmm… hmm. Almost there.”
I finger fuck her faster, focusing all the pressure and my attention on that ridged nodule. She buries her face against my shoulder and grasps the neck of my shirt, pulling it so hard I hear threads pop. “Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Her hold on me tightens as her vagina grips my fingers with its contractions. Fuck, she’s wet. Soaking. And getting wetter with each spasm. “That’s it. I want my good girl to come hard for me.”
Her body twitches several times before she plunges completely toneless over me. “Damn, I don’t think I even realized how badly I needed that.”
I kiss the side of her face. “Good, eh?”
“Spectacular. You give me the best orgasms ever.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
I squirm beneath her and reach down to shift my parts. “Baby, you’re crushing my nuts.”
“Oh, sorry.” She lifts her leg and swings it around so she can sit beside me.
“You didn’t have to move off me.” I like being close with Adelyn. And being face-to-face.
She leans into me and pushes her shoulder against mine. “Straddling your cock like that had me considering things I shouldn’t, so this is a much safer position.”
“What kind of things?”
She buries her face against my arm. “I’m not saying.”
“Because you’re afraid it would scare me?” I feel prepared for anything she could ask of me.
She shakes her head against my arm. “No. Because it scares me.”
Must be something else if it’s enough to frighten this woman. “Tell me. I want to know.”
“I was warring with myself about taking off my panties and shorts and sinking down on your dick until you were balls deep inside me. No protection. That’s how much you make me want you. I lose my mind with lust. And it’s scary as hell.”
Fuck. She’s going to make me hard again saying shit like that.
I’ve never been inside a woman without a condom. Not even with Eden. Looking back on my relationship with my almost-fiancée, consistent condom use was a good idea, considering she was fucking around on me.
“I know. Dumb. Don’t listen to me.”
I asked her to tell me and she did. I can’t let her be embarrassed about this. Especially since I was thinking the same thing too.
I wish I could see her face. Her eyes. But it’s too dark.
I put my hand to her face and my thumb rests against the carotid in her neck. It’s pounding so hard. Thumping so fast against my finger. “I had the same thought, Max. Except it went a little more like ‘Man, I wish she’d let me pull her panties down and put my cock inside her right now. But I’ll take her hand if it’s all I can get.’”
“And I’ll take your hand as well if it’s all I can get.”
I place a quick kiss to her lips before wrapping my arm around her and pulling her close. “Thank you for having me over for dinner. It was nice to meet your parents. I have to say that dessert was exceptional.”
“I know Daddy cornered you. I hope it wasn’t too bad.”
I don’t have many experiences I can compare to my meeting with Brother Maxwell. I’ve never been that guy a girl takes home. I don’t have a lot of experience in the girlfriend’s father department.
Girlfriend.
“He’s your father and he loves you. He just wanted to make sure I had honorable intentions where you are concerned.”
She nudges me with her shoulder again. “Well, I hope like hell you don’t have honorable intentions. I’m optimistic your intentions are completely crude and ungentlemanly.”
“I shot my cum into your mouth and you swallowed it. I don’t think it gets much cruder than that.”
I bet Brother Maxwell would shit and die if he knew we did that right underneath his nose.
“Yeah. That was pretty lewd.”
“I loved every second.” Watching her swallow my semen was literally one of the biggest turn-ons I’ve ever experienced. Not all girls do that.
“I guess I won’t see you until Sunday.”
This time I nudge her. “I’m hoping you don’t mean so we can go to church together like we promised.”
“No. We’re going to the bedroom instead.”
And I’m going to worship her body. “Which bedroom? Yours or mine?”
“I was thinking yours since you’re more comfortable there. Unless Drunk Lacey plans to come back.”
This is the first time she’s brought up my unexpected visitor. “I fixed Lacey. She won’t be coming back around anymore.”
“Good. Because it made me jealous having another woman around. Especially when I know you’ve fucked her.”
Possessive lovers are sexy as fuck, and Max is about as sexy as they come. She doesn’t want me hard for anyone but her. And knowing that—hearing her profess her jealousy—makes me want her more than ever.
Infidelity can fuck so hard with your head. Eden’s betrayal made me question everything about my manhood. That’s not an easy thing to admit, even to myself. I think it’s why I’ve spent the last three years bed-hopping. Proving my virility.
Going through all that pussy only managed to prove one thing: I didn’t need woman after woman. I just need the right woman. Because not a single one of them—women whom I can barely even recall now—made me feel like more of a man than Adelyn does.
This beautiful girl wants me. Only. Me. And, God, do I ever welcome that.
“You’re the only one I want to fuck. And I fear that desire is going to become a huge problem really soon if I don’t get up and go home right now.”
She’s already told me she’s considering pulling down her panties and letting me have it bare. As much as I like that idea, it’s a bad one. We both know this.
I lean over and kiss her lips. “Sunday night, baby. Be ready.”
She grins like an imp. “See you then.”
14
Adelyn Maxwell
Lawrence texts me when she and Oliver are approaching the gallery.
Showtime.
Cueing the band to my announcement, they end their song. I cross the stage and go to the mic on the stand. “Can I have everyone’s attention, please? I’m Adelyn, the event coordinator for this party.”
There are a few whistles and catcalls from the audience.
“Thank you. Our guest of honor is about to enter the building. Can I get everyone to gather in the center of the dance floor?”
It’s a huge crowd and it’s taking longer than I’d like for everyone to shift into place.
“That’s it. Everyone on the dance floor.”
Lawry invited all of their Birmingham friends, hometown friends and family, and their most important business associates. Three hundred on the guest list. Definitely one of the bigger birthday bashes I’ve planned.
“Okay, everybody. When Oliver and Lawrence make their way around the bar, I will tap the microphone three times to cue the band to stop playing and for you to yell surprise. Until then, as you were.”
Lawrence: Coming in now.
Lawrence has made this party preparation so easy. She mostly left all the decisions up to me, which actually made things much simpler. And it doesn’t hurt that she’s notified me of their every move since they got in the car to come this way.
I’m in my hiding place, peeking around the maroon velvet curtain when Oliver, Lawrence, and Lucas come around the bar toward the performance stage.
Damn. Olive
r is so hot.
And all mine later tonight.
He’s wearing dark-washed jeans—typical Oliver—but his usual T-shirt has been traded for a black button-down. The sleeves are rolled to his upper forearms, showing off the tattoos on his lower arm. And he’s had a haircut since the last time I saw him. It’s closely buzzed around the bottom. I can’t wait to see if it’s as prickly as it looks.
I see recognition on his face. He’s made contact with someone he knows. It’s now or the surprise is blown.
I tap the mic three times. “Surprise!”
He stops dead in his tracks, looks around at the crowd, and then his sister. He says something to her, but I can’t make out what it is. However, I am able to read his lips when he says “fuck.” That’s my boy’s favorite word.
When the band finishes a single acoustic chord of “Happy Birthday” they flow into the next song and the congested crowd surrounds Oliver. I don’t want to interrupt so I make my rounds, ensuring every detail is as it should be. I want this to be perfect for Oliver. The perfect start to the perfect night I have planned after this party.
My phone buzzes.
Oliver: I know you’re here somewhere.
Adelyn: In the back ensuring everything runs smoothly.
Oliver: Come see me when you can. I want to introduce you to people.
With the room full of friends, family members, and business associates, I was a little worried he would get busy or get caught up with his friends and forget about me. But he hasn’t. And that makes me grin like a big fool.
Adelyn: K. Give me 20.
I find a few problems in the kitchen but nothing I can’t handle. This is what I do. I always find a way to make the car go even when it’s rolling on four flats.
But delegation? I could stand to work on that a bit. And I think I’ll start now. “Michelle, I’m going to step away for a bit. Think you can take over for a while?”
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