I land a hard smack across her ass cheeks and she moans, shivering under my heavy arm. “You’ll get ten, and you’ll count them out with me,” I tell her calmly. I need to keep cool even though my cock is just about bursting through my trousers. “Count them the fuck down, Lola Grace, I’m serious.”
“One,” she purrs.
I give her another one without warning and she yelps, but melts under my touch. I rest my hand on the sore spot, waiting for her to count. She’s a good girl and does it. I think she’s getting annoyed now.
Three makes her raise her butt, begging for more.
Four makes her clench her ass, whimpering my name.
Five makes her grind her pussy against the desk.
Six makes her beg me to stop.
Seven makes her ass turn bright red.
Eight makes her go still.
Nine makes her try to get away.
And ten is going to make her cry.
“No more,” she begs as I poise my hand above her butt for the tenth time. “No fucking more, Max, please.”
“You don’t want more?” I taunt her. “Did my pretty little girl learn her lesson? Did you learn not to disobey me?”
“Yes,” she moans, arching her back. Her sore ass is practically in my face, the smell of her assaulting my senses. I need to bury myself inside her right fucking now. Every moment I’m not inside her hot pussy makes life more unbearable.
With a loud smack, I land one last blow on Lola Grace’s ass. She yelps, but her expression of pain soon turns into a groan of pleasure. She shivers on my lap, pushing herself closer to me, desperate for some sort of contact.
“Fuck me,” she says, writhing in my lap.
“No,” I say firmly. “I’m not going to do that. Not while I’m married to your mother.”
“Please!” She looks up at me, a look of desperation of her face that blackens her eyes. “Please Max, you have to, I can’t take this any longer. I need you inside me.”
I can feel my resolve weakening but I don’t do anything just yet. Instead, I run my fingers along her soon-to-be bruised skin and listen to the sounds of her moans. They’re like fucking music to my ears. She’s such a sweet little thing.
“Max, I’m begging you,” she says. “Begging you. Just fuck me. I need you, Max, I need you so badly. Just do it. We both know you want it. Please, I’m begging…”
“I don’t see you on your knees,” I manage to get out, my voice throaty and filled with the need to be inside her. “Good girls beg on their knees.”
She climbs off my lap on shaky legs and drops to her knees in front of me. She crawls towards me and my dick tightens in my pants, impossibly hard and throbbing with need. Jesus, this girl is going to be the end of me, and we both already know it.
“Beg,” I order her, and she bites her bottom lip.
“Max,” she gets out in that hoarse voice. “Max, I need you in my pussy.” She crawls closer, putting her head on my knees, and I stroke her hair softly, wondering how good she’ll feel when I finally bury myself inside her. “Max, please, will you fuck me? May I have more, please? I need to feel you…”
I take hold of her chin and gently tip it back, looking right into her eyes as I grin at her.
“Lean over the desk, hands crossed on your back.”
Her expression is almost starved as she gets up and gets into position. My own hands shake as I get up behind her, running my hands lazily along her skin. She’s so fucking beautiful like this, offering herself up to me. And I’m about to break every fucking promise I made to her mother when I slide my fingers between her legs and hook them in her panties.
Slowly, so slowly, I slide them off, revealing her cute little ass. I lift her dress above it as she sighs and begs, her name a constant whisper on my lips. I feel her ass, firm and soft at the same time, reddening from the hits my hand delivered. Poor little Lola Grace. She has no idea of the things I’m capable of.
I take my cock out with my free hand, while my other one holds Lola Grace’s hands in one place on the small of her back. She smells divine and I am barely holding back. But I make myself take it slow, because I need to savor this moment so fucking badly.
When I place the tip of my cock at her hot center, Lola Grace gasps and writhes under me. She’s desperate to call the shots, but I’ll never let her. We both love it too much when I’m the one bossing her around.
“I need you inside me,” she rasps. “Please, Max, no more fucking torture, just inside me, please.”
I don’t let her finish, pushing my cock balls deep inside her before she can get another word out. She shrieks, a sound so delicious from my ears my cock twitches inside her hot cunt.
“Jesus,” I breathe. “You feel so good. So fucking good, Lola Grace.”
“More,” she begs. “More, harder.”
I start pumping inside her and her hands tear away from mine, clawing at the desk beneath her. I hold her hips with one hand while the other goes to her hair, and I wrap it around my fist, pulling her head back until my mouth is at her ear.
“You gonna be a good girl?” I ask her, and she nods, whimpering. “You gonna do what I tell you? Fuck me like you were made for it, Lola Grace? Never give yourself to another fucking man?”
“Yes!” She’s clawing at the desk again. At this rate, she’ll ruin the pretty burgundy manicure she’s wearing. “Oh Max, fucking please. Give me more.”
I don’t hold back. I start fucking her with all I have. I get so lost in the moment I forget to care whether she’s enjoying it, but the moans of pure pleasure let me know she is. She’s writhing under my touch, and her hips lift off the table. My hand goes to the small of her back and I push her down mercilessly. She moans.
I know having her in this position makes my cock go so much deeper. She can probably feel me in places she hasn’t even reached herself. And I am so fucking close to losing it, feeling her pussy clench around my dick and milk it for every drop of release I’ve been building up for her.
I can’t think about the consequences. Can’t think about the fact I’m still legally bound to her mother. All I can think about is Lola Grace and the hot center between her legs that is giving me so much fucking pleasure right now, it might just make me burst.
She’s going crazy under me, bucking her hips and making me hold her steady with all my might. My name sounds so fucking hot on her lips; the way she moans it is making me lose control. I pound inside her pussy without abandon, needing her to feel how crazy she drives me.
“Max,” she says, the word one long moan. “I can’t take more, I’m going to cum.”
“Okay, kitten,” I groan in her ear. “Cum for me like a good little girl.”
She whimpers and stills for a second. Her pussy is incredibly tight around me, squeezing out every last drop of my resolve, and I feel myself getting ready to lose it. I want to hold back. I want to stop myself, but I realize I won’t be able to. My fist pulls on her hair, hard, and she lets out this sexy sound, and it’s the beginning of the end.
We cum together, her pussy milking me of every drop I’ve been building up for this very purpose. She grinds her hips against mine, and I feel her exploding, feel the waves of pleasure building inside her. It’s the most insane feeling I’ve ever had. We’re fucking stupid for doing this, and I’m probably going to hell, but I don’t give a fuck. All that matters in the world is my sweet, sweet little kitten.
I explode inside her, showering the inside of her pussy with my hot cum. She moans and writhes under me and it’s the best thing I’ve felt, ever. She was made for me, and when I’m balls deep inside her I finally realize there’s nothing else I want more in the world than Lola Grace.
I pull out of her with a shudder, my cum running down her thighs. She’s shaking so badly I’m worried she’ll just fall to the ground, so I gather her in my arms and carry her over to the couch in my office. I cradle her in my lap, pulling her tight little body close to mine and whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
I tell her she’s all mine. Tell her I need her, want her. Tell her how she makes me feel. And somewhere along the line, we both realize what I’ve wanted to tell her all along.
My fingertips run down the side of her face, caressing her cheeks. Her eyes are on mine, big and wide open, waiting for me to finally say it.
“I love you.” The words come out loud and clear, almost frightening in the cold night air.
She moves her mouth to mine, kissing me slowly, savoring my taste. “I love you, too,” she murmurs against my lips, and my hands tighten on her hipbones. I would do any-fucking-thing for this girl. I’ve already broken all the rules just to be with her like this.
“I need to tell you something,” she mutters against my lips, and my grip tightens. Worry etches itself into my forehead as I look at her. I have a feeling this is going to be bad, and I can’t fucking lose her, not now.
“What is it, kitten?” I ask her softly.
“Your marriage,” she says, swallowing hard. My thumb runs over her throat, and I press down lightly, making her gasp out loud. “It’s…”
“I know,” I say softly. “It doesn’t matter. We’ll get a divorce. I don’t care about anything anymore. I just need to be with you. Sweet Lola Grace…”
She shakes her head vehemently. “It doesn’t matter,” she says. “I think there was no marriage…. Nothing to begin with.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, my heart pounding.
And Lola Grace begins to tell me why she came to my office in the first place, while my heart freezes over then slowly thaws under her warm touch.
13
Lola Grace
After I finish telling Max what I heard from my mother, we both sit frozen on the couch. His fingers are slowly trailing across my skin as we come to terms with what we just found out.
“I saw her,” he says, deep in thought. “A little while ago, I saw her fucking another man.”
“What did he look like?” I manage to ask, my voice shaky and worried.
“Not very tall, bald. Kind of had a pot belly,” he replies, giving me a questioning look. “That him?”
I nod slowly, realizing he is talking about my first stepfather. So my mom was fucking him right under Max’s nose all along. I feel like I’m going to be sick at the thought of all these games played right under both our noses.
“He wasn’t really a public figure,” I admit. “I guess she wanted someone more influential, someone with more strings to pull and a better public image, to help her campaign.”
Max nods and we look at each other for a long time before he adds, “But that means… Our marriage never really existed, anyway. Unless she actually divorced this man.”
“I don’t think she did,” I say. “I think they are legally still married. Which means your marriage is annulled, and it means you’re not married to her.”
“So I didn’t…” he starts to say, running a hand through that thick dark hair. “I didn’t fuck my stepdaughter.”
“You didn’t,” I reply with a small smile. “You just fucked me.”
He looks up at me, his fingertips coming to rest against my lips. “I fucked the love of my life,” he murmurs, and I melt under his touch.
“There’s more,” I tell him. “She’s kicking me out of my apartment. And I have nowhere to stay. I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
“You’ll stay with me,” Max replies like it isn’t even a question, and I find myself smiling in response.
“You’re sure?” I ask him doubtfully. “I sometimes talk in my sleep. I’ve even been known to snore once in a while. And I like to sleep naked.”
His eyes have a wicked glint to them as he grins at me. “Fucking perfect, kitten.”
And then he puts my panties on for me, turns off the lights, and takes me home to the apartment where I fell in love with him the first night we slept together.
I wake up the way I always wanted to—with Max’s hands wrapped around my middle. There’s something soft at my feet, vibrating with every breath. It takes me a moment to realize it’s Max’s cat, and I smile at the thought.
I turn in the bed to face him, and he opens his eyes sleepily. I look into those dark brown pools and let myself get lost in them. I was exhausted when we finally arrived last night, and I barely managed to change into Max’s old PJs. He promised me he’d take care of some of my stuff today before my mom clears my apartment. I don’t have that much stuff I’m attached to, but I at least need my books for school.
“Good morning, kitten,” he greets me with a smile, and I snuggle closer to him. Things are finally starting to feel normal, and after the contract being signed, I feel a lot safer about what happened with Jack, Stacy and Brett. I don’t know whether I’ll ever be able to tell Max exactly what happened, though the pressure of admitting the truth is weighing on me heavily. I wish I were brave enough to just tell him.
“Good morning,” I murmur in response, cuddling close to him.
“Sleep well?” he asks me.
I nod as the ball of fur at our feet comes closer, purring loudly into my ear. The cat curls up next to my head and I laugh, stretching next to Max.
He sits on the edge of the bed with a sigh, rubbing his eyes. “I’m gonna go take care of your stuff,” he promises me. “And then I have to head to the office to wrap up something for an hour.”
“Okay,” I reply in a small voice. “Is it really okay if I stay here?”
He turns to face me and almost growls his reply. “It’s not even a fucking question, Lola Grace. From now on, you live with me—and the cat, of course.”
I smile in response and giggle as he pulls me towards the shower. Since we are running late already, there’s no time for the things I’d like to do, but I still manage to soap up Max’s body until his cock is slippery and hard as steel underneath my fingers. He groans as I play with him, finally pulling away when it almost gets to be too much.
“We’ll play later, kitten,” he promises me as we wipe ourselves clean. “I’ll let you do whatever you want, I promise you that much.”
We don’t have time to eat breakfast together, but Max shows me where everything is before leaving. He presses a soft kiss against my lips, but my heart still pounds when he leaves the room. I want him to stay desperately, but I don’t say a word about it. I just let him leave, until I’m left by myself—well, with the cat for company.
I get dressed in Max’s tracksuit and make myself some sunny-side-up eggs while the cat watches. I treat him with a piece of bacon and he purrs louder than ever. Pouring myself a glass of OJ, I settle at the kitchen table and try to forget about all the stuff I have yet to discuss with Max.
I dig into my breakfast, but I don’t get a single bite in as the doorbell rings. Putting my fork down, I give the cat a confused look. I have no idea who it could be, but I have a horrid feeling in the pit of my stomach telling me it’s my mother. But Max didn’t tell me not to answer the door, and this could be important.
I zip up Max’s hoodie as I head for the door. There’s no hole to peek through, so I just open the door. Surely, if the doorman let the mysterious visitor in, it has to be someone Max knows. My chest tightens as I open the front door wide open.
There’s a woman on the doorstep. She is not my mother—she is older, a bit more tired looking. She is beautiful, there is no doubt about that. But she looks exhausted, and she’s wearing a suit that’s seen better days.
“Hello,” I say tentatively. “Can I help you?”
She gives me a once-over that makes me feel timid and scared. “I heard you were already here,” she drawls, and I give her a confused look. “Move aside, girl. Let me come inside.”
I’m too stunned to reply, so I just step to the side and let her in. The cat nearly runs out of the door, so I lean down and pick him up before closing the front door.
I follow the strange woman into the living room, not sure who she is or what she wants. She seems like she’s been here before, like
she knows where she’s going.
“Are you a friend of Max’s?” I ask, petting the cat in my arms. She gives me a displeased look and motions for me to sit down on the couch. I follow her direction and join her on it, the cat hissing when she reaches over to pet him.
“I’m Judith Rivers,” she tells me. “I’m Maxwell’s mother.”
My chest tightens as I nod and blush deeply. “I’m…”
“No need to tell me,” she says, shaking her hand like the information I’m about to give her doesn’t even matter. “I know exactly who you are. You look like your mother.”
Displeased with her comment, I let the cat off my lap when he starts to scratch, and I focus back on Judith. “How can I help you?” I ask her in a strained voice.
“I came to talk to you,” she says simply. “I thought it was high time we finally had a conversation, now that you’ve gotten your claws into my son.”
I give her another confused look. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
“Come on, girl,” she laughs at me. The way she keeps calling me girl instead of using my real name is annoying me. As if I’m not worthy of an actual name. I don’t like it one bit.
“You’re sleeping with him, no?” she asks next, and I blush, looking at my hands in my lap. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” I finally reply, giving her a defiant look.
“I figured.” She runs a hand through her dark, chocolate brown hair and sighs. She reminds me somewhat of my mother—perhaps in a few years’ time. They have a similar tell-tale scar from surgery. But that’s not it. There’s also their attitude that is similar.
And I don’t like it one bit.
“You need to leave Max alone, girl,” she says, and rage boils in my body. “He doesn’t need a distraction right now.”
“I’m not a distraction,” I reply, standing up for myself. “We’re in love.”
The old witch laughs at me, and my hands tighten into fists. I hate this woman.
“I’m sure,” she says, wiping away at her eyes. “Just like he was in love with Quinn, hm?”
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