I step closer to her. "Your driving skills have improved. It wasn't the side of the house this time."
"I figured you'd be impressed."
"I figured you'd have more princessly things to do than stalk me like this," I say, my eyes on hers. "Flying all the way across the ocean and driving through Kentucky to show up at my front door is pretty desperate, don't you think?"
Her mouth pulls up at the corners. "Some guy broke into my bedroom and left a bunch of papers strewn everywhere that I didn't feel like cleaning up, so I thought I'd track down the litterer myself."
I raise my eyebrows, watching as her tongue moves slowly over that lower lip – the lower lip that I want to take between my teeth. "You're very dedicated to cleanliness."
"Well, to be honest, I also came for the sex." I can't take my eyes off of her lips at the way she breathes the word "sex".
"You came for the sex?" I repeat.
"That's right," she says, leaning close to whisper. "This guy promised to pop my anal cherry and then never really followed through."
Holy shit. I choke on my laughter. "Those etiquette lessons your parents had you take when you were a child really paid off," I joke, sliding my arms around her lower back and pulling her against me.
Where she belongs.
My cock responds immediately to the sensation of her body against mine and I pull her tighter against me. "Does this mean you're going to finally admit you're head over heels for me?"
"Head over heels, heels over head," she says. "One of those things."
"I want to hear you say it."
She sighs, filled with mock exasperation. "Again with the daddy thing??"
My hand goes to her ass and I squeeze it hard. "Say it."
"Fine." She pauses. "Max Donnelley, I 'L word' you."
I bring my mouth down to hers. She melts against me without any resistance or hesitation. The kiss is gentle, filled with hope and joy and relief that she's here with me. When I pull away, I can't suppress the wide grin that spreads across my face. "Fine. I 'L word' you too, Alexandra."
She sighs contentedly and looks up at me, her face radiant. "Now, what does it take to get a girl laid around here?"
"You showed up at my parents' house. I don't think getting laid is in your near future."
She holds up the car keys. "Want to make a run for it?"
I grab them from her hand. "Your driving privileges got revoked," I tell her. "Run for the car. I'll cover for us." I slap her on the ass and she squeals, running in her high heels. When I pull open the front door to my house, Felix and my parents stare at us. "We'll be back, I promise."
I hear my mother protest, but I close the door behind me, jumping into the car before they can try to convince us to stay, and we hightail it down the road.
50
Alexandra
"Renting an entire bed and breakfast was not keeping things quiet and flying under the radar," Max says, shaking his head.
"I have no intention of keeping quiet," I tell him, grinning. "Which is why I just told her we'd take all of the rooms in the bed and breakfast."
"You're lucky this place is even here, you know, otherwise I might have had to fuck you on the side of the road."
"I could live with that."
"South Hollow did not have a B&B when I was growing up, by the way. This is super fancy, you know. You'd better hope Mrs. Evans doesn't call the paparazzi, either. You're going to be the biggest thing to happen to South Hollow since the town was founded."
"She won't."
"How do you know?" Max asks. He sets my bag down on the floor in the master bedroom and turns to look at me.
"You should open that bag," I tell him as an aside. "I told Mrs. Evans that if she didn't let anyone know we were here, I'd do an interview with a national magazine and be photographed endorsing her fine establishment."
Max puts the bag on the bed and unzips the top before pulling out lingerie and sex toys. He holds up a bottle of lubricant. "Cherry flavored lube?"
I shrug. "Anal… cherry popping. Please tell me I don't have to spell out the joke for you."
"Clever. Well, I can see you only packed the essentials. Are there any actual clothes in here?"
I grin. "I was hoping to spend a lot of time out of my clothes, if it's all the same to you."
He lets out a low rumble under his breath. "Well, then get on with it and take them off," he orders.
I smile stupidly – something I can't seem to stop doing – and I do exactly that. I pull my shirt over my head and drop it to the floor. Then I slip out of my cargo pants. The bra and panties go next. Then I'm standing in front of him, completely bare and on display. "Well?"
"Well what?" he asks. "I'm enjoying the view."
"I can see that." I nod at the very obvious bulge in his pants. Heat rushes between my legs at the thought of touching him, tasting him, and taking him inside me again.
"Don't get ahead of yourself," he advises. "You still need to be punished for your little display at the nightclub."
My eyebrows go up. "Oh, I need to be punished? I do believe I was justified in pouring champagne on someone's chest after you broke my –" I stop short.
"Say it," he orders. "I broke your what?"
"My heart, okay? Who knew I had one?"
He steps close to me and puts his hands on my face, tilting me up so that my lips meet his and kissing me softly. "I promise that I'll never be careless with your heart again," he says, pausing for a moment. "If it helps, I've never felt worse in my life than that day. It ripped my heart up, too."
"Hearing about your misery does make me feel better, actually."
"I have something else that'll make you feel better," he says lasciviously.
"Oh? Whatever do you mean, sir?" I ask, my voice coquettish.
He answers by drawing his hand back and cracking me hard across my ass, simultaneously surprising me and making me wet. "God, I missed this ass," he growls. He sits down on the bed and pats his lap. "Now, bend over my lap so I can appreciate it again."
My pussy throbbing, I lay myself across his lap. His hardness presses against me, and the sensation of his cock underneath me only makes me wetter. Max brings his palm down on me, sending little vibrations through my pussy, making my breasts shake and my nipples harden just a little bit more with every blow. After each swat, he slides his fingers between my legs, first to touch my pussy lips and then my clit.
"Such a bad little girl, running off from your security that night," he whispers, thrusting his fingers all the way inside me. His fingertips press against the most sensitive place, sending shivers up my spine. "So wet and so swollen and so ready for me, aren't you? I can feel that you want to come on my fingers right now."
I whimper, my breath coming short. "Yes."
"But bad little girls don't get to come that easily, do they?" he asks, slipping his fingers from between my legs. "Do they, Alexandra?"
I take my lower lip between my teeth. "I'll be so, so good. I promise."
"You're not going to come for me, are you, sweetheart?" he asks. "Not even when you straddle my face and I put my tongue in your wet little cunt?"
My breath catches in my throat. "No," I whisper.
"I don't believe you, Alexandra," he says, his voice low. "Show me."
He helps me to my feet and I stand there watching as he strips off his clothing and kicks it to the side. I inhale sharply at the sight of him naked again.
That's a sight I could never get tired of.
Max wraps his hand around his huge, hard cock and grins, stroking himself. When I reach for him, he slaps my hand away. "Bad girls don't get to touch," he teases.
"What do they get to do?"
He lies across the bed, his hand stroking his length. Pre-cum drips steadily from the tip of his cock, and I swear I can taste it on my lips right now without even touching him. "They get up on the bed on their hands and knees," he orders.
I do what he tells me to do, crawling up his legs with
my hands and knees on either side of his body until my mouth is hovering right over his gorgeous dick. I can't help it; my mouth opens and I try to reach my tongue to him just to get a taste but he denies me.
"Bad girls keep crawling," he orders, but when I move higher, he tells me to stop. I hover above him with my pussy right over his cock. "Slide that pussy up my body."
"What?"
"You heard me. Lower your pussy onto my cock. Then pull your pussy across my body until I tell you to stop. I want you to leave a trail of wetness all over my skin. I want to feel you all over me."
Oh, my God.
I think I'm going to come just hearing him tell me he wants me all over him, but I swallow hard, doing what he tells me to do and concentrating on not coming. I lower myself onto the base of his shaft, his balls pressing against me. My hands on either side of him supporting my weight, I stay there for a moment too long, grinding my clit against his shaft.
"Don't you dare come, Alexandra," he warns.
I let out a disappointed groan, moving slowly up his shaft until I feel the head of his cock against my clit. My pussy clenches at the sensation as I imagine him inside me. I think about how easy it would be to just guide him inside and bring myself all the way down on his hard cock.
It would be so easy, and I'm so very wet.
But he knows what I'm thinking. "Not yet, sweetheart," he growls. "I told you it wouldn't be so fucking easy. Slide your pussy along my chest and sit on my face before I decide to tie you down and tease you all night long."
"That's a terrible threat," I mumble as I crawl up his body. He scoops his hands under my thighs and drags me along his chest before lifting me up so that I can straddle him.
"Now, sweetheart," he growls. "I've been craving this wet little pussy for far too long, and I'm going to eat until I'm satisfied. Do you understand?"
"Yes," I breathe. The word is barely out before he's gripping my ass cheeks, his hands spreading me. His finger presses against my asshole before my pussy even reaches his mouth. He brings me down hard on his face, and his mouth envelops me – warm, wet, and fucking irresistible.
Max doesn't make an attempt at going slow or easy on me. He devours me. His tongue is everywhere at once, and his finger pushes into my asshole as his tongue fucks my pussy. His moaning sounds get louder and louder as he eats me, but I can't seem to control myself either.
As I ride him, my hands go to my breasts, my fingers pinching my nipples, tweaking them until they're hard little peaks. I'm not supposed to come. I'm supposed to hold out until he tells me to come, until he gives me permission to let go. I'm supposed to hold out and come with him, his cock buried inside me as he fills me up with his warmth.
But I can't. There's no way I can possibly wait. I cry out, my hands going to his head, pulling at him frantically as I warn him. "I'm going to come," I tell him. "Please, please stop or I'm going to come!"
He pulls me away from his face. My pussy throbs frantically, begging for release, and I whimper at the absence of him inside me. "You're not going to come, Alexandra," he commands. "When you come, it's going to be because you're completely filled up by me."
I hear myself whine as he picks me up and sets me down beside him on the bed. He warns me, "No touching yourself."
He's so calm and restrained, yet I know he's just as turned on as I am. His rock hard cock is practically gushing pre-cum. I watch intently, taking deep breaths to try to back away from my orgasm as he gets up from the bed and goes to the bag. Reaching into it, he pulls out a vibrating dildo, a condom, and the lubricant. He rolls the condom onto his length, his eyes on mine as he coats it thoroughly in the lubricant.
"I want to fuck you slowly and gently and tenderly," he says, his hand going down his length. "After everything that's happened, I want to be inside your pussy. I want to come in that sweet, tight little cunt while I look into your eyes."
I exhale heavily, my hand automatically going to my breast as I watch him put more lubricant on his cock. I should want exactly that. Isn't that supposed to be what I want after telling someone I love him? Or, almost telling him that, rather.
Telling him I "L-word" him.
Except that's not what I want. I want him to bend me over and shove my face in the sheets and pull my hair and slap my ass and tell me that he's never letting me out of his sight again.
A slow grin spreads across his face. "That's not what you want."
"No," I breathe, my finger on my nipple, stroking it slowly.
"Good. That's what I thought."
When he reaches into the bag and takes out a pair of handcuffs, I have to clench my thighs together. "Turn around," he orders, and I do.
On my knees, I turn around and put my hands behind my back. Max slaps the cuffs around my wrists, and then I'm completely immobilized and entirely at his mercy. My heart races and my breath is short as he kneels behind me on the bed, one hand going right to my hair.
He speaks low in my ear. "You're all mine," he says. "Do you understand?"
"Yes," I whisper. "Totally yours."
His hand runs down my back, sending a shiver up my spine. "All of you is mine." He slides a pillow in front of me underneath my stomach, then pushes me down to the bed, hanging onto my hair for leverage. My cheek is pressed against the cool sheets and my ass is in the air, my hands secured behind my back.
I'm totally vulnerable.
I'm completely his for the taking.
"If I put my cock in this perfect little pussy, I'm never going to want to stop," he warns, his hand going over my ass cheek. "So I can't do that, not right now, not when I want to fuck that tight little virgin asshole."
I whimper as he teases my entrance with the dildo before sliding it into me. He strokes me with it, his hand on the base guiding it deeply inside – but only for a moment before he stops. That's a good thing, because I'm panting and my eyes are practically rolling back in my head. It's even worse when he turns the vibrator on, sending a low rumble through me that I can't exactly ignore.
"Do you trust me?" he asks, his hands spreading my ass cheeks.
"Always," I whisper. The lubricant is shockingly cold against my asshole, so much so that at first I flinch. Then he's pressing against me, pushing so slowly, taking his time by stopping to let me adjust to the sensation of him in me.
"Alexandra," he murmurs as he pushes deeper. The vibrator distracts me from a shock of pain, and then he's all the way inside my ass. "You are so fucking tight, I can't take it."
I whimper as he begins to move slowly, his hands on my hips for leverage, fucking me with slow, tiny strokes and asking me if I'm okay.
Am I okay?
I almost laugh at the question. I'm more than okay. I'm completely filled, my pussy squeezing the vibrator so hard that I think it's going to burst while Max fucks my ass. I'm bent over, completely under his control. He begins to fuck me harder and all of the pain gives way to pleasure.
Totally unbearable, overwhelming pleasure.
I'm moaning loudly and calling out his name, no longer having to worry about anyone hearing us. Max is saying dirty things over and over as he fucks me faster. "You like it like this, with me pounding your virgin asshole," he growls.
"Yes," I answer. Yes, over and over and over until I'm screaming it.
"I'm going to come inside you," he groans. "I'm going to fill this little ass up with my cum. Are you ready to come for me, Alexandra?"
When he slaps my ass hard, it sends me over the edge in a furious explosion. I scream his name as he thrusts inside me one final time, burying his cock in me up to the hilt. My orgasm is so intense, I think I'm crying as I come for what seems like forever.
I come and I come and I don't stop, even as he's pulling me up by the middle of the handcuffs, even as he's pulling out of me and asking if I'm okay.
Am I okay?
I laugh, my breath short and tears streaming down my cheeks.
"I'm okay," I say, laughing between gasps. "I'm okay, I'm okay."
&n
bsp; "I love you," he whispers.
"I love … your cock," I whisper back.
He slaps my ass hard. "Say it right."
"I love you, Max."
"It's about fucking time, Alexandra."
51
Epilogue
Max
ONE YEAR LATER
"Get your ass over here, little girl," I growl at my woman standing at the bottom of the staircase in the entry of our Protrovian countryside home.
Our home.
I'll never get tired of thinking of this place that way – even if it's less of a home and more an estate – just like I'll never get tired of thinking of her as my wife.
Alexandra is wearing that dress – the scandalous one, the one made of threads and sequins and nothing else. The one I completely destroyed that night after the club, that I tore off her body and left in pieces on the floor of her bedroom.
That night.
The thought makes my cock stir immediately.
Hell, the sight of her makes my cock stir every day. And now she's mine. She's been mine for a year now – and she doesn't know it yet, but I'm about to make her mine forever.
"I'm not a little girl, Max," she huffs, her hand going to her hip in mock annoyance.
"Woman," I correct.
"I like the way it sounds when you call me that," she says. Her lips curve up in a seductive little smile and I cross the floor between us, my hand going immediately to the small of her back and pulling her against me.
"My woman," I whisper. "Mine."
"I like the way that sounds, too," she says, giggling as I slide my hands over her ass and across to her abdomen and over her breasts. Hell, I just want my hands all over this girl all the time. "Stop! You're going to ruin this dress again! I had to have the designer remake this! Don't you know how much it cost??"
"An obscene amount of money," I say, leering at her.
"Maxwell Donnelley, don't you dare tear this dress off of me again!" she squeals, turning her back and running. I chase her into the bedroom where she collapses back onto the bed, laughing as I climb up beside her.
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