Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Maximus watched me, his mouth on me, driving me even higher until I could hardly take it anymore. He jerked away, his chin and mouth shiny, and smiled up at me with devilish pride.
He stood and kissed me on the way up, leaving my taste on my lips. After a brief mental pep talk, I grabbed his jeans button, then peered up at him for permission.
He laughed sardonically. “You don’t have to ask. Trust me. Whatever you have in mind, I want it too.”
I laughed. “Really? Maybe my mind is a strange place. I’ve read many of Isa’s books.”
“I’m one hundred percent sure, Sara.”
I smiled as I popped open the button, then pulled his fly down. I’d seen Maximus naked before, but this felt different because I’d never touched him. Today, I wanted to feel him, to give him pleasure. I had absolutely no clue what I was going to do, but I hoped my lust would lead me in the right direction. I tugged down Maximus’s jeans and boxers until his cock sprang free. It was already rock hard without a single touch from me. My eyebrows rose.
“Licking you turns me on like crazy, Sara.”
I curled my fingers around his erection, mesmerized by the heat he radiated. His shaft felt silky and smooth. I mapped every inch of him with my fingertips, exploring the vein that ran up from his base to the head, then traced his head slowly. Maximus’s breathing deepened, his chest heaving. I locked gazes with him; my head tilted up while his was bent down. I loved how much taller he was than me, how solid and strong he felt. I’d even grown to appreciate the tattoos that adorned so much of his body. Maximus wasn’t a pretty man, not like those posh boy-men I saw in college. He was a rough diamond—manly attractiveness with hard edges.
I licked my lips. Maximus’s eyes slid down to my mouth, and he let out a low growl before he cupped my neck and claimed my lips for a kiss. My fingers around his cock tightened at the possessiveness the kiss exuded. I began to stroke him slowly as our kiss intensified, allowing myself to be guided by Maximus’s ragged breathing and the way his kisses grew in wildness when I touched the right spot. I loved it. I loved seeing Maximus enjoy himself. “What do you like?” I whispered between kisses.
“Rub me harder and touch my balls. But you can’t do anything wrong. Whatever feels right to you is good.” But his eyes slanted to my lips once more, and I wondered if perhaps that’s what he wanted. I was definitely curious. I paused, then began to sink to my knees. Maximus gripped my arms. “You sure?”
“No, but I want to try,” I said honestly because I had a feeling Maximus wouldn’t be mad if I told the truth.
He nodded. “Let me grab my shirt.”
I was confused. Would he put on a shirt? I was really not happy with that concept. Maximus laughed when he saw my face. I flushed but held his gaze.
He tossed the shirt on the ground in front of his feet. “I don’t want you to kneel in the dirt.”
I bit my lip, amused. “I don’t mind getting dirty.”
“There are other ways to get you dirty,” he growled, and the meaning I took from his words made my head burn. I got down to my knees, my hand wrapping around his base. His head was big, just like the rest of him. I darted my tongue out and swirled it around his head, smacking my lips together at the light saltiness I encountered. I cupped my lips around him and began to suck lightly.
Maximus grabbed my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. His gaze was on me as I experimented sucking and licking him. Eventually, I took more of him into my mouth, inch by inch until I gagged. He was too long to get his entire cock into my mouth. He felt heavy on my tongue, but it felt strangely good.
“Fuck, this feels good,” he rumbled, and I could feel the vibrations on my tongue. I hummed in reply, which made his fingers tighten in my hair.
“As good as this feels, and it feels fucking good, I really want to be inside your pussy,” Maximus rasped, tugging at my hair until I met his gaze, his tip still in my mouth. I let it glide out and gave a small nod, feeling my own core tighten at the thought of being with Maximus like that. Our sex had been incredible, and I had a feeling it would only get better.
Maximus pulled me to my feet, then gripped me by the hips and lifted me off the ground. He carried me over to a tree stump and put me down on it. Now our height difference was minimal. Maximus stepped very close and lifted one of my legs, curling it over his hips to open me up. He reached down and grabbed his cock, rubbing the tip up and down between my folds, gathering my juices. I was still very wet, so his tip was quickly coated. I moaned every time Maximus dragged his tip over my clit, sending spikes of pleasure through my body. Finally, he lined himself up, his tip parting me slowly as he increased the pressure. My walls gave in for him, allowing him entrance. He filled me up completely, answering the deep need of my body, and it felt so good. He stilled when he was all the way in, and I shuddered at the intense sensations: fullness, stretching, a low hum of intense pleasure, and the hunger for more.