I giggle when he kicks the door open and drags me into the bedroom. He guides me across the room and gives me a soft shove onto the bed.
Before I know it, his muscled body is pushing down against mine. I wrap my arms around him as our lips find each other, both of us gasping and moaning in pleasure. I feel like I'm going to explode before he’s even touched me there.
And then his hand slides up my leg, his touch hot and possessive through my pants, getting closer and closer to my tingling core.
Chapter Twenty
Maxton
I’m still full of fire and primal urges from the scene at the cafeteria. I feel like a wild man who’s won his woman in battle, fought tooth and nail to earn his prize, and now I can finally claim her.
She’s wearing jeans and I can’t get them off fast enough.
I start by gliding my hand up her leg but fuck that.
I don’t want anything separating me from her.
Instead, I grab onto the button of her jeans and tear it loose, kissing her all the while, as she writhes and moans beneath me.
She giggles when I grab the waistband of her jeans and panties, and lean back on the bed, dragging them down to her ankles.
I stare at her pussy for a long moment, captivated by how wet she is, by the way, her cute-as-fuck pink hole glistens.
I tear her pants off and toss the bundle to the floor.
Standing, I stare down at her. “Get naked. Now.”
She whimpers at the possessive fury in my voice, and my obedient virgin does as she’s told. She tears at her clothes the same way I tear at mine, both of us starving to remove any barriers between us, needing to be as close as two people can physically get.
Soon I’m looming over the bed completely naked, cock so hard it points straight at her, like a proclamation of what I’m going to do to her. My woman sits on the bed, her breasts round and plump and so damn captivating. Her legs are open, showing me her needy clit. Her lips look swollen and excited.
“You’re so big,” she whimpers, staring wide-eyed up at me. “Max, what if I can’t…”
I lean down and grind my palm up her thigh, massaging her tit with the other. Her breasts are bountiful and her nipples are lusciously large, needy, and hard the more I play with them. She moans when my hand reaches her pussy.
She’s so. Damn. Wet.
She’s completely soaked, sticky pleasure coating my palm as I begin to rub. I grind the heel of my palm against her lips and her clit, slipping my middle finger into her heat at the same time, keeping my gaze on her face as I watch her reaction.
Her lips twist like she can hardly believe this is happening. Her eyes are wide, like prey, pinned in place, and that just makes me so much harder.
She starts to move with my hand as I rub her, driving my finger even deeper, her channel quivering. She tries to moan, but her voice cuts off as I slip another finger inside of her, widening her little slit, getting her ready for the helm of my engorged dick.
I smooth my other hand from her breast, around her back, cradling her neck as I begin to finger fuck her hard. She gasps and bucks, moving in time with me, whimpering and breathing hard as I apply more pressure.
The movement makes those juicy breasts jiggle, a dance just for me. I can’t look away. My eyes are pinned to them, on the way they bounce up and down, as her hole begins to grow wetter and wetter around my fingers.
“That’s it, you good girl,” I snarl. “Come all over my hand. You’re such a horny virgin.”
She cries out and collapses forward when the orgasm thunders through her. I can feel it in her pussy, the way her walls clench around my fingers.
Her hips jerk like she’s doesn’t want the pleasure to end, as though there’s a confident sassy nymph waiting to be unleashed inside my queen.
But only with me. Forever.
I bring my face to hers, feeling her panting breaths against my cheek, so warm, so right.
Faster and faster, I pound my fingers into her. Her pussy making wet noises, as though telling me how badly she needs this. My balls grow even heavier, my seed even more demanding when she bites down on my neck. She sinks her teeth in, her moans muffled, stinging pleasure coursing over my skin.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers once the orgasm subsides, her hips finally settling down. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t you dare apologize,” I growl, removing my fingers. “Just lie back and—”
“Wait.”
Fuck.
I’m not sure I can wait. I feel like the beast has finally been let out of the cage. Every instinct I possess is telling me to push her back on the back and drive my length inside her to the hilt. Precome leaks from my helm, my shaft buzzing with electric sensations, my head clouded to everything but her.