I reach under her arms and pull her up to her feet, then reach under her skirt and rip her panties from her body, and my mouth seals over hers. And Jesus, it’s like my body settles. Everything in me settles.
This woman is everything I ever wanted. Ever needed.
I gather her up in my arms, then walk over to the door and hit the switch to lower the blinds.
“That little show was just for me, siren. But I want to make sure nobody sees what I’m about to do to you.”
Her arms tighten around my shoulders, and her lips move to my neck and suck. “I need you, Max.”
I sit us down on the couch with her straddling my lap. “Am I forgiven?” My words are hoarse. The consequences of her answer scare me. And nothing fucking scares me.
“Max,” she mewls against my ear, then shoves her face back into my neck. Her small hands fist my shirt. “As if I had a choice. My heart is yours, Max. I’ve been yours. Even when I didn’t want to be. Even when you didn’t deserve me.”
My blood roars in my ears at her declaration. Mine. I wrap my fingers around her throat and take her mouth in mine. “I’ll never deserve you, Daphne. But I promise to never stop trying.” I tug her bottom lip between my teeth. “Everything, Daphne. Every fucking piece of me is yours.”
She leans her forehead against mine. “Just you, Max. I don’t need anything else, but I do need you.”
Her words are a soothing balm to my hardened soul.
“Now take me,” she demands as she grinds her soaked pussy against my cock that’s already hard again.
My hands slip to the globes of her ass as I drag her up my body.
Daphne places the head of my cock at her entrance, then sinks down slowly. “Ohmygod.” She sets a slow, torturous rhythm, taking what she needs while I watch the vision in front of me. Committing it to memory.
My lips find hers as my hands untie the big white bow at her waist and shove her shirt from her shoulders. Her crisp scent wraps around us, cocooning us. She’s got another lacey bra on, the same shade as her skin. Her dark, rosy nipples are hardened tips, poking against the lace of her bra. I suck one into my mouth while I massage the other with my hand, loving her skin. Her sounds. How fucking fantastic her tight, hot pussy feels wrapped around me. Shit. “Daph... I don’t have a condom on.”
She drags her body back up again and slams back down onto me.
A white-hot heat thunders through me.
“I’m on the pill. God...” She repeats the move, and I tug her nipple. “Don’t stop.” She gasps, “Please don’t stop.”
I slide one hand to her ass and cup her sex from behind. “I couldn’t if I wanted to.” My middle finger slides to her pussy, gathering her juices. She’s fucking drenched. I trail it back up the line of her ass and play with her puckered hole. Circling it. “Has your ass ever been fucked, Daphne?”
“No,” she keens. Moving faster. Chasing her orgasm. Her hands circle my wrists as her mouth crashes down over mine. “Oh, God.”
I push the tip of my finger into her ass, and Daphne rockets to an orgasm on a silent scream. Her pussy clamps down so hard when she comes, I see fucking stars as my orgasm tears through me, and I spill into her on a powerful thrust.
Our combined juices dripping down my legs.
Her head drops to my shoulder as she wraps her arms around me, panting for air.
I run my hand up and down her body, needing to touch her. To feel her. Needing her. “You okay, siren?”
She whimpers against my skin and presses her lips to my neck as I kiss her temple.
“Words, Daphne.”
Her arms tighten around me, and her warm breath tickles my ear. “You’re mine too, you know? I’m yours, Max Kingston. But you are mine too. And I’m never letting go.”
Thank fucking God.