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  “Touch my pussy again.”

  “Fuck, Zara.” He had his hand between my legs once more, moving his fingers back and forth, rubbing me, making me wetter. The friction caused a delicious burn inside me. I was already so very close to coming.

  “You’re soaked for me,” he breathed out along my neck. “Your cream is slipping down my hand.”

  I reached up and grabbed hold of his biceps, curling my fingers into him as my pleasure mounted. Faster and faster he rubbed me, moving the heel of his hand against my clit while he pressed his fingers slightly against my virgin hole. He didn’t fully penetrate me though, and I bit my lip and moaned.

  My body wasn’t mine any longer; at least it didn’t feel like it was when Max touched me. All I could focus on was how good he made me feel. He pressed his body more firmly against me. And when his lips met mine once again, I felt his hard, extremely large erection press against my belly. He was ready for me, so ready.

  His cock was frighteningly big, but that nervousness had my pussy getting wetter, clenching, and my clit tingled. God, I didn’t even care if I lost my virginity right here in the kitchen of the banquet hall. It actually turned me on. Talk about adding an extra layer of memorability to losing your virginity.

  “You’re so fucking primed for me, Zara.” A deep, almost feral growl left him as he took his thumb and pulled out one side of my labia.

  “For you,” I whispered.

  The cool air didn’t ease the inferno between my legs in the slightest.

  “Spread your legs even farther, baby.”

  I did as he said, so lost and drunk on my lust that I couldn’t have disobeyed even if I wanted to. Which I sure as hell didn’t.

  With my pussy lips spread apart, he slid his fingers against my inner flesh again, knowing exactly how to touch me to make me nearly come right then. Up and down, expertly placed and paced, Max’s movements told me he was just as into this as I was. I found myself thrusting my hips slowly at first, moving my pussy back and forth on his fingers, seeking that climax. I knew my eyes were wide as I watched him. As he rubbed faster, I pushed my hips against him harder.

  “God, look at you, so receptive,” he moaned. “You want more than just my hands on your body, don’t you, Zara?”

  “Yes,” I said and breathed hard.

  “Tell me how much you want me to take you, stretching that sweet virgin pussy, making you cream all over my cock.”

  I’d never heard a man speak so obscenely, so erotically, and never to me personally. God, that turned me on. “I want that,” I said on a strangled note. “I feel like I’ll float away,” Max,” I whispered.

  He pulled back slightly and stared at me. “Don’t worry. I’ll always be here to make sure you don’t, to keep you close.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Max

  I leaned down again and started running my tongue up the side of her throat. The very thought of finally claiming her had a thrill moving through me. I took a step back, just staring at her. And as I looked at her, I couldn’t help but feel like I was about to devour her until nothing was left.

  And God, I wanted that.

  No matter what, no matter where we were right now, I didn’t want this to stop. I didn’t want her to stop this, even though she deserved something better than me fucking her in a kitchen on a stainless steel table.

  But this felt too right and good to ignore.

  “I want this,” she whispered, and I held off from groaning.

  I started undoing the button on my pants, my cock throbbing, hard, and so damn thick all I could think about was being buried inside her. “I want this too, baby. So fucking badly.” I slowly brought the zipper down, the sound seeming obscenely loud. “Right now, right here, is all that matters.” And when she nodded, I nearly lost my shit right then.

  I pushed my pants off, taking my boxer briefs with them until my cock sprang free. The fucker had been demanding to be let out, needing to be buried deep in her pussy.

  “You want this?” I asked in a dark, commanding tone and grabbed my dick, stroking myself, because right now, I couldn’t help myself as I stared at her bared pussy, at how pink and wet it was. I tasted her on my lips and tongue. I was drunk on her.

  She licked her lips and nodded. “Yes.” Zara lowered her gaze down to my dick, and I watched her eyes widen.

  I moved my palm up to my cockhead, squeezed the tip for a second, and let out a gust of breath, the pressure feeling incredible. I moved closer. “All I can think about is taking you until you can’t walk straight tomorrow.” I looked down the length of her body, stopping when I got to the area between her thighs. “But you deserve so much better than a kitchen to give yourself over to me, Zara.” I looked at her face once more. “If you don’t want this, baby, then tell me now.”

  “I want this.” Those words came out of her instantly.

  I groaned, closed my eyes for a second, and then started stroking myself a little harder, a little faster. I watched as her breathing accelerated when I took another step forward until I was right in front of her.

  “Take the dress off, baby,” I grunted, staring at her tits, the material of her dress so damn tight I swore I could see the outline of her nipples and areolas. “Let me see all of you.” I didn’t stop the way my words sounded dominant and deep. She reached to her side and lowered the zipper of her dress, revealing her creamy curves, making my heart race and my cock jerk.

  And then my patience was lost and I all but tore it off her. She lifted her ass so I could pull it off. She was naked for me, her flesh this perfect peach color, her curves calling to every male part of me.

  And when she tried to cover her breasts with her arm, I shook my head slowly. “No, you don’t ever hide from me. Don’t ever cover that gorgeous body of yours.”

  I watched as the air teased her nipples, the points elongating even more.

  “You’re so big,” she whispered.

  “Lean back and spread your thighs for me.” My tone was hard.

  I saw how she shivered after I spoke. When she leaned back, her legs spread, her chest thrust out, I lifted my hand and rubbed it over my mouth. She propped her upper body up on her elbows, watching me, her breasts slightly shaking from her increased breathing.

  I didn’t move for several long moments. I couldn’t.

  “Wider,” I said slowly.

  She did as I asked right away, and that earned her a growl of approval. And fuck, when I saw her pussy lips pull apart, could see her pink center, I nearly came right then and there.

  I could see how swollen her clit was, how wet she was. Did she know—have any idea—of the effect she had on me? I moved closer to her and dropped to my knees between her legs. I knew she could feel my warm breath teasing her cunt. My breath came out in hard, short pants along her pussy.

  I placed my hands on her inner thighs and started running them up and down, caressing her skin, needing to for my own sanity. Each time my fingers came close to her pussy, I moved them away just as quickly, teasing her, torturing her.

  Over and over I did this until she couldn’t hold herself up. And that’s when I moved my broad shoulders between her thighs and leaned forward so I could smell her, until I had my mouth on her hard little clit.

  “Just let it out, baby,” I murmured against her cleft, letting those vibrations go straight to her clit.

  When I thrust my tongue into her pussy opening, her inner muscles clenched around it, drawing the muscle in farther. I used my fingers to spread her open wider, holding her lips apart so I could eat her out. She was completely bared to me.

  The sound of wet suctioning filled the room, mixing with her moans and my grunts of pleasure, and nearly had me blowing my load.

  And when she started thrusting her pussy against my face, seeking more from me, spreading her wetness along my mouth, I had to force myself to slow down or I would have come.

  “I’m so close,” she breathed out.

  Fuck yeah.

  Her wor
ds fueled me on.

  I sucked and licked at her, fucked her with my mouth like it was the last thing I’d ever do. I mouth-fucked her like I’d be doing to her pussy for the rest of her life.

  And then her whole body tensed, and I knew she was about to go over the edge. I opened my eyes and looked up the length of her body, needing to see her face as she came for me. Back arched and breasts thrust out in invitation, Zara opened her mouth and cried out.

  I suctioned my lips around her clit and sucked hard.

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  I slid my hands up her body and tweaked her nipples, using my thumb and forefinger to pinch the tips until they got even harder.

  She moaned out long and low, climaxing for me.

  And never once did I remove my mouth from between her legs, not until she sagged against the table, spent. I pulled back and ran my tongue over my lips, sucking off the rest of her arousal.

  “I need you,” she murmured softly, rising up slightly so she could look at me. “I need you now, Max.”

  “I’m going to give you every part of me, Zara.”

  Sweat coated my body, and my heart thundered like a freight train. I rose up and grabbed my cock. We stared at each other for several long seconds, and then I dipped my head and kissed her softly.

  “You’re so big and thick,” she whispered.

  “And it’s all for you, Zara.” God, I sounded like a fucking pervert. But her little cry of pleasure told me she was into it.

  I had my hands everywhere, stroking her breasts, caressing her inner thighs, squeezing her flesh. I couldn’t get enough. And all I kept thinking about was reaching between our bodies, grabbing hold of my dick, and placing the monster at the entrance of her body.

  As if she read my mind, she took hold of my hand and moved it between our bodies.

  Christ.

  I never stopped kissing her; in fact, I became more ferocious and urgent.

  With my hand so close to her pussy now, I felt her wetness coat my fingers. She was hot and creamy, slick and so saturating that I knew once I was inside her I would have no resistance.

  “Touch me, Zara. Take my cock and put it in your pussy, where you ache,” I murmured against her lips and thrust against her.

  And then she grabbed my cock, her finger dainty around my thickness. Fuck, she couldn’t even wrap them fully around the girth. I felt myself pulse in her grip. Her eyes widened, and my breathing stopped.

  “Are you ready for me, Zara?” I asked softly.

  “Yes,” she said without any hesitation.

  Ever so slowly, I started to push into her. The wide head of my cock stretched the opening of her pussy and I was transfixed, watching myself push into her virgin cunt. I tried to be gentle, mindful that this was her first time, but fuck it was hard. I had a hand on the table beside her, and my other one held the root of my dick, a reminder to keep my fucking control right now.

  She curled her nails into my flesh and brought me closer.

  “Does it hurt?” Damn, that was a stupid-ass question, but I didn’t want her to be in so much pain this wasn’t pleasurable.

  “A little, but I wouldn’t stop this for the world.” She sounded out of breath, and I could see the discomfort written across her face.

  It was my mission to make her feel good, to make this fucking electric for her.

  But my pleasure continued to rise until I was groaning. “God, baby. You’re so tight, so hot and wet.”

  Beads of perspiration dotted my forehead as a look of pure ecstasy covered her face. “This feels so good, so fucking good and right.” I stared right in her eyes. “Doesn’t it, Zara? Tell me, baby.”

  “Yes,” she cried out and closed her eyes. “Yes.”

  I started thrusting into her, pulling out and pushing back in. I was slow and gentle at first, but with each passing second, my speed and the pounding became harder. Our breathing became pants, and she moaned for more. Oh, I’d give her more.

  “Don’t hold back. Take me how you want.”

  Fuck, she shouldn’t have said that.

  Every time I pulled out of her, her pussy would tighten around my shaft, as if trying to suck me back in. I was stretching the hell out of her—I knew that, felt it. Her virgin pussy could barely fit my huge dick.

  “Fuck me.”

  “God, baby. Don’t say shit like that to me, because I won’t be able to hold off.”

  She opened her mouth and moaned. “Then don’t.”

  I groaned and leaned my face toward the crook of her neck. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” I said against her cheek, out of breath, my words muffled.

  She did as I asked and I loved the feel of her sweat-slicked skin rubbing against mine. I moved my hands to her waist, pulled her so her ass hung a little more off the table, and stared down at her splayed thighs, where I was buried. With my hands on her hips, holding her close, keeping her where I wanted her, I knew this would never be enough. I’d always want more of her.

  I started pushing into her and pulling out. My cock was rock-hard as I slid into her, the slickness of her pussy juices making my movements fluid.

  And the fact that I was raw in her, nothing separating us, had this possessive side rising up. I needed to come in her body, making her take every last drop.

  She curled her hands against my biceps, holding on, her nails pricking my skin. I fucking loved that pain. Her muscles tightened around me, a moan left her, and I grunted in pleasure and pain.

  Her pussy was so juicy that when I slammed into her, there was no resistance, no trouble pushing into her tight, virgin cunt.

  When I shoved back in and pulled out, over and over again, I closed my eyes and groaned. In and out I moved, slow and steady, giving her time to get used to my penetration, but with her breathy moans and her pussy squeezing my cock, I couldn’t help but start to lose control.

  “Faster. Harder.” She all but cried those words out.

  I should have worried someone lingering might hear, but fuck it. Let them. I wanted everyone to know she was mine.

  I gripped her waist tightly, silently demanding more. “Grind that pussy on me, baby.”

  And when she did, we both groaned.

  “God, Max,” she whispered. “I think. I think... I’m going to come.”

  I held onto her tighter and started swinging my hips back and forth, thrusting even harder into her. Her breasts shook from the force, and my mouth watered at the sight. That was my goal, to feel her cunt squeezing my cock like a vice, to know I was the one giving her an orgasm.

  Head thrown back, hands braced behind her on the table, chest thrust forward, Zara let go for me.

  Animal-like groans came from me as I thrust once, twice, and a third time into her before stilling and coming. Her pussy convulsed around my cock. I filled her with my cum, the load so thick and hot that when she stood there’d be a wet spot beneath her.

  And that made me frenzied with possession.

  When she pressed her cunt on me, it was like she was trying to get as much of my cock into her as possible.

  “I’m going to... to….” She closed her eyes and cried out, her orgasm washing through her as her pussy walls clenched around my dick.

  I watched, mesmerized as she came for me. And when she was done, I pulled her up so her chest was resting against mine, her big breasts and hard little nipples rubbing against my skin.

  We both panted heavily as our sweat-soaked bodies rubbed against each other. I had a steel-like hold around her, and if I were being honest, it felt right having her in my arms like this, spent, relaxed... satisfied. My heart was pounding fiercely, and the longer I held her, the slower the rhythm became, matching hers, which I could feel against my chest.

  I pulled back and she gazed up at me. Neither of us said anything, but we didn’t need to, because the chemistry between us was tangible. A second later, I dipped my head and kissed her deeply. It wasn’t a kiss that was meant to arouse her, although I could have taken her all over again.<
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  “God, this is perfect,” I said against her mouth and pulled back. I wrapped my arms around her and brought Zara closer to me, and then I kissed her again. I got lost in the feeling, in the emotions.

  Once I broke the kiss, I pulled her closer so she rested her head on my chest. Then I just held her. I swallowed, nervous to know what she wanted, what she thought about all this... about me.

  “This wasn’t just sex for me, Max.”

  God, that’s what I wanted to hear.

  I gripped her chin with my thumb and forefinger, leaned in, and kissed her softly. “I know. It wasn’t for me either. Do you know what this means?” I murmured those words against her mouth.

  She shook her head.

  I pulled back, knowing I probably had a possessive look on my face. That’s sure as hell how I felt. “It means you’re mine, Zara.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Zara

  Max sat in a chair and held me on his lap, one of the table linens draped around me, keeping my nearly nude body covered. We’d been like this for seemingly forever, although in truth it was probably less than twenty minutes. He’d helped me off the table and just held me, and it felt so right and perfect.

  We hadn’t said anything for the last five minutes, but honestly, nothing needed to be said. It was nice being held by him, our breathing identical, the silence surrounding us and adding to the comfort.

  I glanced at the stainless steel table where he’d taken me... where I’d lost my virginity. Not exactly the bed full of rose petals I’d envisioned as a teenage girl, but it had been even more special, because it had been with the man I loved.

  Yeah. I loved him. But I didn’t know if telling him right now was best, if telling him something so important right after giving myself to him would seem like a virgin who’d fallen into the moment.

  And of course that hadn’t been the case. Now that I thought about it, I’d loved him well before now. I just hadn’t accepted it fully, had been too afraid to accept it.