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This moment was the only evidence I needed. She was mine.

My patience severed with that thought and my hips began to move in slow, tantalizing rhythm once her grip relaxed at my shoulders and her hips followed my lead. I grasped one of her calves and wrapped it around my waist, anxious to feel her all up and down my body. I needed her naked and against me, all of me, now.

With both of her legs wrapped around my waist, her ankles locked above my bare ass as I held her head in my hands and moved slowly, trying to contain the raging beast that wanted to unleash hell on her sweet body.

I groaned. “You feel so damn good. I can’t go slow for much longer.”

“Please, more.” She pushed her hands into my wayward hair and caught my eyes. “I want all of you.”

My heart sped with her words and my mind fritzed. Could she be any more perfect? Was she brought to the front step of my library by God himself to please me? An angel or a devil, or a small mix of both, I was sure.

“Elle—Elle,” I repeated her name as my hips took on a more sporadic rhythm and I felt her body relaxing into me, allowing me to push farther, deeper, longer. “Jesus.” I choked on the word as I bottomed out inside her, holding myself still as long jets of cum coated her walls. My heart pumped and my breathing racked. I held still, feeling the quakes in my thighs down to the tips of my fingers buried in her dark waves.

“Maxwell, I’m not on birth control,” she whispered, and instead of sending me running out the door, my heart fucking rattled in my chest with hope and joy.

“Well, that’s an interesting turn of events, isn’t it?” I grinned as I collapsed onto her body, my head tucked against her neck.

“Should I go shower or something? To make sure I don’t…get pregnant?” A mess of dark waves flipped as she turned away from me.

I chuckled at her sweet innocence. “I don’t think it works like that.” I caught her chin and turned her back to me. “Plus,” I placed a sweet kiss across her lips, “I like me inside you.”

Thirteen

Elle

“What?” I asked, thinking I’d misheard. He rolled off of me, the slow drag of his thick erection sending delicious waves of pleasure through every strung out nerve.

“Ever since I saw you, I knew you were mine.” He kissed me, his hands roaming my skin, my breasts, my hair, and back again. “Knew you were mine to protect.” He kissed. “To keep.” He kissed. “To love.” He said the final word and my heart thumped harder than it ever had in my chest.

“Love?” I squinted, having heard those words before, but never quite believing them as much as I did now. When I’d heard them from silly high school boyfriends in the past, I’d figured it was only a means of getting what they wanted—in my pants—but now… What did I have to give Maxwell?

“Way I see it, you showed up in my library for a reason. You need me, and I certainly need you.” He traced a dancing fingertip across my sternum and in my cleavage, sending shivers through my system.

“How do I need you?” I laughed, trying to distract him or me from the conversation.

“Well, for starters, that guy that’s been hanging around—”

“Oh, that.” I laughed, running the pad of my thumb across one of his chiseled cheekbones.

“Oh, that? That guy looked plenty dangerous to me. And he won’t fuck with what’s mine. So I don’t want you going back to that place alone. In fact, now that I’ve been inside you, I kinda want to just tie you to my bed to have you when I want you.” He snaked his nose along my neck.

“I-I’m not sure if I should be flattered or insulted,” I said, thinking his brand of alpha male might be a little too over the top for me.

“You have to tell me everything, Elle.” His hands caressed my hair, down to my cheeks, before landing at my jaw. I trusted him. For the first time, I had this oddest sensation; I trusted a man.

“He’s been this way since I was a kid.” I bent my head, feeling the pain of my father’s inadequacies like a fresh knife in my back. “He never hit me or anything, but sometimes I think he might as well have. “ I glanced back to Maxwell to find his eyes bleeding sympathy, his hands now holding mine tightly as if offering any support he could. “My dad’s been an addict and a gambler my entire life. He used to get physical with my mom.” I paused, lost in the memory. “I remember hiding behind the couch when I was eight, trembling and scared as she screamed and the soft thud, smack, crash of his hands maiming her, stealing her dignity.”

“That must have been terrible for you, baby. I swear, if he ever came around…” Maxwell’s hands tightened around mine.

“No, no, I don’t want him hurt. He’s my dad. He has addictions. I don’t blame him. I just wish he would get help, finally pull himself out of this dark hole he’s in for good. I think that’s my problem, caring too much, loving too much, holding out hope that he’ll change. Everyone says people don’t change, but I don’t believe that. I can’t believe that. Then I was just another emotionally abandoned, verbally abused kid with a deadbeat father. I have to fight for him, even when he won’t fight for himself.” I stopped, feeling a painful lump of tears building in my throat. “I can’t turn away from him.” I shook my head until the tears finally rained down my cheeks. The pain of his physical presence all those years had taken their toll, and the pain of the nights spent in my bed wishing and praying he would change, that he could change someday consumed me. “My father has always had shady-looking people coming and going from our house. They look scary, but they wouldn’t hurt me. They’re all bark and no bite,” I finished, feeling drained and ready to forget the pain of my past in favor of the amazing man sitting across from me now.

“Well, I definitely don’t want you going back there now. So it’s settled. You need to go back to that apartment? I go with you. At least until we know you’re safe from this guy, because despite what you may think, I don’t trust his slimy ass for a second.” His large palm stroked across my lower abdomen, twisting my tummy with some mix of anxiety and elation. I didn’t respond; only tucked myself into his body and draped one arm across the chiseled ridges of his abdominal muscles “You seem quite agreeable at the moment.” His voice lowered as one hand slid down my belly to swirl at my clit, working my already aroused body into an even higher state of sexual desperation. “I heard an orgasm improves the chance of conception.” His tongue trailed across the shell of my ear as his fingers worked my clit doggedly. My hips bucked and my fingers clutched the fine fabric of the duvet. I loved getting lost in his touch.

“Maxwell…” I sighed as a second orgasm rolled through my system at his hands.

“That’s it, baby. We’re going to have so much fun now.” He pulled me into his large body, tucking my head into that special place at his shoulder, making me feel warm and fuzzy with lust and bliss, a combination that I hadn’t known I was starved for until now.

Maxwell Black entered my life like a lightning strike—unexpected, overwhelming, and dangerously thrilling.

Fourteen

Elle

I woke the next morning to the sound of sexy, guttural grunts echoing down the hallway. I rolled like a cat, stretching, a slow smile creeping across my cheeks at the memory of his big body caging me in his arms last night, the raw purr that resonated in his deep voice that went straight to my clit. And love. Maxwell had said he’d loved me last night. Not in so many words, but it warmed my chilled heart all the same. And in the bright light of morning, I was surprised to find I loved him too. As quick as our courtship may have been, feelings didn’t lie. If I’d learned anything in twenty-one years, it was to trust my gut. And my gut was screaming for more Maxwell.

Another grunt rattled my lovesick brain, followed by another, deeper one.

Mmm.
Maxwell was working out.

I slid out of bed, planting my feet on the floor to find a glass of orange juice and two small pills on the side table. I twisted, thinking I did feel a little raw. My thighs, my ass, even my nipples felt raw and tingly, as if he’d just had his hands on me moments ago, not hours.

Butterflies flitted wildly as I thought about his heavy length invading me last night.

I was no longer a virgin. How did that make me feel? I’d feared feeling like a slut with morning after regrets, but with Maxwell… He cared. He was the first man in my life that seemed to really look at me and
see
me. I’d known that instantly about him. Like a bullet in my guts, I’d left everything inside me on the shiny wood floors of his beautiful little library downstairs and given myself over to him. So no, I didn’t regret a thing.

I slipped the tiny white pills into my mouth and swallowed them with the juice before heading down the hallway towards the sound of the sexy outbursts. I turned the corner to find his large body lying across the weight bench, naked from the waist up, his abdomen etched like patterned bricks, tight and bulging with exertion as his thick biceps held a weighted bar over his head. He counted silently, a slight frown on his beautiful, rugged face, before a low sound emanating from somewhere down deep in his belly barreled out and he heaved the bar on the supports.

He sat up quickly, his body agile despite its broad physique, then took long pulls from a bottle of water. I was suddenly conscious of standing in his small dining room, his decadently built body before me, grunting and sweating in the morning hours before one long drizzle of water trailed down his chin and throat, catching on one chiseled pectoral before trailing just past a nipple. Down the little drop went, between the narrow slice of sternum separating his rippling abdominal muscles. Arousal flooded my cotton panties as I sat watching that little rivulet make its way down his beautiful body. I’d never been so jealous of anything as I was of that tiny crystal ball of water in that moment.

I swallowed, and without thinking twice, dropped to my knees, the glistening wood biting at my kneecaps as I crawled across the floor to him. His dark eyes flared for a moment before a hood of lust glazed and fell down the length of my body. His heavy palms reached out to thread through the long strands of my wild hair, his head pulling my gaze up from the thin cotton of his waistband. I wanted to yank his sweat-dampened shorts from his hips and reveal the key that unlocked the man of my dreams, the pleasure hidden between his powerful thighs.

“What are you doing to me, Elle?” he growled, but his words were lost on my ears. My tongue darted out as my hands reached for his waistband, pulling the shorts down his thighs and revealing his heavy penis to my hungry vision.

“Elle…” he started but trailed off when I kissed the tip of his tall erection. I grasped the base, marveling at its girth, much too big to wrap my palm around. I grinned, using my other hand to fist him completely before darting my tongue out to lick the tip, tasting the dot of pre-cum that had gathered there.

A much darker groan than what’d radiated from his belly earlier fell on my ears and urged me on, flooding my cotton panties as his hands tightened in my hair.

“Fuck, Elle!” he grit through clenched teeth when I sucked his penis into my mouth, covering it with my lips and hollowing my cheeks, sucking the best I’d imagined one should. I tasted the salty pre-cum as my insides grew molten with need for Maxwell Black. My hips began rocking without my realizing it, before one large palm slid past my waist and underneath the waistband of my panties to fist at my bottom. I sucked harder and quicker, cheered on by his moans of pleasure, before I felt his thighs tensing beneath me.

Was I actually close to getting him off the very first time I’d ever given a man a blowjob? I grew giddy with my own proud excitement before Maxwell took me by surprise once again, his roughened fingers sliding past the cheeks of my ass to thrust between my legs and inside my soaked entrance. I moaned, my lips falling open in pleasure before his hand was at my collarbone and he was pushing me back to sit on my heels, two fingers sliding in and out of my body relentlessly while the other palm caressed my hot skin.

“You’re not getting my cum so easily,” he said, his palms now running up my neck and caressing every heightened nerve I had. “You’re going to work for it today,” he challenged and I gasped as his thumb worked at the tight bud of my back entrance. “And maybe we’ll have a little fun too.” His beautiful eyes burned with desire and I knew instantly he had more planned, more I would enjoy. “Once I think you’ve done enough, I’ll give you my cum. When
I
decide.” His lips were near mine now, hovering closely, threatening a kiss, a bite; I wasn’t sure. I wanted him, either way. “How does that sound, beautiful?”

I swallowed past the sexual energy eating the air up between us, the anxiety twisting my stomach over just what Maxwell’s words meant exactly.

“Answer me.” Maxwell nipped at my earlobe, warning in his words along with barely bridled passion.

“Yes,” I stuttered, uncaring what I was agreeing to as long as I would find Maxwell between my legs again.

“Yes,
what
?” A confident grin flashed across his lips.

“Yes, Maxwell.” My stomach twisted with desire on every word.

“Good girl.” Maxwell’s lips finally connected with mine and he brought me to a swift and fast orgasm with his tongue. His thumb working the virgin rose at my back, his fingers invading the entrance between my thighs, and I was his. Completely. It was exactly where I wanted to be.

Fifteen

Maxwell

My eyes devoured the soft curves of her body, all rosy flesh and creamy skin as she washed herself in my shower after I’d gotten her off with my tongue. She was decadent. The fad of wafer-thin models I’d never understood. From the beginning, it’d always been a turnoff. When my buddies’ eyes were trained on girls with short shorts and no hips, mine were focused on the girl with an ass that I could really dig my fingers into. Something that I could really fuck and not hold back. Without hurting…

My thoughts flicked back to a time long ago, remembering what it felt like to be the victim of someone’s hand. I flinched and Elle’s hands were immediately running across my scalp and down my sinewy muscles, bringing me back to the present and soothing me back into focus.