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  “Maybe that’s what I want, Max,” she said with this sexy tone to her voice. “I just want you.” She slid her hands along my body, and every part of me tightened. “Be with me, Max.”

  Fuck, she was going to be the death of me, but what a way to go.

  Chapter Nine

  Abigail

  Every part of me was on fire. The need to have Max between my thighs, to feel him finally pushing his big dick inside me and claiming me forever, had never been so intense as it was right now.

  The way he looked at me, touched me, was like a man obsessed, like he couldn’t control himself. Maybe that should have scared me; maybe I should have been hesitant for how fast things were going. But I felt like I’d been waiting an eternity for this moment.

  “I want you,” I said, lifting my hands and running them up his arms.

  He made this low sound deep within his chest. His body was so big, so tight. He was so masculine… all man. I watched as his pupils dilated after I said those words.

  Then he was on me, his hands on my chest, his mouth on mine. He kissed me for long seconds, plunging his tongue in and out of my mouth, claiming me. The feeling of him cupping my breasts, his thumbs moving over my nipples, nearly sent me over the edge.

  He broke the kiss and moved his mouth along my cheek, over my jaw, and started sucking at my pulse point right below my ear. And then we were on the bed, Max on top of me, the feeling of his hard shaft nestled between my thighs having me gasp out. I was so sensitive, every erogenous zone in my body coming alive like I’d been shocked with electricity.

  He started pressing his length against my pussy, my wetness making his movements slick and fluid. I couldn’t grasp my mind around how big he was, how thick and long he felt.

  “God, let me make you feel good, Abagail.”

  I nodded, unable to speak.

  He pulled back so he was resting on his knees. His hands were on my thighs, keeping me spread open for him. “You want me to touch you here?” he asked and slid one hand close to my pussy. He gently touched me where no other person had before, and my back arched on its own.

  “Yes,” I whispered harshly. “Touch me everywhere.”

  He moved his other hand between my legs, and then, while staring at my face, spread my lips open for him. He broke eye-contract and looked at where he’d obscenely opened me, and I swore the air violently left his lungs.

  “Christ, you’re so pink and wet for me.”

  My hands were shaking, my heart thundering behind my ribs. We were both breathing so hard and had beads of sweat covering our bodies. I was close to orgasming already and he’d barely touched me.

  I heard my heart thundering in my ears, felt it in my throat. This was crazy, but in a good way. A groan ripped from him, and the sound went right through my entire body. He ran a finger through my center, the feeling so incredible I reached out and curled my hands in the sheets on either side of me, trying to stabilize myself.

  “Do you want me here, baby?”

  I nodded and licked my lips. “God, yes, Max.”

  With his fingers still running up and down my slit, he used his other hand to grab his huge cock. His flesh was smooth, toned, and the monster between his thighs had me idly wondering how painful it would be to have him inside me.

  But I trusted Max impeccably and knew he’d be gentle, take his time with me.

  He rubbed his palm up and down the huge erection he sported, and I felt the heat coming from him. I felt my clit tingle, my inner muscles clench, and was on the verge of begging him for more.

  “I need you,” I finally managed to say, and the sound that came from him had this rush filling me. He wanted me just as desperately as I wanted him. I shouldn’t have watched him jerk off, but the fact that he stared at my pussy as he touched me at the same time he pleasured himself, turned me on so much.

  And when I saw a dot of clear fluid lining the tip, my mouth dried as he used it as lubrication to stroke himself faster. As if my body was no longer my own, I found myself reaching out, pushing his hand away, and taking his cock in my hand. He was warm, the skin covering his length like velvet over steel. He was hard and big, and my fingers couldn’t wrap fully around his girth. God, what would he feel like thrusting deep inside me? What would it feel like to be stretched by Max?

  I couldn’t help thinking what a tight fit it would be, that he’d have to really work to get his shaft inside me. And those thoughts and my body heating even more had me stroking him faster.

  Up and down, steady and slow. He groaned again, the muscles in his neck standing out in stark relief.

  “Abigail,” he hissed. “Baby, if you keep this up, I’ll come before I’m even in you.”

  He grunted and closed his eyes, and I ran my palm over the crown of his dick.

  I curled my hand tighter around his cock and started rubbing my palm up and down his length, loving that it looked like he’d lose control.

  His big body was curled over mine, his eyes now open as he stared into my face. “I don’t want you to stop, but if you don’t, I’m going to come, and I’m not ready for this night to be over with.” He exhaled slowly. “I don’t ever want it to be over with.”

  I let go over him, so ready, so primed I was a little embarrassed over the fact. He leaned in and kissed me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as he settled against me once more, his shaft right against my pussy.

  I needed more.

  Chapter Ten

  Max

  Fuck.

  I was about to come and hadn’t even felt how wet and tight she was. I hadn’t even been inside my girl yet. I wanted this to last so fucking badly, wanted to get her off several times before I let myself go over the edge, but hell, I was having a hard time getting control.

  And I didn’t think I’d last.

  I’d been waiting for this for far too long.

  I stared down at her for long seconds, marveling in the fact that she. Was. Mine.

  I didn’t say anything as I moved my thumb over her bottom lip, her skin soft, the memory of her kiss forever ingrained in my head.

  “I’m ready,” she said, even though I’d only been thinking of asking her.

  My entire body was so damn tense, my muscles straining under the skin. Did this girl know what she did to me? I worshipped her, had for five years now.

  My cock was so fucking hard, and pre-cum was a constant at the tip of my shaft. I’d never been this worked up, not even when I thought about Abigail and jerked off. No, this went above everything or anything I could have ever imagined.

  I had my hand back between her thighs, wanting to make sure she was really good and juicy for me. I teased her clit, rubbed the bundle of nerves back and forth, and watched the pleasure move across her face. I moved the digit down and circled her tight little hole. “No one will ever have this but me. No one will ever know what you feel like deep inside but me.” I said those words as a demand.

  She nodded, her mouth parted as I teased her more. I didn’t penetrate her, just rubbed the tip back and forth over the opening, letting her know I was there, that soon I’d have my cock buried deep inside.

  Abigail placed her hand on the center of my chest and moved it lower until she was right above my stiff dick. I needed her to touch my cock, but at the same time, if she touched me again, I was liable to come.

  And when I did finally get off, I wanted to be buried deep in her.

  “Abigail, as much as I want you to touch me again, if you touch me down there, I’ll come.”

  Her eyes widened.

  I leaned down again, took her mouth in another hard, deep kiss. Her momentary shock at my words vanished as she opened for me. I plunged my tongue inside, tasting her addicting flavor. I was done prolonging this.

  I removed my hand from between her thighs, held up my fingers that were glossy from her cream, and licked them clean, groaning at her flavor. I needed inside of her now.

  “Spread wider for me, baby.” I gritted out those words.
This was really happening. I reached between us once more to grab my cock, placing it at her entrance. I pressed my hips tighter against hers.

  She was making me lose my mind, but fuck, that was a good thing.

  With the tip of my cock at her entrance and my gaze focused on hers, I knew I had to just do this. I hated that I’d cause her pain, and if I could have taken that away from her, I would have in an instant. But the thought of popping her cherry, taking it as mine, and knowing I’d be the only man to ever know how good she felt had all sane reasoning leaving me.

  “Ready?” I asked and kissed her forehead.

  “I’m ready,” she whispered and grabbed my biceps.

  I looked into her eyes, and at the same time, I thrust in one fluid motion, getting over that first hurtle of breaking through her innocence.

  She gasped in pain because of me, and I hated I was the cause of it. But despite that, on instinct, I couldn’t help the growl that left me at the tight, wet feeling of her pussy. When I was fully inside her, my balls pressed right up against her plump little ass, I stilled. She had her nails dug into the flesh at my arms, and her eyes, God, her eyes were wide as she looked up at me, her discomfort clear.

  “Abigail. Dammit, I’m so sorry.” I leaned down to kiss her softly. “I’m so sorry I hurt you.”

  “Shhh,” she said and slid her arms up my neck and pulled me impossibly closer. “Everything is perfect.”

  I pulled back and started moving in and out of her slowly, gently, but with each passing second, my pleasure built to an all-consuming level. I could see on Abigail’s face she felt it too. My hands were curled into the sheets by her head, my shoulders hunched forward as I thrust in and out of her.

  “I love you,” I said harshly. “God, I love you so much.”

  She moaned softly and wrapped her legs around my waist. “I love you too.”

  “Fuck.” I grunted that obscene word out, knowing Abigail wasn’t used to me being so damn raw. But I couldn’t help it.

  The feeling of her inner muscles squeezing my cock, with images in my head of all the dirty things I’d do to her, had me so close to the edge.

  I looked at her chest, her breasts slightly shaking, swaying as I thrust in and out of her with purpose. Her nipples were rose colored, the tips hard, slightly elongated. My mouth watered at the sight.

  There was no way I could stop myself from dipping my head and dragging my tongue over one stiff peak. Even her sweat tasted sweet.

  “Max,” she breathed out on a pleasure-filled moan.

  I started pushing into her and pulling out faster, harder. I pulled one stiff tip into my mouth and sucked, drawing the blood to the surface and feeling her writhe beneath me. “I want to…” I murmured against her skin. “I want to feel you get off right along with me.” I couldn’t help the words that came out of me.

  I didn’t even try to stop them.

  And when she pulled my face up to hers with her hands on my cheeks and kissed me, I knew nothing short of death would ever keep me from Abigail.

  Chapter Eleven

  Abigail

  The pain and discomfort was almost too much to handle at first, and I knew it hurt Max that I was uncomfortable. But this wasn’t his fault. It was inevitable. This moment was what I’d fantasized so many times. I knew what to expect, and I’d been as ready as I could have ever been.

  Now, I just wanted to let go and enjoy it.

  And with each passing second, that discomfort morphed into something more, something more pleasurable and intense.

  That uncomfortable feeling started to heat inside me, started to feel good, powerful. His penetration had been sudden, heart-stopping, and like nothing I’d ever imagined before.

  But now it felt good. It felt so good.

  His muscles were tight beneath my hands. I curled my nails harder into his flesh when he started pulling out and pushing back in. Euphoria started to fill me.

  Seeing how much he was trying to control himself, to go slow for me, made this moment mean so much more to me, but under his self-restraint, I saw the way he was slipping, his strength fraying, because the pleasure was too much. And when he started moving in and out of me at a steady pace, I couldn’t help but open up and let all the emotions and sensations move through me like they were clearly doing for him.

  We were covered in sweat, his body moving fluidly over mine, the massiveness of his form hovering above me, using his power to show me how good it could be.

  A flash of pleasure slammed into me. “Oh, God,” I moaned.

  “Does it feel good?” he asked, hopefulness in his strained voice.

  I nodded. “Yes, it feels good, Max. So good.”

  He was slow and easy, but I knew that wouldn’t last. I hoped it wouldn’t.

  The feeling of his hardness to my softness, of his masculinity to my femininity, had me emotionally as well as physically reaching that pleasurable high I’d always imagined with him.

  “Kiss me,” I said on a whispered moan, needing him in all ways, both of us connected everywhere.

  And he did just that, right away, not making me wait even a second.

  He started really moving then. Gone was the slow and easy, and in its place was fast and hard.

  “Yes,” he hissed against my lips. He pulled out of me an inch, only so the broad head was now lodged in my pussy. He wasn’t kissing me anymore, but his lips were pressed to mine, both of us sharing the same air as we grappled with the situation.

  He thrust back into me, harder, with determination. I gasped, loving every second of it.

  “Damn, it’s so fucking good.” He thrust deep in me again, pushing me up on the mattress. His motions were almost frantic. “Do you understand, really fucking understand, what you mean to me?” He’d pulled back then. Looking at my face.

  I nodded slowly. And I did understand. He loved me with the same fierceness I loved him.

  And with every inch he sank into me, I felt claimed… owned.

  He pushed up slightly and leaned back, looking between my legs. He watched as he moved his cock in and out of my body.

  I lifted up, wanting to see what he saw, and braced my upper body on my elbows. I gasped at the erotic sight.

  He pulled out and pushed back in, streaks of my virgin blood coating his glossy length.

  He looked so big between my thighs, his thick dick plunging in and out of me, stretching me. He shifted a little more so he was on his knees, grabbed my hips, and pulled me down just an inch so he was deep in me. He used his thumbs to pull apart my pussy lips, and the fact that he had his hands there, as well as his cock buried in me, had me nearly orgasming right then.

  “Your virginity will always be mine,” he said almost to himself, his focus where he fucked me. “And mine will always be yours. Only yours.”

  “Max.” His name came from me on this ecstasy-filled breath. Watching the play of his muscles as he thrust into me, fucked me, like we’d both been waiting for years to do, was surreal.

  The sound of his cock moving in and out of my pussy filled the room.

  “Fuck, I’m so close, Abigail,” he roared out.

  My pussy muscles clenched around him, and he bucked against me harder.

  “Abigail,” he groaned and tipped his head back, his neck muscles straining. “Baby, I’m going to come.” He was panting, every muscle in his body ripped, corded. “But I need you to get off. I want us to both go over the edge together.”

  And I wanted to see him get off because of me.

  “Christ. I love you so much.” He thrust in deep. “I’ve been waiting for this moment, for you to be mine, for a long fucking time.”

  “Me too,” I moaned, the pleasure escalating. I was going to get off, right along with him.

  Max looked at me then, and as I stared back at him, I knew his control was absolutely gone.

  “I’m going to come,” I groaned and thrust my breasts out as the pleasure started to crest.

  “Fuck. Yeah, baby. That’s it.”
He pounded into me harder, faster.

  My inner muscles clamped down hard, and we both moaned. He started fucking me with fervor, his shaft hitting something deep inside me. Stars danced in front of my vision and the sensations nearly consumed me.

  “That’s it.”

  I knew the moment Max got off right along with me. His huge body went rigid, and this deep sound left him when he buried himself to the hilt. I could only stare in awe at him, let the tremors of ecstasy wash through me, and hang on as he took me higher.

  It was long seconds before his body finally relaxed, before my inner muscles stopped clenching around his shaft. He rested his full weight on me, and the air left me pleasantly, his weight a comfort. I loved that our skin was sweaty, damp from what we’d just done.

  I wasn’t a virgin any longer, and I’d given it to the man I loved, the only boy I’d ever wanted to own it.

  He rolled off me, and I grunted in disappointment, but he didn’t make me wait for him to pull me back in against the warmth of his big body. My back was to his chest, and he wrapped a muscular arm around my waist. The feeling of his still semi-hard erection was nestled at the base of my spine, his cock slick because he’d been inside me.

  He had his hand sliding along my belly and then between my legs, his fingers gently stroking me there. “I belong in here, always.” He was being so possessive, so obscene, and every part of me loved it.

  Max removed his hand, and I turned in his arms so we were face-to-face. The sweat dried on our bodies and contentment filled me. I leaned up to kiss him, my lips pressing softly to his. God, this felt good. Right.

  And in that moment, I knew I’d never get enough.

  “You know I meant every single word I said, right?”

  I licked my lips and nodded. “I know, and I meant them too.”