bit my lip. “Yeah,” I said. “I’m nervous.”
“Don’t be nervous,” Max said. He slid his hand higher on my leg and I felt another chill of lust. “Everything’s going to be fine, Tori.”
When we pulled into the driveway, I kept waiting for Max to lean over and kiss me. For a second, I thought he was going to do just that: he twisted in his seat, leaned over, and put a hand close to my face. But then I realized he was just unhooking my seatbelt.
“Come inside,” Max said with a twinkle in his eye. The tension between us was mounting, and I could feel my breath coming faster and faster.
“Okay,” I managed to say in a small voice.
In the foyer, Max grabbed me and pulled me close to his muscular body. He leaned down and held his lips mere inches away from mine. I struggled upwards in vain, desperate to kiss him.
Max grinned at me. “You want this?”
I nodded. Before I could reply, Max savagely pressed his lips to mine. Tension flooded my body and I moaned softly into his mouth as Max parted my lips with his tongue. Arousal flared in my lower belly as Max wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close in his muscular arms. Shivering at his touch, I managed to arch my back and press my breasts against Max’s chest.
“You wanna go upstairs?” Max broke the kiss and looked down at me with a playful, lustful expression on his face.
All I could do was nod.
Chapter Eight
Max
When I got Tori in my bedroom, I was amazed at what happened next. She came at me like a lust-crazed animal, like a cat in heat, like someone dying to be satisfied. It was like my kisses were water and her throat was parched, like she was a dying woman, needing a drink.
Tori’s mouth covered mine and her hot little tongue slipped into my mouth. I groaned as I felt her wrap her slim thighs around my waist. Tori hung her arms around my neck and used them to hold herself up in the air, grinding her body against mine in a furious display of passion.
“Oh god, Max,” Tori groaned. “I’ve never felt like this before.”
Neither had I, but I wasn’t about to tell her that. As we moved closer to the bed, Tori lowered her face into my neck and began sucking and licking at the exposed skin. Lust shot through me and I could feel my cock, hard as anything, twitching in my pants. Tori smelled like cinnamon and a woman’s arousal, and I was dying to bury my head between her legs and make her come over and over again.
We flopped down together in a tangle of skin and limbs. Tori was already reaching her hands under my shirt and slipping it over my head. When she saw my chest, she gasped.
“I know, baby,” I said in a teasing voice. “I work out.”
Tori shook her head. She ran her fingers along a couple of ragged scars. “What are these?” She looked up at me, her green eyes wide with concern. “What happened to you?”
I shook my head. Now wasn’t the time to talk about my old battle wounds. “Nothing, baby,” I said. “Come here.”
Tori looked at me with lust shining in her eyes. Her lips were parted and her breath was coming in soft, damp bursts. She licked her gorgeous red lips and tossed her hair over one shoulder, keeping her eyes locked with mine as she reached behind herself and started unzipping her dress.
My eyes practically bulged out of my head as Tori wiggled out of the dark blue lace. Her tits popped out, showing massive cleavage, and I let out a low moan as she peeled the fabric off of her taut body. Tori was pale, but her toned muscles bulged as she stretched on the bed. When she was done, she was clad only in a strapless bra and a pair of pale blue panties.
“These are nice,” I said with a smirk as I pointed towards her crotch. Tori blushed furiously. She crossed her arms over her chest, making her tits pop out. My eyes practically bulged out of my head.
I unzipped my pants and yanked them down until I was
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