still as she got used to him. She’d never felt more full and stretched in her life.
“Breathe,” he ordered, his lips branding her temple, her cheek, as he worked his way down to her lips. “It’ll be okay, I promise.”
She nodded, the slightest motion of her head. He took her lips again, his kiss so sweet and comforting that she moaned softly. But no amount of sweetness could mask the thrills running through her body nor stop the sudden urge she had to move. She shifted her hips, wary of the hard presence of his cock impaling her and gasped at the pleasure that cascaded through her.
“God, sweetheart. Do that again,” Max begged, lips a hairs-breadth away as his big body braced above hers and shook with the effort to stay still. “That felt so fucking good.”
She did as she was told, the ragged sigh that escaped her lips ending on a moan. It felt good, better than good. It felt fantastic. His hard cock pressed against all her nerve endings, the tight fit no longer remotely painful but the source of delicious friction that stoked the fire of her pleasure higher.
“Harder,” she begged, wrapping her legs around him when she couldn’t get the range of motion she needed to stroke the itch in her pussy. “Harder and faster, please Max.”
He chuckled, the sound a dark delight. “As you wish.”
It was like her request opened the floodgates. He pulled back slowly and then powered into her. A heavy thrust that had them both gasping in pleasure. Then all bets were off as he set up a powerful rhythm, pounding into her, his hips slamming into hers. The room filled with the ragged sound of their breathing, the smell of sex and the slap of skin on skin. Erotic sounds and scents reached inside her and pulled every nerve ending taut.
Pleasure rose, the heat in her veins rising with each hard thrust and roll of his hips. Max didn’t take her, he owned her, every movement an act of possession as he pushed her closer to the edge. She whimpered as he released her hands to brace himself over her, one hard hand wrapped around and onto her shoulder to hold her as he impaled her with his cock over and over.
He was relentless, hard lines etched into what she could see of his expression in the darkness, his eyes bordering on feral as he bent his powerful body to fucking her. Her nails scored his back as he moved over her, the tiny pain making him hiss and slam his cock harder into her greedy pussy.
Then it was there, the tension in her core reached breaking point, paused and shattered into a million pieces, bombarding her body with shard-like pleasure. Her cunt clenched tight as she cried out, pleasure washing through her veins in a warm flood as she came hard around his cock. Hard ecstasy swept over her as her body milked his cock.
He swore and upped his pace, hard, heavy thrusts as he chased his own end. Then he stiffened and slammed his cock deep to roar his own release. Inside her, his cock jerked and pulsed, bathing the neck of her womb with white-hot jets of seed for long moments until, finally, he shuddered and rolled, bringing her with him to lie, sated, over his broad chest.
Chapter Seven
Late the next morning Kelli wandered through the main room of the cabin dressed in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants and a faded t-shirt. Since Max had shredded her clothes last night leaving her with nothing to wear, she’d had to resort to raiding his closet. Not that she minded; wearing his clothes made her feel all fuzzy inside and closer to him. She had to take what she could get since he’d decided to abandon her for some emergency in town. She didn’t know what; he’d woken her at some ungodly hour and she hadn’t bothered to ask, instead burying her head under the pillow and growling at him to go away. He’d just laughed, and said he’d be back as soon as possible.
Lord alone knew when that would be. She’d had enough disasters when she’d moved into her current apparent to know that when it came to
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