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I wrapped my lips around his cock and sucked.
“Fuck,” Maxim groaned, his hips rising off the chair.
I fisted him with one hand, pumping and exploring the sensation as I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock, the taste of salt and heat and pure Maxim driving my pulse crazy. I widened my mouth, doing my best to take him in as far as I could, but holy hell the man was huge.
“Evangeline,” Maxim sighed, slipping his fingers in my hair and gently gripping. The sensation sent licks of flame over every inch of my skin.
I slid my free hand over one of his massive thighs, digging my nails in slightly at the same time as I sucked him harder, bobbing my head up and down to take him deeper. The grip in my hair tightened, a groan rumbling from Maxim’s chest, fueling my high.
Because this was a high.
The sweetest high I’d ever felt—being with Maxim in this way, affecting him like he’d always affected me.
Flicking my tongue over his head, I switched up my pace, slowly taking him in inch by inch before returning to my fast pace—
Maxim gently tugged on my hair enough that his cock released from my lips with a pop, and I barely had time to blink before he hauled me up and into his lap. He situated me so I was straddling him but held me so I was still raised on my knees, his hand traveling beneath my skirt as he held my gaze. He wound his fingers around my hip, slipping them under the string of lace—
And ripped them at the seams.
I gasped as he withdrew the damaged fabric and pocketed the material, leaving me completely bare beneath my skirt. He reached into his other pocket, withdrawing a foil packet and ripping it open.
A laugh left my lips. “You’re prepared, aren’t you?” I teased.
He shifted me a little, rolling the condom over his hardened length. “With you?” He huffed, returning his hands to my hips. “Always. Now, sit,” he commanded, and I did what I was fucking told.
My entire body narrowed to the feel of his cock sliding inside me inch by inch as I sank atop him. He leaned forward, our chests flush as he slid one arm around the base of my spine, his other hand exploring beneath my shirt, cupping my breast as he teased my nipple over the lace.
“Maxim,” I whispered, remaining still for a few heartbeats as I adjusted to the sheer size of him. Would I ever get used to it? Ever get used to the feeling of being so completely filled by him?
“Tell me when you’re ready,” he said, and the rough need in his voice had me turning completely liquid for him.
He leaned in, planting searing kisses along the side of my neck, over my collarbone, and back up again to reclaim my mouth. Parting my lips with his tongue, he stroked my mouth, teasing me, consuming me with his kiss.
“I’m ready,” I sighed between his lips.
He immediately pulled me closer with that arm at the base of my spine and the sensation had electricity sparking up my spine. I moaned, arching my head back as he did it again.
And again.
The motions elicited shivers of heat along every inch of my skin.
Each time he pulled me against him, he thrust up, hitting those spots deep inside me that splintered my mind and shook my soul.
I shifted, bracing my hands on his chest, pushing him as far back as he could go in the chair, taking the reins, wanting to torture him as much as he was delighting in torturing me. He leaned back, eyes dancing as he looked up at me. I took his hands, guiding them to my breasts as I rolled over him, causing him to groan and me to shiver atop him from the sensation.
Then I lifted up, sliding all the way to the tip of his cock before sinking back down again.
“Maxim,” I said, doing the move over again. “You feel…” I breathed the words. “So good.”
“You’re fucking amazing,” he said, pinching my nipples before soothing away the delicious sting.
I rocked my hips over him before pulling out and taking him all the way to the hilt over and over again. Gasping as I increased the pace, falling into a rhythm that was sending us both spiraling.
I freed one of my hands up, pushing the hair out of my face, catching his gaze beneath me as I did, liquid fire shooting through my veins at the sight of him.
His eyes were molten fire as he watched me ride his cock.
Nothing but pure desire and delight and need flickering there.
So I rode him harder, chasing my pleasure with every ounce of strength I had.
In the middle of a room filled with books, I rocked against him until sweat beaded on our brows and his hands had long since fallen to my hips, gripping me there as he pounded into me from beneath, meeting me stroke for stroke.
