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“You ready?”

There was a gleam in her eye. I didn’t say anything, I gripped the base of my cock, positioned and in a swift move, I surged upward taking her by surprise. Nirvana. I knew it would be good. I knew she was meant to be mine. I knew she would fit me. But to fit me so perfectly, I didn’t expect it. Her nails scraped at my chest down to my stomach. Her pussy pulsed with every move I made.

“Max, Skylar urged, sitting on top of me, her head tilted down, her jaw lax.

“Hang in there, baby,” I muttered in amazement.

I never saw her so beautiful as she was at that moment.

“Hurry,” she breathed.

I rolled us over, found a balance on my knees, and hissed, “Let go.”

Every muscle in her body turned to stone, her back bowed off the bed, her eyes closed slowly, and she moaned and whimpered through her orgasm. Watching her experience, it, feeling her pussy convulse around my dick took me there. I’m not sure if I lost consciousness, but when I got my senses back, I was lying on top of languid Skylar, and she was stroking my hair. I pushed up on my forearm and smiled.

“I’m going to kill you,” she mused.

I threw my head back and roared with laughter, but then it turned to a growl when she clenched, drawing the last drop of cum from me. I looked back down, brushed my knuckles down the side of her face and gave her a promise.

“You can have my dick anytime you want, Bean.”

“Good,” she said, pushed up her torso, and scratched my back. “I’m planning on putting it to good use.”

I tilted my head and kissed her, it was wet, it was long, and it was hot. This meant as I asked Skylar, who was on her way to the bathroom to clean up, what she wanted to do that day, she looked over her shoulder and, with a serious face said, “Stay in bed.”

Chapter Fifteen

Skylar

It was dark. I couldn't see a thing; all I could do was feel. I already started to float.

"Max, honey?" I half moaned, half-whispered.

"Right here, baby."

And he was.

He was right there.

His mouth at my neck wringing heat and excitement from me, his hand between my legs weaving beauty.

"Oh, God," I muttered when he added his thumb and swirled.

"Yeah," he mumbled.

"Beautiful," I panted.

"Yeah," he agreed.

It was never like this.

Never this free.

Never this exciting and calming at the same time.

Never this hot.

Never... until Max.