Page 10 of Big Bold Gambler

A few seconds go by, and I’m able to breathe normally again, so I say, “I’m ready, Maxwell.”

“You’re ready for me to fuck you?” he prompts, pressing kisses to my cheek and jaw as he continues to hold himself steady, giving short little thrusts as he searches for a little bit of friction.

“Yes,” I whimper, my hips twitching. “Please fuck me.”

That’s all I have to say. Given permission, he pulls out almost completely before slamming back into me. I yelp in surprise, but it quickly turns into a high pitch moan as he does it again. He muffles the obscene noises I’m making with his mouth, the action sending shivers down my spine.

“God, you’re so tight,” he groans, pulling away from me just enough to look down the lengths of our bodies where his cock is steadily thrusting into me. “And you make such pretty noises.”

“It’s all for you,” I manage to say. “All of me is yours.”

“That’s right,” he replies, his pace turning ruthless. “You’re mine. This pussy belongs to me.”

I moan at that, his possessiveness bringing back that wound up feeling in my gut. The soles of my feet burn, and I wonder how he’s brought me so close to the edge so soon after my first orgasm. It doesn’t matter how he did it—all I know is that he’s the only person who will ever be able to make me feel so divine.

When he’s gotten his fill of looking, he drops back down to his elbows to kiss me again, his thrusts never stopping, the rhythm relentless and mind-blowing. I feel like I’m being devoured in the best way. He licks into my mouth, and there are still remnants of my taste on his tongue. It’s filthy, yet I find myself wanting more, responding with an eagerness I didn’t know lay within me.

“Are you close again?” Maxwell asks, kissing my cheek as he waits for my response, our bodies coming together over and over.

“Yes,” I force out, my brain overloaded with sensation. It takes all of my power to stay present.

“Then go ahead,” he tells me, continuing to pepper kisses all over my face. “Cum for me, Jeannie. Show me how good I’m making you feel. Let me hear how much you like my cock.”

I never believed in people being able to cum on command, that it was only something you read about in romance novels; but, in that moment, I realize that it isn’t. All it takes is permission from Maxwell and my climax slams into me. I cum with his name on my lips as he continues rolling his hips into me.

All of my breath is stolen from my lungs as I’m taken by my second orgasm in such a short time. My hands scramble forpurchase on his skin. I scratch at his back as my toes curl into the sheets. It’s deliciously too much.

“Fuck,” he chokes out, his hips faltering.

I feel him shoot his seed into me. There’s so much that I feel semen escaping from my opening. Somehow, instead of being grossed out by the feeling, it sends another pulse of pleasure through me. It makes no sense to me. I’m learning so much about myself with Maxwell, and I hope that I have the chance to learn more.

Breathing hard, Maxwell pulls out. Then, he cups my cheek and kisses me again. I melt into it, loving the softness of the gesture after how ruthlessly he fucked me. His duality is just as much of a turn on as his looks.

“You’re incredible,” he murmurs when we part. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

“And sweaty,” I giggle, the intimacy of all of this overwhelming me all of a sudden. “I need a shower.”

“Are you inviting me into the shower with you?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

My breath catches in my throat for a moment, but I recover quickly and say, “Yeah. I am.”

“Well, then,” he says as he rolls off the bed and offers me his hand. “Let's go.”

Chapter Six

Maxwell

Over the next three days, I stop by to see Jeannie. I come at different times, always bringing food and drink. She deserves to be pampered and this is the best way I know how to do it. Maybe if she were more experienced, I’d give her more extravagant gifts. There will be time for that, though.

Patrick gets back from his business trip today, so I stay away from the house. Jeannie and I haven’t talked about how we’ll tell him that we’re seeing each other, instead choosing to enjoy each other’s company without the worry of her protective father. Breaking the news to him will take some tact and might be met with pushback. I doubt it’ll be an easy conversation, and I’m sure that Jeannie feels the same way.

I’m in my office going over the numbers for the last week when there’s a knock at my door. I sigh, setting the documents aside before I clear my throat to call my visitor in. Before I’m able to, the door swings open hard. When I turn around to see who’s barging in here, I’m faced with Patrick wearing an eerily calm expression.

“Patrick,” I say, keeping my tone even. “I wasn’t expecting to see you.”

“Figured I’d stop by here before I went home,” he replies cooly. “I saw something interesting while I was away that I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Jerry up to his old antics?” His eyes never leave me, but I don’t back down, not letting his stare disarm me. “Why don’t you sit down?”

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