Page 8 of Maximus

It’s an invasion in every way and yet a welcome one. Somehow, kissing him is not so bad and as I delight in the strength of it, I sag against him, one of his hands fisting my curls and the other sliding around my waist.

I struggle to breathe and yet alien sensations flood my mind as I attempt to kiss him back.

The silk fabric of my dress is no resistance to the hard shaft pressed against it and despite my reservations, a small moanescapes from somewhere deep inside as my body responds to something unusual.

Suddenly, this isn’t so scary anymore and it empowers me.

I can do this.

I can respond to a man’s attention and so I kiss him back without any other thought entering my head than giving into the pleasure he is causing me.

He pulls me against his hard length and a shiver of expectation passes through me as I tentatively run my fingers against his chest.

He feels so good, masculine beauty at its most dangerous, and I wasn’t expecting my body to blossom so much under his touch.

He pulls away and nuzzles my neck and whispers huskily, “I can deal with both of your firsts. Do you trust me?”

His hands are gripping my ass and his kisses are hot against my exposed skin, causing a surge of lust to shoot through my entire body.

“Yes.” I moan as he dips his wicked lips to my chest and eases the fabric away from my shoulder, exposing my breasts that are held up by the tiniest excuse for lingerie that I own.

He pushes the dress to the floor and pulls me tight against his hard body, causing me to shiver in the air conditioning and, as he drops to his knees, he presses light kisses on my abdomen.

I gasp as he inches my panties aside and buries his face deep into my pussy and my breath hitches as he licks my clit and groans, the sound of which causes something feral to unleash from inside me.

My fingers tangle in his hair and I hold on tight as he punishes my pussy for daring to venture into his domain tonight.

“Fuck.” A low groan escapes me as he licks and sucks the delicate area and he growls, “Do you trust me, Gina?”

The wrong use of my name momentarily catches me off guard and I whisper, “Um, oh, yes, of course.”

He says nothing and then proceeds to move up my body, kissing it and biting the soft flesh, causing me to cry out as my legs tremble, threatening to bring me down.

In one scoop, he lifts me into his arms and lowers me onto the silken sheets and, as I hit the soft paradise, he towers above me and stares deep into my eyes.

“Time to back out. Last chance.”

The throbbing in my pussy is screaming at him to finish what he started and my head is attempting to bash my libido into oblivion with every reason why I should take him up on the get-out clause.

However, I am too far gone to stop, and it’s now or never and whatever happens next, I will have the rest of my miserable existence to regret it.

CHAPTER 6

MAXIMUS

As challenges go, this one is delightful. I’ve had virgins before. Many times. I’ve had whores too, but this is a first, even for me. It’s as if we are playing a game of make believe with no repercussions. She will get her kicks and so will I.

The only problem is, it’s going against my plan.

But plans can change and one taste was enough to make up my mind for me. I’m having her firsts and claiming her soul and there is nothing she can do about that because I’m not an honorable man. Far from it.

When she came out of the bathroom, I knew what she was about to say, but no was never going to be an option.

So I attacked. I used my power and once again, it didn’t let me down.

She is quivering underneath me and as she digests my words I wait for her answer with curious interest.

“Yes.”

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