Page 7 of Four Fiances & I

“When you look at me with those fuck me eyes, I swear everything else stops existing.” Maximus slowly steps back into my space and places a finger under my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

“Tell me what you're thinking,” he whispers, releasing my chin and running a knuckle gently down my cheek. His other hand slowly slides from my hip to my lower back.

“That I love you,” I whisper, tears burning my eyes. “That I don’t think I have ever loved you more than I do at this moment,” I add, placing a hand on his chest whilst leaning into him. “That I want and need you, now.”

Maximus’s eyes darken whilst he stares deep into mine. For a moment, time stills as we absorb each other, unable to look away or move. It’s him who breaks the spell by leaning forward and kissing me as his fingers thread into my hair. He kisses me like he’s been starved of me but is holding back.

Maximus is a dominating lover, but now and again, he will make love to me and shower me with nothing but affection, and it is just as mind-blowing as when he fucks me into next week.

“I love you, Shorty,” he whispers against my lips. “I have since the moment I saw you, and I will continue to love you until my last breath.” He kisses down my neck. His lips only leave my skin when he takes hold of the bottom of my jumper and pulls it over my head, leaving me in a lace bra.

Maximus looks into my eyes as he unfastens my jeans. I undo each button on his shirt, revealing his broad, muscular shoulders and eight-pack. Leaning forward, I place kisses along his chest as I slide his shirt from his back, desperate to get my lips on every part of him. But he pulls away with a smile as his fingers hook into the waistband of my jeans. Maintaining eye contact, he lowers himself so he is kneeling in front of me whilst pulling down my jeans and helping me out of them completely, leaving only my lace thong in place.

Sitting back on his heels, his eyes slowly make their way up my body, leaving a burning sensation in their wake. I try to control my breathing but fail when his eyes finally find mine.

“You are so perfect,” he whispers, reaching out to take hold of my hips. He stands from the floor, lifting me with ease. Placing my hands on his shoulders, we continue to look into each other’s eyes as he walks forward and lays me on the soft bed so he is lying over me. One hand remains on my hip, the other cupping my head as he lies between my legs.

I don’t know how long we lie there, my hands on his shoulders, his hands on my hip and head, but neither of us makes a move. We just look into each other's eyes and take this moment just to be us.

“I am so proud of you.” The words are barely a whisper from his lips.

“Why?” I laugh nervously.

“Because you have come so far and are no longer the pushover you let your friends mould you into.” His fingers brush some hair from my forehead lovingly, and my eyes start burning again.

“I have hated how those girls have treated you from the moment I met them. We could all see that they were not the right friends for you, but every time we mentioned it, you would pull away; we were forced to stop and wait for you to realise on your own.” His hand that rests on my hip lifts as he trails his fingers from my hip up my side and across the breast he leans away from. His eyes follow the trail of his fingers as he moves my bra to one side, and he cups my breast, causing a gasp to leave my lips as I watch his eyes, watching my body.

Maximus takes my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinches slightly.

“Today, you stood up to them,” he whispers, finally looking back into my eyes. “And I’m going to show you how proud I am of you.” I cease to breathe as he takes my nipple between his teeth. Pleasure blooms in my chest as he flicks the nipple with his tongue whilst massaging the breast with his hand—my back arches off the bed when he bites down on it slightly.

Slowly, he moves his lips from one breast to the other, peppering the skin with soft kisses and nips of his teeth before giving the other nipple the same amount of attention. As my back arches from the bed again, he reaches around and unfastens the bra with one hand before sitting up a little to remove it completely.

Leaning back down, he lets his hand slide up between my breasts, only stopping once he has hold of my throat. He doesn’t tighten his hold as his mouth moves to mine.

“You held your head high today, Shorty. You stood up for yourself, our relationship, and your other daddies.” Maximus kisses me on the lips as his hand tightens ever so slightly around my throat. “I fucking love the way you stood tall and took no shit.” His lips leave mine and move down the side of my throat, peppering the skin with soft kisses again.

“I saw the way your eyes changed when that little bitch tried to throw herself at me.” His lips move from one breast to the other, as the anger I had felt at that moment threatens to take hold of me.

“I always hated the way she wanted you,” I gasp as he starts kissing down my stomach, his hand still around my throat but not tightening.

“I know.” His lips reach my stomach as his hand leaves my throat and starts massaging my breast. “I used to see how you glared at her when she would call me Max or flutter her eyelashes at me.” Lifting his head, he looks into my eyes with a devious smile. “It would make me rock hard, knowing you were jealous.” A memory flashes before me and nearly takes me under, but the feel of Maximus kissing the thin material that sits at the apex of my thighs pushes all coherent thoughts from my mind.

“Fuck, I love the way you smell,” Maximus growls as he buries his face between my legs, smelling me through the material I know is soaking wet.

“Daddy,” I gasp as he pulls away from me.

“What do you need? Tell me what you want.”

“Lick me,” I beg, feeling so close to finding my first release before he’s even touched me down there.

“Like this?” I look down to see him looking up at me as he slowly licks the material of my thong, applying just enough pressure to tease me but not enough to make me come.

“No,” I groan as his finger starts toying with the edges of the material.

“How about this?” his tongue sweeps up the inside of my thigh, and I groan with frustration.

“No,” I cry out, getting desperate for his touch. I hear Maximus chuckle before the sound of fabric ripping. Before I can ask why he did that, I feel his tongue lick me from entrance to clit. I cry out as the sensation consumes me.

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