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My hips buck, my dick pulsing in her cunt as I thrust into her deeper, deeper, wanting to fill her with my cum. My body tightens, and I can feel the rush of my orgasm building, the pressure almost unbearable. My mind races, thoughts consumed by the need to claim her, to brand her as mine.
“Fuck, Zoe, I’m coming,” I growl through gritted teeth. My release crashes over me, my cock throbbing as I spill into the condom, the sensation both electrifying and maddening. I thrust harder, riding out the waves of pleasure, my hands gripping her hips as I hold her close.
I want her to shatter completely under my touch, to know that no one else can make her feel this way. I want her to remember this every time she thinks of me. “Take it all,” I groan, my voice a low growl. “Every last drop. You’re mine, Zoe. All mine.”
She gasps, her body convulsing around me, and I feel her come again, her pleasure triggering my own. The sensation is overwhelming, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through me. I thrust harder, deeper, feeling my cum fill her, even through the barrier of the condom.
Brand her.
Make her mine.
Mine.
I collapse against her, both of us trembling from the intensity of our shared release. Our breaths mingle, heavy and ragged, as we come down from the high. I press a gentle kiss to her forehead,feeling a sense of possessive satisfaction wash over me.
“You were amazing,” I whisper, still trying to catch my breath. “My perfect, good girl.”
She smiles, her eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction. “You too, Max. You too.”
It’s a strange paradox, this feeling. The sensation of breaking into a million pieces, yet every piece is still painfully alive because of the person who shattered it while sharing the most incredible moment. It’s as if each fragment of my heart retains its own heartbeat but doesn’t beat alone.
“Zoe,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her ear.
She turns her head, her lips meeting mine in a soft kiss. I can feel her smile against my lips.
Carefully, I withdraw, removing the condom and tying it off securely. I wrap it in a tissue and dispose of it in the nearby waste bin. I stand up and head to the bathroom, taking a moment to clean myself up. The cool water feels refreshing after the heat we just shared, and it helps me gather my thoughts.
After a quick clean-up, I grab a warm washcloth and return to the bed. Rolling onto my side, I pull her close to me, her heart beating steadily against mine, a comforting rhythm.
“That was . . . amazing,” she whispers, her breath warm against my chest.
“Yeah, it was,” I agree, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back. I lean down and press gentle kisses along her inner thighs, making my way back toher still-sensitive pussy. I plant a tender kiss there, savoring the remnants of our shared pleasure.
“You were so fucking incredible, Zoe,” I murmur against her skin. “So fucking perfect.”
She sighs softly, her body relaxing even more under my touch. “You make me feel so good, Max.”
I smile, moving back up to lie beside her, my hand caressing her cheek. “I love taking care of you,” I say, kissing her forehead. “You’re everything I need, everything I want.”
I reach for the warm washcloth and gently begin to clean her up. She watches me with a soft, loving gaze, and I can see the gratitude in her eyes.
I finish cleaning her, then pull her close again, wrapping my arms around her. “You deserve to be treated like a goddess,” I tell her, my voice sincere. “Because you are one, Zoe. My goddess.”
I can feel her starting to relax in my arms, her breathing slowing down. She’s exhausted, but I don’t want this moment to end. I want to stay here, wrapped up in her embrace, forever.
Whoa, forever? Where did that come from?
Is that something I can promise?
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Maximillian
There’snothing better than waking up next to the soft, warm curves of a beautiful woman—nothing quite like it. Except I haven’t done this since Angelina. After her I decided not to waste my time on senseless relationships that would end up hurting someone. It’s not like I was in love with her like everyone assumes. In fact, it was the lack of feelings that made her sleep with her instructor. I should’ve been honestwith her—and myself.
Maybe I’m no different from Tom the Tool and Zoe was smart enough to talk some sense into their relationship before they destroyed each other. This is one of the things I like the most about this woman. She’s smart. Not only brilliant when it comes to her field, but also street smart.
If only . . . but this is just temporary. Isn’t it? Though, spending the night with her, fucking her, can be catalogued as the ultimate religious experience—I worshipped her body all night. We even ran out of condoms. We’ll have to buy more or just use our mouths and bodies to bring each other pleasure. I’m sure that’ll be easy.
