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With a final, powerful thrust, she cries out, her orgasm crashing over her. Her body shudders, her walls clenching around me as she milks my cock. The tightness, the heat, the knowledge that I’m the one responsible for her ecstasy—it’s all too much. I follow her over the edge, our release crashing over us in a tumultuous wave, our cries of pleasure mingling.
As I feel my seed spill into her, marking her as mine, the primal satisfaction is overwhelming. “Feel that, Zoe?” I whisper roughly into her ear, my voicethick with possessiveness and need. “That’s me claiming you, filling you up. You’re mine, baby. All mine.”
Her eyes meet mine, and in that moment, I know she understands the depth of my need for her. The intensity of our connection leaves us both breathless, wrapped in the aftermath of our shared passion.
“Please, say it, baby,” I plead, my voice trembling with desperation. “I need to hear it.”
“Yours, Max. I’m yours.” She rests her head on my shoulder, satiated, tired, but I see the happiness in her eyes and I promise myself that I’ll always keep her like this. Happy.
“You were amazing,” I murmur, my voice filled with admiration as I kiss her forehead. “You make me so proud. You’re perfect, Zoe. I love you so fucking much.”
Her smile is soft, and she snuggles closer, her body still trembling slightly from the intensity of our lovemaking. “Thank you, Max,” she whispers, her voice filled with contentment.
I hold her tight, our bodies entwined, and I know that this moment is just the beginning of many more to come. We stay wrapped in each other’s arms, our breathing slowly returning to normal. The world outside fades away, leaving just the two of us, bound together by love and desire.
Chapter Fifty
Zoe
“I feel used,”Max complains as we make our way toward the table where my parents sit, his brow furrowed, and lips pressed into a thin line.
I stop abruptly, my heart skipping a beat. Turning to face him, I raise an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
Max’s eyes dance with mischief, betraying the seriousness of his tone. “You used me for sex—so you wouldn’t be here on time,” he says, his fingerstightening around mine.
A vivid memory flashes before my eyes—me on my knees, taking him deep into my mouth, my lips stretched around his cock as he groans in pleasure. His hands tangled in my hair, guiding me as I sucked him eagerly, the taste of him filling my senses. I remember the way his eyes darkened with lust, his hips thrusting as he pushed deeper, hitting the back of my throat.
“Fuck, Zoe, you look so good like this,” he had groaned, his voice husky with need. “Your mouth was made for my cock. Take me deeper, baby. I want to feel your throat around me.”
The sensation of him filling my mouth, the way his cock throbbed as I took him in, was intoxicating. My tongue swirled around the tip, tasting his precum, knowing that I owned him in that moment. The salty taste mixed with the heat of his desire drove me wild.
“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” he murmured, his grip tightening in my hair. “You love sucking my cock, don’t you? Love making me feel this good?”
I moaned around him, the vibrations making him groan louder. My hands gripped his thighs, steadying myself as I took him deeper, my eyes watering but not wanting to stop. The power of having him like that, knowing I could bring him to the edge, was exhilarating.
“Swallow every drop, baby,” he commanded, his voice a low growl. “I want to see you take it all. You’re mine, Zoe. All mine.”
I could feel his cock pulse as he neared his release, my own arousal building at his filthy words. Theanticipation of swallowing his cum, knowing it would send him over the edge, made me feel powerful and desired. I was ready to take everything he had to give, knowing that in this moment, I owned him completely.
“I have receipts—and I showed them to you,” he insists, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
I snap back to the present, my cheeks flushing slightly. “You did, but that doesn’t mean I’m convinced,” I retort, trying to maintain my composure. “I’m pretty sure I’m cutting you off after today.”
“Oh, you won’t, Minx.” Max laughs, the sound rich and warm. He leans in close, his breath hot against my ear as he whispers, “You’ll do it again, and you’ll love every second of it. You’re so fucking good, Zoe. The way you take me deep, the way you make me feel. You’re my good filthy girl. Tonight, if you beg nicely, I’m finally going to claim that sweet ass of yours. I’ve been waiting for this moment, and I know you want it too.”
A shiver runs down my spine at his words, my cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. The knot in my stomach tightens, but it’s not just from nerves anymore. The anticipation of what’s to come later, the promise of his reward, sends a thrill through me.
We walk toward the table, my heart pounding with each step. As we reach my parents, Dad’s posture stiffens, his voice taking on a defensive edge. “Aren’t you Ethan’s friend?”
I take a deep breath, steeling myself. “His name isMax. Maximillian McCallister,” I say, squeezing Max’s hand for support. “You already know him, Dad.”
Dad’s gaze flicks between us. “Why is he holding your hand?” He glances toward Mom, who’s sitting unnaturally still. “Did you know anything about this?”
Mom’s eyes widen, and she leans forward, her voice dropping to a stage whisper. “What does this mean? Are you two dating?” Her gaze darts to Max, a mixture of curiosity and concern in her eyes. “Is his mother as crazy as Ethan’s?”
I feel Max tense beside me, but his voice remains steady. “My mother is a respectable woman,” he answers, his jaw clenching slightly.
“Yes, but the wedding—” Mom starts, her eyes already taking on that familiar, dreamy look.
