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As a man who is normally in charge, I am extremely turned on by her taking command. I am pretty sure this woman is my dream girl.
When I lie back down, she gives me a devious smile and slowly lowers herself so that she is hovering directly over my cock. She shifts her hips to line me up against her opening, then rocks back to take me inside herself.
As our bodies join, it feels like we were made for each other. Her warmth envelops me as she slides up and down, deeper and deeper each time. I can feel her stretching to accommodate my girth, her lips squeezing me tightly as she moans in pleasure.
Once she works me all the way inside of her, she kisses me wildly and begins to bounce up and down on my dick. I havehad my share of sexual experiences, but she is pushing me beyond anything I have ever felt before. There is nothing I can do but lie back and let her ride me.
As if reading my thoughts, she lifts herself to sit up straight on top of me. I can feel the change in position shift my dick inside of her, and she clearly feels it too. When she places the palms of her hands flat against my abs to steady herself, her arms press her breast together, accentuating their perfect shape.
I wait to see what happens next as she closes her eyes and tilts her head back. Her hips begin to rotate in a circle, holding me inside of her. She moans as I reach new places inside of her, and her breasts begin to sway back and forth, transfixing me. She is using my body for her pleasure, and I would want nothing else.
I only have one good arm, but that doesn’t mean I am totally helpless. I slide my free hand between her legs and press my fingers against her clit, allowing her to rub against them as she moves. My eyes travel up her body, admiring her smooth stomach and hard nipples before making my way up to her eyes.
She is looking down at me with an expression of pure bliss on her face. I could not look away from her if my life depended on it. I stare into her eyes as I feel her clench tight around me, and I know the moment is about to come for both of us.
But here, now, in the height of our passion, I am sure of one thing.
This woman owns me, body and soul.
Chapter 18
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Chloe
I collapse against Max’s chest, struggling to drag air into my lungs after the amazing orgasm I just experienced. Damn, that was good.
“That,” he says, his deep baritone voice vibrating through me as he speaks, “was fucking unbelievable.”
I somehow manage to pick my head up from his chest and arch an eyebrow. “Unbelievable as in amazing or unbelievable as inquestionable?”
Maxwell huffs out a laugh. “Do you seriously think I had a questionable time? Unbelievable as in excellent or fantastic. I think I would even go so far as to say it was magnificent.”
I giggle a little and start to roll off of him, but he reaches up and stops me with his good arm.
“Don’t go,” he says, almost pleading with me.
“I just don’t want to crush you.”
“I am fine. I am not even wearing my sling anymore.”
“Yes, well, you are still recovering from a helicopter accident, aren’t you? I don’t want to set you back.” I think for a second before coming up with an idea. “Hang on, then.”
Not even considering my complete nakedness, I get up on my hands and knees to rearrange the pillows. I can feel his eyes watching me, and I can only imagine the view he must be getting right now.
“Lie here,” I say, pointing to the mound of pillows I have just made.
Maxwell follows my orders without question, sitting up and moving across the mattress so that his back is propped up with his legs out in front of him. I grab one of the earlier discarded blankets and sit down between his legs with my back to him so that we can both watch the storm.
“This is perfect,” he says as I cover us both with the blanket and relax against his chest. He wraps his arms around me and sighs contentedly.
We are positioned perfectly to see out the window. The storm has calmed slightly from its peak but is still battering the coast with violent waves. It is quite the contrast being so warm and cozy and peaceful here in his mansion. The storm might be howling outside, but inside, I have never felt safer and more protected.
As we lie there in silence, Maxwell gently runs his hands over every inch of my body that is within reach. His fingertips glide up and down my arms and stomach, into my hair and across my bare chest. It is almost like he has to keep touching me to make sure I am real. Like I am not some figment of his imagination.
His soothing touch calms my mind, and my thoughts begin drifting to the future. It is all so uncertain right now. For as long as I can remember, I have had to get up every day and go to work at a job I didn’t necessarily love to pay the endless bills that never seem to stop coming.
But after accepting Maxwell’s sizable salary offer, money is no longer an issue. So, what is next?
