Page 64 of The Ruthless and the Strong

I didn’t get a chance to think any more about that when Max moved away from me and walked to the bathroom. I could hear the faucet turning on before he returned to me shortly.

My breath caught when I found Max grabbing the condom with one hand, and bringing me back into position with the other. A hint of apprehension went through me, and I didn’t know what had caused it, but it was gone just as quickly as it had appeared, and all that was left was my need and want for this man.

He opened the condom packet with his teeth and I clenched my hands around the sheet. My heart pounded as I watched him sheath himself, then he was moving over me, careful not to crush me with his body weight.

His eyes stayed on mine when he entered me, one tortuous inch at a time, before he settled all the way in. He didn’t move.

His cheeks were flushed, his pupils dilated, and his breathing labored. I squeezed around him, and I noticed a stutter to his breath. I did that.

I affected him. No matter how badly he wanted to keep his calm, he still couldn’t hide that fact, and that just made me feel like a goddess.

I cupped his cheek. “What are you waiting for?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”

Then he began to move.

Oh, God.

My hands moved to his shoulders and my nails dug into the skin there, trying to hold onto my composure every time he moved back inside me.

It had never felt this good. I had never felt like this before, and a part of me was sad that this was what I had been missing out on for years. But he didn’t give me a chance to dwell on that as he quickened his pace, moving against me in just the right way.

I couldn’t move, not with the position he had placed me in, and not with him on top of me, making me lose a little bit of sense each time.

“Max,” I yelled out.

He let out a small groan. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good. I love the way you clench around me. Love the feel of your warm, wet heat surrounding me. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.”

“Don’t hold on,” I said. “Take me harder, Max. Faster.”

He did as I asked, moving roughly inside of me. Sweat beaded on my skin, and I wanted to hold onto this feeling, but I didn’t think it would take much more.

He pulled back slightly then, and released the hard grip he had on my legs. I couldn’t hold onto the position with his help, and my legs moved down on either side of him, which I thought was what he wanted.

He moved his palms to the inside of my thighs, holding there so I couldn’t close my legs as he continued to fuck me. This position drove me even more wild.

“Come,” he said.

He changed his pace. Going from shallow, fast thrusts to long hard ones, slamming into me roughly and holding there, before doing it over and over.

Three hard thrusts and I was done for.

With a shout of his name, I came.

Max let go of my thighs and continued to pound inside me, prolonging my orgasm, three more times, then two more, before I felt him swell inside of me, and then he was coming on a shout.

I watched him, utterly and completely fascinated with the sight of him.

How did this happen? How could this be real? How could he be real?

I didn’t know, but I just wanted to hold onto him. Hold onto him tightly and never let him go.

My arms moved around his neck and I pulled him down toward me. He followed willingly, burying his face in my neck as his chest pushed against me roughly.

I smoothed my hands down his back, trying to catch my own breath.

I wanted to keep him so badly, tears dripped down the side of my face at the desperation of it.

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