“Good girl,” he rasps out as his breath hitches. “God, you give me exactly what I want.” The praise courses through me, and I’m salivating and desperate.
“I’ll give you anything.”
“Shit, Daisy.” He holds my wrist so I can’t move. “Give me too much, and I won’t get to do what I really want to do.”
“And what’s that?” I ask coyly, a grin playing at the side of my mouth.
“The same thing you want.” Max lowers his lips against my ear, and barely audible, he says, “To fuck you ’til you scream my name.”
Impatient, I reach for a condom from my nightstand. I’m on birth control, but I always use a second form of protection for one-night stands. I suppose this qualifies, even if it is with Max.
He rolls the condom onto his dick, not letting his eyes leave mine. He hovers over me, his tip nudging my entrance. “I want you to look at me,” he says—no,demands—and his tone causes my pulse to jump. “You look at me while I fill you up.”
He pushes into me, inch by agonizing inch, and I whimper because it’s not just his cock stretching me. I feel something bigger and brighter, something that almost makes me want to cry.
“Yeah? Is that what you wanted?” he asks against my lips.
“Yes. And more.”
He backs out and slides into me, faster this time.
“Oh god. That. Again.”
“How hard do you need me, Daisy?”
I bite back a moan at the sound of my name on his tongue. “Hard.”
He grips my ass with one hand, thrusting into me again and sending raw, almost punishing pleasure up my spine.
“S’gonna take a lot more than that to make me scream.”
“Never guessed you would like it so rough.”
“Normally I don’t.” I lock eyes with him for another agonizing thrust, willing him to understand that I’m not simply saying what he wants to hear. “Guess it’s something just for you.”
He slows his pace and takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger, gentle yet commanding. “Tell me if it’s too much, Daze.”
“I want ‘too much.’”
His devilish grin ignites a rush inside me. “You’re such a good girl for me.” He dips his head and nips at my breast. “Fuck, so good.”
“Max.” My voice is breathy, uncontrolled. He’s sending me back over the edge, pumping at a steady pace—in and out—so that at the peak, my skull bumps the headboard. He leans on an elbow, his hand padding the impact.
“Such a gentleman,” I say into his chest.
His lips hover by my ear. “Tell me that after I’ve made you come again.”
The sheer determination in his voice lights me up from the inside, but with every thrust, my head crushes his hand against the metal bars of the bed. “Here. Let’s switch.”
We do a clumsy tango as I guide him to the pillows and shift my weight so I’m now on top. I stroke his dick and then settle onto him with a sigh.
“Better?” I ask on a breath.
“Perfect.”
He rests a hand on one hip, gently guiding me forward and back. The friction makes me snap like a firecracker. He slips hisother hand between us, resting his thumb on my clit, which sings with pleasure. Max filling me up and rubbing against me is more than anything I’ve ever felt. Having him inside me feels like the safest thing in the world, even though it’s our first time together. And our only time.
It can only be this once.
