I have no clue how or when we got here, I was so lost to what I was doing to Max.

Turning back to look at him, I grin as I manage to stroke upward on his cock with my hand. “When did we get home?”

He doesn’t answer me but groans again over the sensation and then his hands are on my face and he’s kissing me savagely. I fall into him, one hand still wrapped around his shaft, the other curling into his shirt. He possesses my mouth, causing me to moan in surrender to him.

When he pulls away, he rubs his nose along mine and murmurs, “Loved that mouth on me, babe, but I want inside of you too badly.”

My eyelids flutter closed over the gentleness of his voice mixed with yearning.

He wants me.

He wants inside of me.

“Let’s go inside,” I whisper.

Max pulls his face back from mine, and despite the tenderness of his words, his eyes are raging with need and lust. It causes a cramp to hit me dead between the legs, and I swallow hard over the lump of emotion brewing down deep as I can see just how much Max wants me written all over his face.

We stare at each other just a fraction of a moment, then both of us are pushing away from each other and scrambling out our respective doors. He waits for me at the front of the car, his pants half zipped up to hold them on his lean hips but the head of his cock sticking out of the top, shiny with pre-cum and my saliva. His hand reaches out to me and as soon as we lock digits he’s dragging me through his garage then lets me precede him into the house, finally pushing me up the two small steps that lead into his laundry room.

With his hands on my hips, I don’t need him urging me forward and practically take off running through his kitchen, past the wide hall that has a staircase that leads to the basement and into the formal living room with his master bedroom just on the other side. In fact, I see the door to his bedroom within sight, but suddenly his hands are gripping my hips hard and he turns my trajectory to the left.

Right to the low-backed sofa done in cream with a geometric print of various-sized rectangles in burgundy, mocha, and khaki.

I gasp when he pushes me right to the back of the sofa so the tops of my thighs hit against it, and then his hands are at the front of my jeans and he’s tearing at my button and zipper. I can hear him breathing harshly behind me, the pants of air from his mouth hitting my cheek as I crane my head around to look at him.

Just as he gets my jeans open and starts to push the denim along with my panties down, his eyes snap up to mine and he gives me a dark look of frustrated need, even as his lips curve upward.

“Sorry, baby . . . but said I needed inside you badly,” Max says by way of explanation. “You wet for me?”

“I’m thinking that’s a sure bet,” I murmur with a smile.

“Better check,” he says devilishly and his hand is between my legs. The minute his fingers brush against me, we can both tell that I am indeed soaked for him, and my head drops down, my eyes flutter closed.

But it’s only a teasing touch because he pulls away and starts to pull my jeans and panties down to my knees.

His breath fans across my thighs as he rumbles, “You are so fucking beautiful.”

A ripple of pure lust fans out across the base of my spine, pulses through my belly then settles low between my legs. The tremor in Max’s voice as he roughly pulls at my clothes and the reverence in his voice are enough to have me panting for him, my pussy clenching with need.

“Hurry,” I whisper as I brace my hands on the back of the couch.

A rumble . . . maybe a snarl from Max as he continues to yank at my tight jeans. Definitely a snarl next and he mutters “Fuck it” before he stands back up. I hear foil ripping and I turn my head to see him quickly rolling a condom on. Then his hands are pushing my shirt up my back and I feel the tip of his cock rubbing between my legs from behind.

He pushes tentatively at my entrance, and while my legs are spread somewhat only by the grace of stretchy denim, he still has to work to get inside of me.

Finally, my slick folds give way and he punches in a few inches. He hisses in pleasure and I moan over the fullness just the tip of his cock provides me.

“More,” I murmur as I wiggle my hips a little.

He slides in more and I hear another rumble of satisfaction deep within his chest. I arch my back, pushing my belly button downward and raising my ass to give him a better angle.

He praises me. “That’s it.”

He sinks in another inch and I almost start to sigh with relief, but then he’s sliding back out.

I make a sound of protest, curl my fingers into the cushion on the couch and try to push back at him. But then he’s slamming inside of me and I can’t help when I cry out, “Yes. God . . . Max . . . just like that.”

“You want it hard?” he growls as he pulls back, almost to the tip, and slams back in.

It knocks the breath out of me so all I can do is frantically nod my head and rotate my hips, silently begging for more.

“Feel good?” Pull out, slam back in.

Again I nod my head viciously and grunt like an animal when he bottoms out.

Max’s hand runs up my spine—under my shirt, over my back bra strap—gently stroking my skin, even as he pulls out and drives back in with brute force, with one hand still holding tight to my hip.

His hand glides all the way up until his strong fingers grasp the back of my neck. I hear a low hum from deep within his throat as he pulls back once again, his cock slowly sliding out of my wet channel, pausing just a moment so he doesn’t slip free.

His hand tightens on my neck. His fingers dig down into my hip.

Then he drives into me harder than ever and I cry out in pleasure because he just exploited some magical spot inside of me.

With him pinning me by my neck and hip so I can’t move, Max sets a brutal pace on my body, tunneling in and out of me forcefully. I want to turn my head to look at his face. In my imagination he’s flushed red and his eyes are pinned to my ass as he watches his cock pistoning into me.

But I can’t because I’m held in place by strong hands, and I realize . . . I’d rather have that. I’d rather have him controlling me in this moment, letting him finally take something he wants, all with the knowledge I’ve driven him to this almost animal state.

“You okay?” Max rasps out as he fucks me.

No . . . as he throws himself into me.

“More than,” I manage to get out in between grunts and pants.