What Maxi Needs (Leave Your Shoes On 3)

A soft laugh escaped her parted lips. She gazed at him with eyes that didn’t quite settle in their sockets—they seemed to dance all over his face. “I just came. Did you not notice?”

“Oh, I noticed,” he assured her.

“Like, within seconds of you entering me. Notice that?”

“Definitely.” He kissed her. Then he said, “Have you noticed you made me even harder?”

“Thought that would be impossible because you are…huge. Oh, my God. Like…so huge inside me.”

Her inner muscles worked his cock, making him increasingly tense, increasingly aroused.

“You’re testing my restraint,” he warned. “Just so you know.”

She smiled. A dazzling one that lit her sparkling sapphire eyes. “Sorry to have gotten lost in my own moment.”

“By all means, take all the moments you need.” He grinned. Then he plunged deep into her.

She let out another erotic cry.

He pumped steadily as she clutched his cock with her tight pussy, and her fingers coiled around the collar of his shirt.

“Oh, yes.” She moaned. “Just like that. God, I can’t remember the last time I felt anything so amazing. Maybe never.” Her ragged breathing filled the quiet room. “This is so incredible,” she said. “The way you fill me. Stretch me. You feel so good!”

Her hips rocked in time with his and she held fast to him, as though needing to be closer to him, as though needing all of him.

It drove Ryan wild how uninhibited she was. How willingly Maxi gave herself over to the pleasure he brought, without worrying about tedious things like how it’d smudge her makeup or how it might make her less than perfection personified in the eyes of high society. Always concerns of Elizabeth’s, despite their private life never being a hot topic for public consumption.

How could it have been a hot topic? There’d never been anything scandalous to talk about!

Pulling him from thoughts he needed to leave miles in the past, Maxi yanked the ends of his tie that she’d loosened previously and then hastily undid the remainder of the buttons on the flap of his shirt. She ran her hands over his chest.

As Ryan watched Maxi lose herself in the throes of passion, he found her more fascinating, more captivating, more sensual, and infinitely more beautiful than any woman he’d ever encountered.

And that spurred him on. He fucked her faster, and she responded excitedly, encouraging him with her hips bucking and her fingertips dipping into his shoulder muscles.

“Yes,” she murmured. “Just like that.” Her hips circled as his cock thrust deeper. Her eyelids fluttered closed. Sharp whimpers fell from her lips.

Ryan’s entire being—his very essence—responded to her. Jesus, the woman felt magnificent. It was a snug fit, to be sure, but she was wet and wanting him, making it easier for him to slide along her inner walls.

She was slight of build, and he could hold her up with one hand on her ass so that he could slip the other between their bodies and unbutton her blouse. He cupped her breast and caressed it through the lace of her bra. Then swept his thumb over her hard nipple.

“Oh, fuck, that’s good,” she said on a harsh breath.

He pinched and rolled the taut peak, and it made her hips jerk.

“Ryan,” she murmured, her eyes still closed, her sculpted face flashing crimson at the obvious heat coursing through her.

His head dipped, and his tongue replaced his fingers on her nipple. He licked through the thin material, then suckled deep.

“Oh!” She squeezed him tight as she reacted to his mouth on her.

Ryan thought he’d explode right that very second. Seriously, how much tension could his body take?

He was harder than ever before and on such a violent verge of coming, it was a wonder he could even concentrate on finding ways to further bring Maxi pleasure. But he was enthralled by her. And wasn’t ready to give in to the roaring fire in his veins.

He shifted his free hand lower and used his thumb to massage her clit while he teased her nipple with his tongue—lightning-quick flutters over both buds—and fucked her harder.

“Oh, yes.” Her voice was a mere whisper. Strained. Full of need. “Oh, God, yes. Make me come again. Please, please make me come again…”