Maxim (Carolina Reapers 10)

“I’m an Evangeline guy,” I corrected her, then sucked. Hard.

She cried out, her back arching, her hips rocking against mine.

Fuck, the heat of her felt so good that I couldn’t hold back my moan as I switched to her other breast, giving it equal attention. Over and over, I licked and sucked, until her nipples were rose-colored and her breaths were chaotic.

“Maxim,” she urged, lifting her hips against mine.

I took a steadying breath. “Tell me you’re sure,” I said, my hands already working the lace down her legs, leaving her bare.

“I’m so damned sure,” she assured me, nodding her head.

“Fuck,” I cursed. This had the potential to absolutely ruin us, and I just didn’t care. I needed her more than air, more than food, more than ice. My body screamed that it wouldn’t last without her sustaining it.

My underwear hit the floor and I rolled slightly, grabbing a condom out of the nightstand drawer and ripping the foil open.

“Can I?” Evie asked, reaching for the condom.

I nodded and sat back on my heels, groaning at the sight of her tongue as she licked her lower lip. Then her hands were on me, rolling the latex barrier into place and my eyes threatened to roll back inside my head. Her touch was pure fire.

“You’re gorgeous, Maxim,” she whispered, her focus darting all over my body.

“You’re perfect,” I countered, surging over her so she fell to her back.

Then my mouth was on hers, kissing her deep, and my fingers slid through the wetness between her thighs. “So wet for me.” She was swollen and slick, my fingers slipping along the swollen nub of her clit.

“Always,” she whispered. “I’m always wet for you.”

“I need you,” I groaned. I was so completely fucked. Once wasn’t going to be enough. I already knew that and I hadn’t even gotten inside her yet.

“Then take me,” she rolled her hips, pressing up against my hand.

“Not yet. Not until you come.” I dropped down her body and set my mouth on her.

Her hips bucked and she cried out.

I worked her with a single-minded focus, not teasing or drawing out her pleasure like I had before. No, I ripped the orgasm from her with teeth and tongue, sucking at her clit and lashing it with my tongue, swallowing her down as I stroked two fingers inside her pussy.

So was so fucking tight, so hot, so soft.

Her thighs locked, then shook, and she came, her body bowing beneath mine as her pussy spasmed around my fingers.

She was through the first wave when I withdrew and rose over her, my cock finding her entrance and pulsing.

“Tell me yes,” I demanded, so past asking that it bordered on insanity. If she said no, I’d manage it. I’d roll off her and fucking run for the nearest ice bath.

“Yes!” she cried, her hands in my hair as she brought her mouth to mine.

I drove forward and took her to the hilt in one long thrust.

“Fuck, Evangeline,” I groaned, my forehead against hers as I gave her a second to adjust. “You’re so damned tight around me. You feel so good. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” she whispered, raising her knees so I sank even deeper. “You’re so deep.”

“Hell yes, I am.” I pulled out and thrust in again, and she rippled around me.

“Maxim,” she groaned.

“Evie is what everyone else calls you,” I said as I started a rhythm, stroking her hard and deep, retreating only to slam back inside.

Her eyes flew open, locking on mine.

“Evie is someone else’s friend. Someone’s student.” I thrust and thrust, my words coming out just as choppy as my breathing as I fucked her across the bed.

She threw out her hands when we reached the headboard, bracing herself and using it as leverage to rock back against me.

“But Evangeline?” I kissed her hard, nipping at her lower lip. “Evangeline is mine.”

She whimpered and my control fucking snapped.

I fucked her like I’d been dreaming about for weeks, hard and deep, my hips crashing into hers over and over as her thighs cushioned every blow. She took every inch, every thrust, rocking back against me, rising up to meet me with every plunge until sweat dripped from our skin and our breathing was nothing more than strained gasps.

Pleasure coiled at the base of my spine and I held off my impending orgasm, feeling it reach for me.

“You have to come for me,” I ordered, “I need to feel you come around me.” I angled her hips so I drove against her clit with each thrust, and felt her thighs lock around my waist.

“Oh God,” she moaned, her head thrown back.

“Yes!” I shouted as she came around me, gripping me tight, pulling me right over that edge with her as blinding lights claimed my vision and pleasure consumed my entire body, filling every nerve ending as I found my release.