he eased a finger in. Then another, stretching me. With his mouth and hand working me in unison, my orgasm hit suddenly, launching me over the edge I’d been chasing.
My pulse thumped at the base of my throat.
My thoughts went hazy.
My eyes squeezed shut.
And I exploded, coming completely undone.
Maximo continued his fervent pace as he wrung everything from me then demanded more. My orgasm faded just to start building again before I even had a chance to catch my breath.
It was too much.
Too intense.
But as I fisted his hair, my hand abruptly switched from tugging him away to clutching him closer.
Because the overstimulated feeling faded, leaving need in its place.
“Maximo—” I started, my word turning to a sharp cry when he bit down on my clit and slammed his fingers in.
He lifted his head to look at me. “Who am I?”
“Daddy,” I corrected. “I need…”
His fingers pumped in and out, his thumb stroking my clit. “What do you need?”
“More,” I pleaded, mindless and restless and a million other lesses that I was too turned on to think of. “I need more. You.”
“You’re so fucking tight. I’ve got to get you ready to take me.”
“If I was any readier, I’d flood Vegas.”
“Christ. Jesus fucking Christ, you really are killing me.” Sliding his fingers free, he moved up my body to search my face.
If he was looking for doubt or reluctance, he wouldn’t find it. I wanted him. Badly. I’d never been more sure of anything in my entire life.
Maximo kneeled between my thighs, his spread legs pushing mine wider. He fisted his cock, lining up the head with my ready pussy.
I didn’t want there to be a barrier separating us, but I also didn’t want to be stupid.
“Have you been tested?” I blurted.
Maximo froze at my question. “I’d never risk your safety, Juliet. I’ve never been with anyone bare, and I haven’t been with anyone since I was last tested.”
“I’m on the pill,” I said, wanting to hug Ms. Vera for that. “And, you know, I haven’t… So I’m good, too.”
“Do you want me to use a condom anyway?”
I shook my head. “I want to feel everything.”
“Don’t say shit like that when I’m already working not to come.” He positioned himself again. With one last searching gaze, he lowered his eyes to raptly watch as he slowly pressed in.
Inch by long, thick inch.
Even as prepared as I was, it stung as he stretched me. I was so full, I thought I’d burst. I hissed out a breath at the unfamiliar intrusion.
But I wanted more. All of it. All of him.
I lifted my hips, pushing him in farther and crying out.
“I should warm your ass for that.” His muscles were tense, his breathing short and harsh. “But that would involve pulling out of heaven, so it’ll have to wait.” Holding my hips, he thrust in and planted himself fully.
He stayed like that for long moments that felt like long hours. My body adjusted as best as it could considering his size, and the restless neediness returned times a million.
I rocked my hips, but he squeezed them, pinning me to the bed so I couldn’t move.
“You gotta give me a second,” he said gruffly, his expression pained as he closed his eyes. “Told you it’s been a while, and your perfect pussy is squeezing me like a damn vise, I don’t wanna come in less than two pumps.”
“How long of a while?” I asked before wishing I could choke on the stupid question.
Or, depending on his answer, choke Maximo.
Opening his lids, he stared down at me. The look in his brooding, blazing eyes twisted deep inside me, imbedding in my soul until I knew I’d never forget it for the rest of my life. I could be on my deathbed at the old age of a hundred, and I’d still remember the way he was looking at me.
“A year, little dove.”
A year?
Holy shit, a year is a long time.
It’s also exactly how long I’ve been here.
That can’t be a coincidence.
My brows shot up, but before I could form a response, he finally moved. Slow, long strokes, pulling his length out before sliding back in.
Panic hit me as I realized I had no clue what to do. Did I move? What was I supposed to do with my hands? Was he expecting me to bend, twist, and throw my legs over my head like a Cirque du Soleil performer? Was he bored or disappointed?
My freak out—and all other thoughts—flew from my head as his