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Chapter 7

The minute Nikki opened her arms to him, Max pressed her beautiful body down on the mattress, carefully covering her small body with his much bigger one.

He needed to feel her...

“Hmm. Damn, you feel so good against me,” he whispered, his hands coming out to grab her waist before slipping down and grasping her hips.

He wanted to go slow, be gentle with her, but his need threatened to override his rational mind and he feared if he didn’t get control ASAP, he’d lose it and go balls-deep inside her before she was ready for him.

He brought his forehead to rest against hers.

“Are you...are you all right?” She asked the question breathlessly and he cursed himself, believing she was faltering beneath his weight.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to crush you,” he said, and began to shift his weight, stopping when he felt her small hand on his forearm.

“No, I’m fine! You’re not heavy...” Her words stopped him and he remained where he was, only shifting her legs so that he lay between them.

“I just wanted to know if you were, you know, okay?” she asked, and he groaned painfully.

“I am. I just needed a moment so I didn’t...hurt you. You’re so small,” he moaned into her neck, unable to resist the temptation.

She reached her hands up to wrap around his thick neck, replying, “I’m small, but I’m not fragile. I won’t break,” she said, and he dragged in a deep breath when he felt her turn her face into his neck, kissing the side with her full lips, her tongue boldly coming out to flick the lobe of his ear.

“Keep doing that, little girl, and you just might get what you’re asking for.”

“That’s what your mouth is saying...”

It took a moment for her sexual teasing to register. When it did he was torn between being turned on even more—if that was even possible—to admiration for her cute wit.

His dick jumped and the war was over before it started.

He needed her, now.

“Let me test it first,” he replied in a coarse voice. “I want to feel that pretty pussy of yours wrapped around me, trust me. But I won’t hurt you,” he said, and captured her lips with his before she could reply.

He shoved her legs farther apart, spreading her wide, and, placing his hand between them, sought her out. As he continued to kiss her, their mouths dueling as their sexual play grew heated, he inserted first one finger inside her clenching, tight heat.

“Oh, fuck!” he said, and slowly added another. Her walls came out to clench and tighten on his fingers, so tightly he knew he really had to prepare her.

He began to pump his fingers slowly into her vagina until she moaned against his mouth, grinding her hips as she sought more of him.

He slowly added one more finger, skewering it inside her even as she grew wetter with each drugging kiss, each twist of his fingers inside her body.

She whimpered against his mouth and he felt her need rising. But he had to make sure. She broke contact with his mouth, even as he continued his sensual assault. Panting, her chest heaving, she continued to work his fingers even as she pleaded, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper, “Max...oh, God, what are you doing to me?”

“I want that pussy juicy for me, baby.” Max could barely respond; his need was now making thought and communication painful to attempt.

“I—I’m ready, please,” she cried, keening and moaning when he continued.

He withdrew his fingers and brought them to his face, licking them clean as he’d done earlier, her essence flowing down the side of his hand.

His lips pulled back in a feral grin.

She was ready for him.

He leaned up and away from her, grasped his shaft at the midpoint and brought it to her entry. He leaned in and slowly began to feed her his cock. Slowly, carefully, inch by inch he gave her himself.

He felt the moment her feminine walls began to protest before the cry left her lips. He knew she was small and he was by no means even average. His dick was big, but he wasn’t a brute. He’d go without before he’d hurt her. The thought of her being hurt by anyone, including himself, brought along with it a surge of unreasonable anger.

He tossed the thought of why that was to the side and waited for her.

“Baby...oh, my God, you’re so big, I—” Her voice broke and soft whimpers tore at him.

He brought his mouth to hers and softly kissed her, whispering nonsensical shushing noises, seeking to give her solace.

He was only halfway in.

He brought his finger back out to play, this time focusing on her clit. Within seconds he felt the gush of liquid saturate the digit and relief made him tremble.

He slowly began to screw his hips and feed her more of himself until he’d given it all to her.

He captured her cry of pain and pleasure with his mouth, shoving his tongue deep.

“Nikki, baby, you are so hot...so tight and slick on my cock,” he grunted as he slowly began to stroke in shallow, controlled movements. “Damn, you feel good on me!”

Slow, measured, slick kisses mimicked the way he dragged in and out of her heat. He repositioned her legs so that he hit her clit with each advance and retreat of his cock.

With each hot glide, each stroke, he felt the hair around his groin brush against her smooth pussy, making his cock damn near explode with the incredible dual sensation.

On every level she intoxicated him. Her scent, her body...the way she moved. She was the total sexual package.

He lifted her legs so that they lay over his arms and, grasping her hips, he began to ride her.

Jostling her body as he rotated his hips, knifing into her sweet pussy, he gave short, controlled thrusts as her cream came out and saturated his dick, running down the side of her leg as she loudly cried her pleasure.

With a shout he threw his head back, the muscles in his neck straining, his arms shaking and sweat running freely down his face.

“Yes!” His roar filled the room as he ground into her moist warmth, his straining arms caging her within his embrace.

He felt her body tense and clench and knew she was ready to release. He thrust once, twice, and felt her body let go. When he felt her tightening walls and scream, he reached down and swallowed her cries with his mouth.

Within moments they went up in flames together, the orgasm intense, unlike anything he’d ever felt. It was as though a thousand butterflies were feathering his dick, toying with his balls.

Moments after they climaxed and lay back on the bed, spent, Max knew that his world would never be the same again. He thought of the file he’d had put together on her and the fact that he wasn’t exactly who he said he was. How would she react when he told her about the latter? There was no way in hell he’d ever tell her about the former but he knew that he would have to tell her who he really was if he wanted any type of real relationship with her.

He turned to look at her. Her beautiful eyes were closed, a content look on her gorgeous face.

“Damn,” he whispered, thinking, wondering how in hell he was going to tell her of his deceit.