“Holy shit…Ah…Oh, God,” I moaned as Max pushed his cock all the way into me. He was so big that his massive girth stretched me so wonderfully slowly until he filled me.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, babe.” He began to pump inside me at the same time as his hands squeezed my ass. His lips found my breasts and he sucked them so hard that I nearly came from that alone.
“I could just suck on these sweet, plump tits of yours all day long. You are so sexy,” he groaned while still trailing hot, wet kisses and sucking on my breasts. I was about to fall apart at the seams.
“Fuck, you feel so wet. I can’t believe how tight you are,” he said, lifting me and placing me down on one of the lounge chairs, pinning me down with his large frame. The whole time he manoeuvred me to the chair, he managed to somehow still stay inside me. God, this man was amazing.
His hands slid down my ass, nearing closer to my puckered rosebud. No way…would he? Shit. The next thing I knew, Max was sliding a finger into my ass. I cringed at first at the sudden intrusion, but it felt oh-so-good at the same time.
“What the fuck, Max?” I screeched as he pushed in further.
“You like it, baby; don’t deny it. I can tell by your eyes. I promise I won’t hurt you, babe. Trust me; you’ll enjoy it. Relax,” he soothed me.
Max now reversed our positions and sat on the large chair, bringing me down on top of him. His cock was still snugly buried in my pussy and his finger lodged up my ass.
“Ride my cock, babe,” he demanded with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
“Wait, please. I’ve never done this position before. Max, I have no idea what to do,” I confessed.
He stared at me in confusion.
“What do you mean, you have no idea?”
“You might not believe me, but I don’t have that much experience with men. I’ve only had two sexual partners, and they weren’t that…um…good.”
He smirked, thrilled with my answer, and then grabbed my hips and rocked me against him. I began to move, slowly at first, growing accustomed to the position, and then faster. And that was when I realised that every time I came down on his cock, I was also coming down on his finger. It felt so wrong and so wicked but so darn good.
I started rocking on him, fucking him harder and faster just so I could experience the feeling over and over again; it was unlike anything I had ever felt.
“I told you you would enjoy it. Speak to me, baby; you like it, don’t you?”
“Oh, God, YES!” I sat up on him, arching my back and clawing my fingers at his chest. My body took on a mind of its own, gyrating as I ground into him; I was absolutely wanton. I was so turned on I grabbed my breasts and rolled my nipples between my thumb and forefinger, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body straight to my clit.
“Oh, fuck yeah. That’s it, Jada. Make it feel good; make yourself come.”
Max wiggled his finger inside my ass and I lost it. My orgasm rippled through my body at the same time as his.
“Max,” I whimpered. Sex with Max was literally earth shattering.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life,” he whispered, and I laughed.
“Me, either.”
He took my face into his hands and kissed me ever so gently. “This is only the beginning, Jada. You’re mine and I’m going to fuck you whenever and however I want.”
“Really? So sure of yourself, aren’t you?” Just the idea of having sex with him again was getting me all worked up again. He hugged me to him and rolled us over so I was now under him. “Mmm hmm.”
His hips moved, and I was shocked to find him semi-hard. Was that even possible?
“I’m not even close to being done with you,” he said. “I will pick you up at seven pm sharp for dinner. Be ready, Jada. We have a lot to discuss.” I closed my eyes and nodded at him like an idiot again.
CHAPTER FIVE
JADA
What the hell have I done?
I’m barely back home twenty-four hours, and I’ve already had sex with Max!
Max Brunetti, for crying out loud!
What was I thinking?
Oh, God, what have I done?
Had sex with the devil himself; that’s what I’ve done.
Did I regret it? Hell yes! I regretted the fact that I had been lusting after this man for years and the minute he touches me, I give in like some desperate nymphomaniac! Max Brunetti made my insides melt from just one kiss, one touch.
Did I regret the sex? Hell no! It was the best sex I’d ever had in my life. Never had I had sex with a man in such a frenzy. What must he think of me?
Waking up that morning, I had every intention to visit the Brunetti’s. I was using the excuse to visit my best friend Mia, Max’s sister, so I could talk to Max about a loan; maybe he could finance the Sinclair Winery and we could still keep it in the family somehow. However, seeing as Mia was not due back from Adelaide until Monday, I’d thought I’d spend a leisurely Sunday by the pool and catching up with my parents.