Possess(The Syndicate: Crime and Passion 1)(28)

“And you’re not pretty…” he said as he filled his hands with my bare breasts, twisted my nipples, “you’re beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I replied breathily, the words welcome but not ones I could easily accept.

He continued to knead my breasts, his breath still brushing against my skin as he kissed my shoulder. “Do you believe me?”

“I do…” I said, wishing I did and deciding that wishing was close enough to the truth.

“You don’t,” he replied. “Remember all I’ve seen, little flower. Your pussy so wet for me, your ass opening to take my cock, your soft lips wrapped around my shaft. I’ve seen all that,” he said.

“You have,” I replied, the last word coming out a moan as he moved his hand down my stomach and back between my thighs. “But that was different,” I said.

“Different how?” he asked as he teased with his fingers along the edge of my panties.

“I wasn’t focusing on it at the time,” I said, proud of myself for being able to express reason when his thick fingers were driving me to the edge of distraction.

He let out a low chuckle. “I must work harder, make it so you can’t focus now,” he said.

Then he turned and pushed me so that I lay across the bed.

He stood in front of me and dropped his shorts, exposing his body to me.

I tried to look at him all at once but my gaze centered on his cock, hard, standing fully erect, seeming to be straining toward me.

He walked closer, and I was mesmerized by the sight of his hard length, the heavy sac underneath.

“Lie back,” he said.

“Okay,” I replied as I did.

He stood at the foot of the bed, eyes on me. “Open your legs,” he said.

I did, but slowly, lifting and then spreading them so I was open. The panties provided me some protection but not much, and as he watched me, moisture began to pool and then seep from me, my sex clenching with the need to be filled by him.

He came closer, reached for the waistband of my panties and pulled them down. For a moment, they stuck to my skin, the cream that had wet them sealing the fabric to my flesh.

But Maxim pulled them down and off my legs, discarding them over his shoulder, and then he stared at me, his eyes deep with passion, his body so huge as he loomed over me.

Then, he kissed my knee, and slowly began to make his way up the inside of my thigh.

“Maxim!” I exclaimed.

He just chuckled, his rough breath harsh against my skin and making me arch against him. When he reached my center, he kissed along the outer edge of my lower lips, and I grabbed his shoulder, trying to send him where I wanted.

“I thought you were embarrassed, nervous,” he said.

“I…” I trailed off and then looked down, the decadent sight of Maxim’s body between my legs, my thighs bracketing his shoulders, his lips so close to my most intimate skin, making speech impossible.

I smiled, especially when I met his eyes, saw something like teasing in the seriousness, something I so seldom saw from him.

Then his eyes darkened, and he shifted until his head was between my thighs and pressed his lips against my wet sex, kissing me greedily.

My hips arched and I would have lifted off the bed if Maxim’s heavy arm hadn’t anchored me in place.

Still, I squirmed as he kissed me, squirmed even more when he slipped his tongue between my lips and began to lap at my hole. When he moved his fingers across my clit, I exploded, and began to come, loud, so unabashedly I would’ve been embarrassed if I had been capable of any thought at all.

And still he continued, now licking my sensitive clit, then circling my hole with his tongue, moving lower to tease the skin between my pussy and ass.

“Maxim,” I said.

“Yes, little flower,” he murmured, his breath warm against my already-scorching skin, the brush of his breath only intensifying my pleasure.

“I need…”

“Need what, sweet Senna?” he asked.

“I need you here. Inside me,” I said.

He stopped then, looked up at me, and I moaned at the sight of his face wet from my juices, moaned again when he brushed his tongue across his lips. Then he kissed his way up my body and captured my lips with his.

I kissed him eagerly, loving the taste of myself on him, feeling both naughty and so very right as we kissed.

His cock was heavy against my thigh, precum leaking from it, and as we kissed, he moved up, notched it to my opening.

Then, mouth still on mine, he anchored an arm around my waist and thrust, filling me completely.

I exhaled, the sensation so different.

I’d only brought myself pleasure and had never had anything as thick as Maxim’s hard rod inside me. My walls burned and stung with the stretch, but despite the pain, his cock inside me was the most wonderful thing I’d ever felt.