Page 139 of The Billionaire's Obsession: Florida

“We’re outside,” she told him, panting with each stroke to her hardened nipples.

“You want me to stop?” he asked gently as he moved back, straddling her thighs, and lowering his head to her breast.

One touch of his lips, one stroke of his tongue, and she was completely lost. “No. Please.” Her arms moved involuntarily, her hands fisting in his hair. “I need you, Max. Now.”

“You’re so beautiful,” he groaned against her breast as he nipped and sucked on one nipple and teased the other with his fingers. “You belong to me, Mia. You always have,” he told her roughly as his mouth moved from her breast to her abdomen, licking a trail of fire down her belly.

Ready to cry with frustration, she sighed when he broke the ties that held the back and front of her bikini bottom together, parted her legs and slid between them, his tongue still placing decadent licks on her lower abdomen.

One swipe of his powerful arm yanked the bottom of the bikini away from her, throwing it away to land somewhere on the beach, the strings broken. Mia held her breath as his fingers skimmed over the neatly trimmed hair on her pussy, so different from before, when she’d gone for Brazilian waxing, a procedure that she’d always found to be akin to female torture. Obviously, whatever she had done, she hadn’t kept up the habit, instead settling for trimming and shaving.

“This is mine. So feminine. So sweet. So delicious,” he rumbled, his mouth already nuzzling against her folds.

Her breath left her lungs in a long moan, the feel of his lips on her trembling flesh and his searing tongue parting her folds completely destroying her. She was beyond caring about anything but that talented tongue, and she needed it on her throbbing clit more than she needed her next breath. “Oh God, please Max. Please.”

He opened her legs wider, spreading her out like a feast. And he gorged, leaving liquid fire wherever his tongue touched, making her entire body quiver as he devoured her. There was none of his gentle, slowly inflaming technique involved. His hunger was insatiable and he tasted her like a starving man who couldn’t stop himself from jumping on his food once he’d found it.

He laid siege to her clit, diving through her drenched folds to run his tongue around and over the enflamed bud, groaning as he slipped two fingers into her clenching channel. Her internal muscles pulled tightly around them, trying to hold them there and her hips lifted to take in more. More. She needed more. “Max. Please.”

She was needy and desperate, so ready for Max to take her. “Fuck me, Max. Please.”

She couldn’t take another moment of his teasing tongue and marauding fingers that were now curling and stroking her sweet spot as he teased her mercilessly. It wasn’t like he’d never went down on her before…but dear God…not like this, not like a man with a mission: bold, determined, and completely wild. It was usually foreplay, a tool he used to get her aroused and ready. But not this time.

Mia felt just like the waves crashing to the shore in the distance—turbulent and completely unable to slow the rising swell inside her. She whimpered as Max started to fuck her with his fingers, his strokes deep and hard, and he centered his total attention on the throbbing bud pleading for his attention. She drowned in sensation, rocking with the spasms that seized her body as she rode the most powerful climax she’d ever had. “Max. Oh, yes. Max.” She ended up moaning and shouting, unable to help screaming his name as he eked every ounce of pleasure that he could wring from her body by slowly, sensually licking the cream from her orgasm.

Panting, not giving her a chance to recover, Max stood and stripped his sandy, soaked jeans from his body, taking his boxer briefs down with them. Picking up one of the condoms, he tore it open with his teeth and sheathed himself. After he finished, he was on her in a heartbeat, thrusting his powerful, naked body between her thighs. “I think you’re the sexiest woman on earth,” Max said, his voice rough and graveled. “Hearing you moan, scream my name, making you come. Fuck. There’s no better feeling in the world. Except maybe having my cock inside you.”

Barely over the effects of her climax, Mia needed this man all over again. The yearning was cell-deep and necessary, a desire that transcended mere lust. She needed to be taken by him, consumed by him, joined with him. Max was the other half of her soul, and she wanted him now. “Fuck me, Max. Please.”

“Tell me you need me, Mia. ’Cause I know I fucking need you. I have to know you want me as much as I burn for you right now,” he said, his voice tortured, before his mouth took hers, leaving her unable to speak the words that she needed to say.

Mia gave as good as she got, her tongue tangling with his as he kissed her senseless. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she could feel his powerful body shudder as he entered and retreated with his tongue again and again, as though he needed to master her, conquer her, make her his with his body. Her legs went around his waist, her heels resting against his rock hard ass, urging him to join them.

“I need you. I need you so much I can’t stand it,” Mia gasped as Max released her lips. “I love you, Max. Always have. Always will.”

Truer words had never been spoken. She’d belonged to Max from the moment they’d met. She’d been running out of a coffee shop, her mind already on the multitude of tasks she’d needed to get done that day, when she’d run into Max. Literally. She’d dumped the contents of her large, non-fat latte down the front of his suit; she’d been mortified. He’d laughed, charming her immediately. And they were married six months later. Needing him, wanting him, had never been in question. Her insecurity was whether or not she was the right woman for him, the two of them being so very glaringly different, her past holding some ugly facts that she’d never revealed to him.

“And I love you, my beautiful, sexy Mia. Don’t ever leave me alone again,” he ordered arrogantly, though his velvety voice held a touch of vulnerability.

“I won’t. I promise. Fuck me, Max. I can’t wait any longer.” One more moment without him inside her and she was going to lose it.

Max rolled, taking her with him, his powerful arms around her waist. His hands moved to her hips. “You fuck me, sweetheart. I want to see you. I want to watch you come this time.”

She didn’t hesitate. Grabbing his hard, throbbing cock, she impaled herself on him, moaning as he filled her almost to the point of pain. Almost…but not quite. Max was well endowed, and he stretched her to maximum capacity, the walls of her channel giving way and then capturing him inside her. Her hands were resting on his muscular chest, and she couldn’t resist stroking his overheated skin, running her fingers over the light dusting of hair on his chest, smoothing over powerful biceps and shoulders.God, he’s a beautiful man.

“Oh, hell yeah. Touch me. Make me believe you’re really with me again,” Max rasped, grasping her hips and pulling out of her, only to bring her down again. And again. “No. Fucking. Better. Feeling.” Each word was punctuated with a thrust, a powerful slamming of his hips as he delivered each stroke.

Leaning forward, her body beginning to melt, Mia dropped her palms to the side of Max’s head, moaning as he controlled the pace and intensity of his thrusts. She might be on top, but her husband was completely in control, and he hammered into her relentlessly, like a man possessed.

Mia could feel her impending climax, and her entire body quaked. “Max,” she gasped, unable to verbalize anything else.

Removing his hands from her hips without slowing his pace, he grasped her hands in his, their fingers entwining as he captured her mouth. His tongue speared through her lips, mimicking the actions of his cock, and she bent to him, eager to be joined in every way she could be with this incredible man. Fingers entwined, their mouths fused together, and their bodies joined completely, Mia’s heart beat as one with Max’s. At that moment, they were exactly as they were supposed to be…completely woven and braided together, unsure of where one ended and the other began. She was teetering on the edge of orgasm, ready to plunge off the cliff to ecstasy. It was exhilarating. It was terrifying.

“Come for me, sweetheart. Let go,” Max urged against her lips as he pulled his mouth from hers, his cock still thrusting deeper, harder, his groin grinding and stimulating her clit with every surge of his hips.

Her climax hit her like an avalanche—powerful, wild, and completely out of control. She rode the waves as they came, moaning with every strong pulsation. “It’s too much. Too much.”

Releasing her hands, Max held her hips, plunging into her again and again, frenzied as he found his own release. “Never enough. Never enough,” he groaned, placing a hand on her ass to keep himself deeply inside her, as though he couldn’t bear to be separated from her.

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