Page 182 of Are You Going to Love Me

“Max Baby.” Eden’s moans rose to the ceiling and resounded through the space.

“Mhmm. Fuckin’ honey,” he groaned, balancing her on the edge until he got his fill.

He sat back in the throne-like chair, his erection tenting his pants. Eden, still in a haze, panting and licking her lips, wiggled off the table and gripped his dick through his pants before proceeding to the balcony.

Maximus followed, a devilish grin on his face, finding Eden kneeling on the patio furniture.

“I watched that video over and over again. Fun night.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, best cold of my life.”

“Mmhmm, drop those and come here.”

Maximus wasted no time undressing and moving closer to Eden.

She reached out and grabbed his dick, kissing the tip before making it disappear and reappear. Saliva running down her chin, slurping and gulping, coaxing his milk to coat her throat.

He gripped her hair, thrusting his hips, biting his lip, groaning her name, inhaling the scent of her. “Eden, Eden, Eden.”

“Mmhmm,” she buzzed, knowing exactly who she was and what she was doing to her man. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Ass up. Hold on to the back of the chair.”

Eden licked him clean down his shaft to his balls before turning around.

Maximus pushed inside and shivered. “Fuckin’ missed this pussy.”

“Did you?” Eden taunted, squeezing her walls around him as tightly as she could. “Make me feel that shit, papa.”

Gripping her waist, his strokes were long and slow. “Mm, papa? That shit gon’ have you walking funny when you get back home.”

“You know I’m a little Trae Way bitch with a Trae Way switch,” she groaned, throwing her ass back to match his strokes.

“Muhfuckin’ right, mama. Muhfuckin’ right.”

As long as she could take his powerful thrusts, she did. Eden couldn’t remember when she passed out, but now that the sun was breaking the horizon, she was thankful to be tucked in his hold. Every inch of her ached with a delicious pain that reminded her senses of how he chanted her name and touched her.

“Don’t move,” he grumbled. “Stay here. I only got a few more hours to hold you.”

“You act like you missed me.”

“E,” he tiredly groaned. “You don’t get it.”

“Wanna tell me?”

“You embedded into my right side. I know you’re going to be right there. Even when I’m at the house, I know you're somewhere around. Whether it be your scent or your touch. You show up right when I need some grounding. Being out here without you is hard. And I can’t understand how I did time and was cool. You not being around me for days on end feels like a bid. I don’t like that shit.”

“You want me to stay until it’s time to start shooting again? Hm?”

He groaned. “I’m not trying to lose my cool either if something happens to you.”

“Brody and Keon are here, I’ll be fine. Ganton Hills and Whitestone, I can do those four shows and head back. If you need me, say you need me, baby.”

“I need you, E.”

She kissed his chest. “Then I’m staying. I got to get clothes, but I’m staying.”

“Take my card and get what you need. You done spent all this money on me.”

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