Page 82 of Are You Going to Love Me

Eden, still feeling him inside of her, turned over and poked her ass up. “You got demands, turning me inside out like that.”

Maximus licked the cream leaking from her before thrusting back into her.

“Ahh fuck!” Eden’s head dropped as she gripped the sheets.

Spanking her ass, he pumped in and out, pulling her head back by her hair. “Throw that ass back like this your shit, Honey Baby. Heard me?”

Eden bit down on her lip and threw her ass back. “That’s my shit.”

“That’s your shit, baby,” he growled, slapping her ass. “This your muthafuckin’ shit. Pretty muthafucka.”

twenty-nine

. . .

Like any other morning,the light burst through the uncovered window with a vengeance. A brutal reminder that there was another day ahead, with anxiety and uncharted trouble to plague his mind. But this morning, the shine of the sun felt different. Warm and welcoming.

He inhaled, then hummed as the scent of Eden’s essence danced in his nostrils. Tiredly, he reached out, praying she was still there. He found her knocked out, holding the pillow, her ass poking out from under the covers. Most beautiful sight he’d woken up to. Rolling over, he pulled her back into his front. Her damp curls brushed over his chest.

Up until three hours ago, they were still connected, exploring. He caressed her bare body, satisfied just to have her in his arms. Eden moaned tiredly before her voice rasped. “You mean you had me wrapped around you for hours, and you still want more?”

“Nah, just happy to have your pretty ass in my arms. I could’ve sworn you were going to run off.”

“To where? I’ve been thinking about peeing for twenty minutes and my legs won’t move,” Eden whined. “I think you broke them. Had me spread open all over this room.”

Maximus pulled himself from her, pushing his body off the bed before scooping her up in his arms. Trekking into the bathroom, he set her on her feet. “You hungry?”

“Is that a real question?” Eden posed, easing down on the toilet seat. “We never made it to the leftovers.”

Maximus sat nearby while she relieved herself, unfazed by his presence. “You had pussy on my plate, I wasn’t coming off that.”

“I could say the same,” Eden buzzed, handling her business, then slowly moving to the sink to wash her hands. “And now look at me. Doing the duck walk.”

“I hurt you?” Maximus questioned, a tinge of pain in his chest.

She swayed her head. “No, I’m fine. Evidence of a good night, and the bad part is, I want more. But I also want to shower, and I want to sleep. Eat. Fuck. And do it all over again.”

Maximus had already moved to the shower to turn it on. “Anything else?”

Eden smiled softly. “I think that’s about it. What about you?”

“As long as I'm in here all day with you, I have no complaints. Actually, I prefer to be in here with you all day.”

“Keep it up, I'm going to think you like me more than just kicking it,” Eden hummed on her way to the shower. “You coming?”

“You want to be hanging off the bar again?”

“Nah, I want to sit on it,” she spoke, motioning her head to his erection.

“Heard you.”

Following her lead, he relieved himself, washed his hands, and stepped into the shower behind her. Grateful for the double shower heads, he watched as Eden let the hot water dance over her. He faced her, washed himself, and then sat on the bench. Eden finished washing their session from her body before moving across the vast shower to mount him.

“Take it easy on me,” she hummed, relaxing her walls to take him in.

Maximus caressed her breast, hips, and clit. When he filled her up, he wrapped his arms around her and controlled his thrusts.

Eden draped her arms around her shoulders and kissed his lips. “I think you like me.”

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