Page 15 of Just My Luck

I tugged at his shirt, desperately needing to feel his skin against mine.

“Take this off,” I stated, releasing his shirt and pulling my shirt up and over my head.

“Mmm. They are as perfect. Just like I thought,” Maxwell grinned. His gaze locked on my breasts. His compliment had me absentmindedly unclasping my bra, dropping it to the floor, and letting him see all of me.

“Fucking perfect, Elaina.”

He removed his shirt and tossed it across the room then he turned his attention to me. His mouth greedily sucked my nipple, while his hand pinched my other nipple. The painful teasing had me ready to come unglued.

I lowered myself all the way down on his cock. My pussy throbbed and ached. My back arched. And my heartbeat raced.

Fuck, he felt so good.

“Now…” Maxwell stood up with me in his arms and his cock still buried deep inside me. He laid me on the couch, positioned my legs up against his chest, and stared down at me with a wolf-like grin plastered on his face. “Let’s give you a St. Patrick’s Day you’ll never forget.”

“Mmm. I’m all yours,” I moaned, rocking my hips; a silent plea of just how bad I desired him– needed him.

“Fuck. Good girl.”

He pulled out, leaving only the tip inside. I opened my mouth to protest, but then he slammed balls deep inside me. My nails dug into his back and a cry of ecstasy fled between my lips.

“Maxwell! Maxwell! Please,” I begged.

“You’re so tight, Beautiful,” he moaned. “So damn tight.”

He oved slowly in and out of me. The pace quickening with each thrust. Soon my breasts were bouncing heavily as he ferociously slammed deep inside me. My sceams of pleasure echoed throughout his apartment. I was sure Mallory would wake up but I didn’t care.

Maxwell felt too good to give a damn about anything but the moment.

“Maxwell! I’m– I’m about to–” My words were overwhelmed by the incredible sensation of us. Something I wished could last forever but the emotions became too much and my body shattered.

My pussy throbbed around his shaft. My back arched off the couch and I frantically searched for something to dig my nails into as a wave of euphoria rushed through me.

“Maxwell!” I screamed, when the orgasm finally peaked.

“Give me more. Soak me with your juices. Give me what I want,” he growled, never breaking his pace of ramming in and out of me. Nor did he ever take his eyes off me.

His sexy taunting words and bad boy look pushed me over the edge. I came again without warning.

“Fuck yes! Give me all of it,” he smirked cockily. No doubt because he knew just how good he made me feel.

Cocky bastard,I mused.

“Fill me with your cum,” I demanded. “Now.”

“Fuck!” he roared, gripping my legs and thrusting one final time inside me.

His body tensed and I felt his warm cum pumping deep inside me. Just the thought of that made me tighten around him and suck in a sharp breath.

“Fuck,” he gritted. “So. Fucking. Tight.”

Time ticked by with us both trying to catch our breath. He rubbed my legs and planted soft kisses on my ankles. He smiled down at me.

“You’re beautiful, Elaina,” he whispered. My cheeks burned from his words. Still couldn’t believe a man like him found me attractive.

“Thank you,” I whispered shyly.

“You’re ever so welcome.”

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