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“Come here,” was huskily grunted in the swift motion of her seat belt coming undone and Maximus pulling her out of the passenger seat.

“Oh!” Eden yelped, prepping herself to straddle his lap. “Can’t wait for me to walk fifteen feet into the house?”

“Mm mm,” he groaned, gripping her chin and nipping at her bottom lip. Kissing and sucking her lips and mouth, roaming to her neck while his free hands gathered the fabric of her dress up her thigh.

Eden moaned softly under his touch. “Maxxx. You’re going to – ohh shit.”

The slur was a direct result of his fingers pushing the seat of her thong to the side and pushing two inside of her.

“How long you been like this?” he grumbled, pulling back just enough to see her eyes flutter and that bite of her lip.

Eden whimpered. “I’m not going to tell you.”

Maximus offered her a lopsided grin and pushed his fingers as far as they could reach. “Tell me.”

Gripping the lapels of his shirt, Eden sank onto his digits and groaned. “You can’t do this to me.”

“Tell me you don’t like it, and I'll stop.”

“I-I.” Her hips grinded without permission from her brain. “I can’t lie.”

“How long?”

Eden muffled an agonizing moan, dropping her forehead to his. “Since the night I met you.”

“I thought so. We going to establish some rules before you prance your ass in the house.”

“Okay,” Eden breathed. “I’m - I’m listening to you.”

“Check out is at noon or whenever I decide to get up off you. Ain’t no runnin’, baby. That’s number one. Number two, when I put my mouth on that pussy, it’s mine. I don’t share.”

“You need to apply that rule to you, too. I'm not sharing,” she groaned, removing herself from his fingers. “Rub that honey over your lips so you remember.”

Maximus cracked a wide grin, sucked the juices from his fingers, and grunted. “Let me get your ass in the house.”

Barefoot and traipsing over the hardwood floor, Eden could feel Maximus behind her.

He was towing the handful of things they collected as evidence of their first date.

What was supposed to be a few games turned into hours of Maximus letting her win and happily holding whatever prizes.

Her fingers twitched with the need to touch him.

Undress him. Taste him. It felt overdue.

“You said something earlier,” Maximus’ raspy voice filled her ears. “You said you like it raw if it’s safe.”

“I did.” She turned to find him, shoulders squared, gaze intense, brows fused. There was a flutter in her stomach as if he were going to tell her anything else than what she needed to know or hear.

“I’m safe. You safe?”

“I mean outside of giving you a headache and getting on your nerves from time to time, I’m safe.”

His demeanor softened as he laughed. “Eden.”

“Hm?”

“This what you want? Me? A gangsta?”

“A gangsta is only a part of the story, the foundation. I'd like to see what you grow into.”

Maximus licked his lips. “Yeah, me too.”

“So, are you coming to undress me, or are you going to keep asking me questions?”

Her chest rose and fell in anticipation with each step he took to close the space between them. Maximus pushed the strands of her hair out of her face, kissed her forehead, and picked her up off her feet.

“It’s been four years for me, E.”

She kissed his lips, sucking hints of her nectar from it and smiled. “Been longer for me. I’ll try and be gentle with you.”

“Don’t,” he groaned, nipping her lip. Eden wasn’t placed on her feet until they were in the bedroom.

Her hands tugging at his knit, his pushing the straps of her dress off her shoulders.

Out of his shirt and out of her dress, they stood there in silence like this was their first time.

Eden nipped the inside of her cheek, giving her the courage to reach out and unfasten them.

Maximus grabbed her wrists. “I’m mesmerized, but I ain’t no bitch, E.”

She mused at the glimpses of his dominance. Letting it play peekaboo was making her wetter. When he released her wrist, he stepped out and finished undressing himself. His hard dick swaying once free. Eden’s gulp was audible.

“Oh shit,” she grunted. “I don’t know what to do with that.”

Maximus unleashed a carnal laugh. “I’ll show you.”

The rumor that gangstas came with gangsta dick was about to be proven true.

Maximus led her to the shower; inside the thick steam, he washed her, and she returned the favor.

Eden studied every exposed inch of him. The scars along his back, torso, legs, and knees.

The flex of his muscles. The trail of hair over his chest and stomach.

Maximus was probably the most beautiful creation she’d ever seen.

Like Eden, he could sense the nerves coursing through her body. She wasn’t one of the girls from around the way who wanted to be bent over for bragging rights. Eden exuded power in her softness, and to tap into that fully, he needed to handle her with care until she stated otherwise.

Maximus placed her arms over his shoulders, palmed her bare ass and lifted her off her feet. Her back pressed against the wall as he gripped her jaw. Mouths fused, his hardness eagerly wanting to sink inside of her depths.

Between his mouth and his fingers dancing inside of her, Eden couldn’t figure out how he had her securely pinned against the wall and feeling like she was levitating. His mouth sucked, licked, and kissed from her pouty lips, neck, collarbone, breasts, down her midsection to her sleek garden.

“Hold on to the rail,” Maximus grumbled his directive, as he balanced her on his shoulders.

Eden couldn’t grab the rail fast enough before he dragged his tongue over her folds. “Mmm.”

“Mmm mmm,” he grunted, pushing his face into her folds as if he were trying to fuse himself into her. Maximus was tongue-tied and damn near ready to come apart at the taste of her. “This gotta be the milk and honey.”

Eden’s laugh was cut short as a moan rippled through her body.

One hand held the built-in rail in the shower, and the other sunk deeply into his wet curls.

Hips rotating against the fingers he pushed and pulled out of her tightness, his tongue doing somersaults on her clit was the recipe to her explosion.

“M-max,” she panted. Her voice warring with the rushing water. Her blowout ruined and reverted.

He bit the inside of her thigh, and they clenched around his face as she shook.

“Shhiiiitttt,” Eden groaned, her feet placed on the shower floor.

Standing to his full height, he peered down at her. “You good?”

He woke up something in her. Something that was now free to be sexy, to be humorous, and safe.

It was a part of her she hadn’t seen in longer than she was willing to acknowledge.

She hummed her answer, nestled between kisses and licks to his chest, abdomen, and once, on her knees, to his long thickness.

Pushing her saturated curls out of her face, she blew an exhale.

This was the dick people put in romance novels.

With the perfect inch to girth ratio to alter her interior design and brain chemistry.

Dick that was hers now to mark. Eden picked up the heaviness and kissed the tip.

Maximus planted his hands against the smooth marble wall and watched intently while she licked and kissed the tip.

Inch by inch, she pushed her mouth lower around him, opening her throat to take him as much as she could.

“Relax,” he grunted, reaching down to scoop the inches of natural hair into a ponytail. He flexed his hips, slowly pumping himself in and out of her cheeks. “There you go. Sexy as fuck. Just like that, E.”

With his encouragement, Eden turned it up a notch, taking her hands from the base of him to press them against his legs.

Her muffled moans fusing with his grunts and hisses.

Maximus’ toes balled as he wrestled with his control.

However, the first nut he was gearing up to experience that wasn’t the result of his hand was violently ripping through him.

He panted, “I’m finna nut, E.”

Muffled, she replied, still slurping and bobbing, “Go ahead.”

To add further verification that he could explode without interruption, she held on to the back of his legs to absorb the shock of his body clashing with her face.

“Aagghhh,” he growled, slamming his dick into her mouth, down her throat and his balls slapping underneath her chin and against her neck.

Eden welcomed the hot spurts of his milk. It coated her mouth, shot down her throat, and oozed down her chin. Her eyes, gleaming up at his intensity, unbeknownst to her, were aiding his slip further into her abyss.

“Fuck, E,” he breathed, pulling himself from her mouth and then pulling her up to examine the mess he made. “I hurt you?”

“No,” she rasped. “I’m okay. You okay?”

Her hands were back in his hair.

“Outside of this cold ass water stabbing me in the back, I’m good.”

Eden giggled as she reached behind him and turned it off. “Gon’ let me warm you back up?”

A smile formed against his lips. “Reverse that, you don’t have any control until the morning.”

Eden clenched her thighs.

“Yeah, I knew you liked that shit.”

Stepping out of the shower, Eden dried off just enough before Maximus was hiking her over his shoulder. A contagious laughter filled his space. Eden brought joy and life along with her, and for Maximus, that was the most addictive part. Or so he thought.

“Can I dry off? Oil my legs?” Eden giggled.

“Uh uh, we can spark a fire together,” Maximus rumbled into her skin, after dropping her in the middle of the bed.

Her eyes trailed him as he mounted the bed and pushed her legs open with his knee. “You don’t have lotion, do you?”

“Uh uh. Ran out,” he uttered, trailing his tongue over that spot on her neck that made her squirm earlier.

“Mmm, you found one,” Eden’s giggles fused into sweet moans. “Find another one.”

“Gon’ give me a hint?”

Eden leaned up to nip his lip. “It’s inside.”

“Heard you.”

With her thigh kissed and hooked in his arm, he pushed against her opening. She tensed under him, closing her eyes and turning her head. Maximus turned her face back to him. “Open them.”

Eden fluttered her eyes open, mouth gaping just enough to pull sharp gasps through as his dick expanded her opening. “I-”

“Look at me, baby. I ain’t gon’ hurt you,” he said, locking his eyes with her. “You trust me?”

“Mmhmm,” Eden whimpered.

“You gon’ let me find that spot?” he questioned, and she nodded her head again.

“Nahh, Honey Baby. Use your words.”

Eden nodded. “Yyeeessss.”

“Yeah, there you go.” Maximus pushed deeper with each stroke until he was deep enough to hit a spot that made her yelp and attempt to pull back.

“Max! Shiiiitttt.”

Her hands moved from his chest to his waist.

“Uh uh. That’s that muthafucka ain’t it?” he grunted. Eden’s hips advocating for her, but her head swayed. “Nah?”

“Mm, no, it’s new,” she breathed a moan. “Fuuuuhhhh, what you doin’?”

Maximus pinned her hands above her head. Slow, controlled thrusts to get her adjusted to his size welcomed a mix of whimpers, moans, and pants. “Keep those fuckin’ eyes on me, Honey Baby.”

She got wetter.

“What are you doing to me?” she cried.

One hand holding her arms in place, the other around her throat and a thumb in her mouth, Maximus grinded in and out of her with heavy strokes, pushing her closer to the headboard.

“Keep squeezein’ that tight pussy around me, E. Cover that shit up.”

“Baby. Max. Mm.” Her eyes fluttered closed.

He squeezed her neck a little tighter. “Open those beautiful eyes. Don’t stop looking at me. I need your eyes on me. Okay?”

“Okay,” she whined, coming undone underneath him.

“Put your milk on this shit, heard me?” he grunted, releasing her neck and hands to lace his fingers in hers. “Cream on me so I can find another spot.”

“Max, baby,” Eden moaned, feeling like she was falling into a million pieces right in his arms.

“Ssss ohh shit. There you go. Look at you.”

Eden coated him in her nectar, shaking and panting. Maximus pulled out and watched her writhe in pleasure. Stepping off the bed, he pulled her to the edge.

“Turn over, put that pretty ass up.”

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.”