Page 15 of Maximus (Gold Team #4)

I gathered her hair and watched my cock disappear between her lips, coming back out wet before she took me deeper. Best goddamn blow job ever. And it had nothing to do with technique and everything to do with her wild abandon. In less time than I cared to admit, Eva had me near release .

“You gotta stop, Eva, I’m gonna come.”

She hummed her approval, dug her nails into my ass, pulling me closer, and took my cock to the back of her throat. Fucking hell .

“Seriously, Eva, I’m gonna come, baby. Pull off now if you don’t want me in your mouth.”

Eva did not pull off my cock, she doubled her efforts, until my hands in her hair tightened, and I took over.

And, Christ, she let me, going to her knees in front of me, wide, pretty eyes looking up, and she gave herself over.

Her hand fell away from my cock, allowing me to set the pace.

Holy hell, perfect . I fucked her mouth harder, watching her closely, not wanting to hurt her but wanting to see how much she could take.

“Touch yourself,” I demanded.

The hand that had been on my cock went between her legs, her other one moved from my ass to my balls, and she not so gently rolled and squeezed them until my vision went blurry and my head dropped forward.

“Are you wet for me, honey?”

Eva hummed her answer, the vibration on my over-sensitive cock pushed me closer to release.

“Fuck, yeah. Can you take more?” She nodded and closed her eyes. Hell, no, that wouldn’t do. “Open your eyes, I want to see you.”

Slowly, her dazed gaze came to mine. Nothing but desire filled those crazy-beautiful, yellowish eyes and I couldn’t hold out any longer.

Heat rushed up my spine and sweet bliss shot out of my cock, filling her mouth until my come spilled from her lips.

So goddamn sexy. I slowed my thrusts and Eva took over, swallowing what was left in her mouth before she licked the head and pulled off.

My hands went under her armpits. I hauled her up off her knees and tossed her on the bed. Her surprised squeak filled the room, followed by a moan when my mouth landed on her pussy.

Fuck yeah, she was wet—it was dripping down her thighs—and if I wasn’t in such a rush, I would’ve licked her clean, savored her taste. But I had a singular mission and that was to get her off as fast as I could so I could fuck her.

There was no doubt she was of a similar mindset—her hips surged up, grinding hard against my mouth, her hands were in my hair, and she was yanking me closer.

Hell, yeah.

I couldn’t get enough, not of her taste, her heat, her desire. I wanted more, more of everything, but mostly I wanted her just as crazy with need as I was.

She was intoxicating, all of her.

“Max.” Hearing her groan my name had my spent cock stirring back to life.

I slowed, deciding it would be more fun to tease her, hear her beg before she fell over the edge into ecstasy.

“Yeah, baby?” I asked, then flicked my tongue over her clit.

“More.”

“More what?”

“Your mouth.”

I pushed her legs wider and made a show of looking her over. It didn’t take long for her to start squirming.

“Max,” she whimpered and my eyes went to hers. “Please.”

I was fucked, totally and completely. With just one look into her lust-filled gaze, I knew I’d give Eva Dawson whatever she wanted if she promised to look at me with those lazy, soft eyes.

Fuck, yeah, I was in trouble.

I wasn’t supposed to be having these thoughts. I wasn’t supposed to feel anything but blinding pleasure .

Time to shut this shit down . Promises and emotions had no place in the bedroom or in my life.

Pleasure, that was all I could give—there was nothing else inside of me, I was a barren wasteland of nothingness.

I slipped a finger into her sleek, hot, wet center and grunted, “Goddamn, you’re tight.”

Eva’s hips bucked and I worked a second finger into her and lowered my mouth to her clit. Yeah, I could do this. I could eat her pussy to orgasm, then fuck her until she was boneless.

I was good at this—dirty, emotionless sex.

With my fingers and my tongue working her over, it didn’t take long for her back to bow off the bed, her thighs to quiver and tighten around my head, and finally her pussy to convulse as she chanted my name.

And there it was again, my name falling from her lips and filling me with warmth.

No, lust. That’s all it was, all it could be.

That was precisely what I was telling myself when I pulled my mouth off Eva’s pussy, licked her excitement from my lips, savored the sweet, tangy taste, and for the first time, I allowed myself a moment to fully take her in.

Unhurried in my perusal, I examined every inch of her as I crawled over her—from her flat stomach, protruding hip bones, perky tits tipped with the sexiest erect nipples, all the way up to her pretty face, flushed and tinged pink.

“Max.” I looked down at her and knew I shouldn’t be doing this but I was going to anyway.

I had nothing to offer her, nothing to give—nothing but the here and now and instant gratification that would wear off the moment I rolled off of her.

I knew it, yet I couldn’t fucking stop myself from having her.

It was like a compulsion, a need so deep it couldn’t be denied.

The tip of my cock nudged her opening and a tingling of awareness somewhere in the back of my mind told me this would be my undoing—I’d never come back from this moment.

“Please,” she begged.

I snapped.

I surged forward and drove my cock into her silky, hot pussy. Then I froze—my cock planted deep, my eyes locked on hers. Therefore I saw them gloss over, turn hazy, and her lips parted on a swift exhale.

Shit, fuck, what have I done?

I shoved my face into her neck, blocking out every emotion as they crashed over me, shattering me into tiny shards of pain.

Goddamn, why did Eva Dawson feel so right?