Page 182 of The Maxwell Brothers

A second later, I realized that was exactly what was about to happen.

He turned me around, so I was facing the wall. I was so excited to let him take the lead, shaking with need and anticipation and a crazy desire for him. I felt him at my back, chest to my shoulders, cock pressing against my right ass cheek. Goose bumps broke out on my skin. He smelled so decadent and delicious. He skimmed his hands down my arms, clasping our fingers together, then brought his mouth to my ear. At the same time, he propped our hands at the same level with my head on the wall.

"Keep your hands here, or I’ll stop," he said in a strong, no-argument-allowed tone. I didn't have to ask what he meant, because I knew exactly what he planned: to turn me on and give me pleasure. And I was absolutely in favor of that.

He kissed my right shoulder, moving down my arm. I could still feel his cock between us, pulsing. I gasped. He moved to my other shoulder, teasing me there too, before kissing down my back. The lower he went, the more aroused I became. I wanted him so much that I could barely breathe. I didn't know what to do with all this desire I had pent up in me. I couldn't even move my hands. But somehow, internalizing all this just made me more sensitive to him. I guessed that was his plan all along, and it was working.

When I felt his lips on my right ass cheek, I gasped, and then he slid one finger inside me. My vision dimmed at the corners. I didn't expect the wave of pleasure ricocheting through my body. It was almost too much. Then, just as quickly, he took his finger out. When I was about to protest, I felt a wet kiss on my left ass cheek, and he slid in two fingers. If I thought it was too much before, now I felt like I was about to explode. When he curved hisfingers, I cried out, pressing my forehead against the wall. My legs weakened. My pussy was on fire. I was so overwhelmed that I didn't even know where I was or what was happening. I just knew I was hyperaware of this pleasure andhim.

"I love seeing you like this," he said in the same rugged voice as before. Wait, no, it seemed even richer somehow, and it had an edge.

"Tyler, this is so good, so good. Can I drop my hands now?" I asked somewhat shyly.

"Why?"

"I want to touch you."

He said nothing for a few moments, and then he drew out his fingers and took away his mouth. For a split second, I thought he was carrying through with his initial promise to stop if I lowered my hands.

Then he flipped me around. I licked my lips, watching him take out a condom from his wallet and roll it on.Oh my!Tendrils of heat spread through my body. He moved his mouth from my pussy to my navel and then back down, putting one of my legs up on the chair by the entrance. He kissed my inner thighs slowly. I touched him, first tugging at his hair and then groping his shoulders. I loved his shoulders so much. I made a mental note to truly explore them tonight.

When he reached my pussy, I fisted his hair. There was nothing gentle about it; I wanted him so much that I was close to climbing on his face. I felt him smile against my folds before he pressed his tongue over my clit, and I pushed back against the wall, steeling myself. But the wave of pleasure was still crushing, and I cried out. The orgasm reverberated from my center throughout my whole body: my arms and legs, my throat. I blinked my eyes open, but I only saw black. I felt him kiss up my body, moving over my navel, between my breasts, and then finally up my neck.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful. I want to make you come all night and watch you."

"Mmm, I like that plan," I whispered.

He cupped my face with the hand he'd had on my thigh the whole time, drawing his forefinger and middle finger over my lips. His other hand was still between my thighs. Feeling his fingers over my mouth and between my legs at the same time was enough to bring me to the edge yet again in seconds. He knew just which buttons to press, where to kiss and touch to make me desperate for him. He knew my body even better than I did.

He looked at my mouth for a few seconds before sealing his lips over mine. At the same time, he cupped the backs of my upper thighs, brushing the tips of his fingers on my ass cheeks, lifting me. I propped my knees around his thighs.

He was still kissing me when he slid inside me, all at once, knocking the breath out of me. He was so damn huge. He stilled, not moving even an inch. I braced my palms on his shoulders, pressing my forehead against his chest and breathing hard until my inner muscles relaxed around him. The tightness I felt with him inside me wasn’t uncomfortable, just filling, and I shuddered with pleasure. The wall was cold and a bit rough, scratching my skin. His chest was so damn hot. He moved his hand on my ass to make a buffer between my skin and the wall, and I rolled my hips back and forth.

“Babe, are you okay? Was I too rough?”

“No, I love it. Please don't hold back."

He groaned, a loud feral sound, then slid in and out, and I knew he'd lost control. He was so in control of himself during foreplay and while he pleasured me, but once he was inside me, something unleashed within him, and that made me immensely happy. I clung tight to his shoulders, digging my fingers into hisskin. I wanted to touch him with at least one hand, but there was no way I could support myself with just one palm.

"Tyler, I want to touch you. I need it," I said in a pleading tone.

He slowed his pace, and then he stilled, looking me in the eyes. God, this man was just so sexy. He put me down, and then we went to the living room. He kept kissing my shoulder from behind with an arm around my waist. We only made it to the dining table.

I lifted myself on it, spreading my thighs wide. He looked at me with a wry smile before thrusting inside me. "You're so fucking sexy, Kendra, and you feel so damn good." Then his words turned to grunts, and instinct overpowered again.

I was overwhelmed by pleasure. Every muscle screamed for release, every cell tight with tension, ready to explode. I felt him thicken inside me, and his grunts turned feral, his thrusts desperate. And then we both gave in to pleasure.

I clamped down on him, throwing my head back and crying out loud, not even bothering to cover my mouth. I felt free with him, free to express myself. Wave after wave of my climax spread through me. It was like my orgasm had mini orgasms, and I realized it was because he was still thrusting madly inside me.

Sweat dotted his forehead, and a few drops landed on my chest.

"You didn't finish?" I said in surprise.

He slowed down, bringing me closer to him.

"I told you I want to watch you come all night. That means I only get my release at the end."

He held me to him, bringing me down from the table and swinging me around. He fondled my ass cheeks, patting them. I was sensitive from the two orgasms I’d already had, but even so, I knew he was going to make me come again. My knees buckled at the thought. He didn't slide inside me straight away. First, heskimmed his fingers up and down the side of my body. When I couldn’t take the tension any longer, I pushed my ass back. One second later, he was inside me. And even though I liked his plan of focusing on me all night long, I wanted him to climax, to feel overwhelmed just like I was.