Magic Man Read online

  Maxwell grabbed me and pushed me against the door, eliciting a small gasp from me. “How do you want this, baby?”

  “I want you to be real. Honest. Show me what YOU want. I’ve never felt so much like a woman as I do when you hold me, and when I feel how much you want me.” I swallowed hard and tried to communicate with my eyes how much I needed him, how much I needed this.

  Maxwell nodded and undid the first few buttons of his shirt. My eyes immediately dropped to that small amount of exposed skin, and I trembled with urgent need.

  He spoke with a rough voice. “I can be real with you, I know that, but right now I feel like a fucking savage. I won’t hurt you, but I need...” His eyes closed briefly and then refocused on mine with laser sharpness. “I need a lot from you. Promise me you will tell me to slow down or even stop if you need to. I will stop with one word from you.”

  My breathing picked up.

  “Promise me.” Maxwell murmured those two words against my throat, eliciting a moan when he bit down with a gentleness that drove me wild.

  “I promise.” My words were so faint, they were hardly more than air, but Maxwell heard me loud and clear.

  He picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. I held on to him, my heart beating wildly. He sat me back down on my feet beside my bed, and even though he was gentle with his movements, I had to clutch at his arms to keep from falling at his feet.

  Maxwell kept his voice low, even though it was just the two of us. He ran his knuckles down my cheek as he spoke. “I want to be rough.”

  “Okay.” I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I kept my reply short.

  “I want to manhandle you.” He cocked that sexy eyebrow at me, waiting on my response.

  “Okay.” Damn. My pussy clenched with want.

  “One word, and it all stops.” Maxwell glared at me.

  My voice was gone at last, so I nodded.

  He pushed me back on the bed, so hard that I bounced a little. Gasping, I scrambled up on my elbows, lying on my back, but my eyes gave away my incredible need for more.

  A voice in my head took the time to remind of that terrible night in that classroom so long ago. I acknowledged the comparison, remembering the bruising grip of my rapist and my total fear. But there was no comparison between the two nights. I wanted Maxwell so damn much I was about to cry.

  And then he was on me.

  Maxwell used one strong hand to contain both of my wrists, and he wrenched them up above my head. His other hand found the zipper on the back of my flirty little dress and tugged it down. He made no move to remove the clothing; instead, he pushed up the short skirt and exposed my navy lace panties to his eyes.

  He took his time. My thighs fell open beneath him, and he took full advantage of my helplessness. His eyes roamed over my lace covered pussy, and he grunted deep in his throat. He wrapped my fingers around the wrought iron of my headboard.

  “Don’t let go.” His voice was deeper than ever.

  I got wet hearing his commanding tones. I huffed out some sound that was supposed to indicate agreement, but I had lost my words forever, it seemed.

  Maxwell lowered his face to my exposed belly, and he rimmed my belly button with his tongue. My stomach quivered, and he responded by rubbing his scruff against my tender skin.

  I panted, desperate for air, as he ran his nose lower, lower... oh, my goodness, right there! He pressed his nose to my clit, and I whimpered. Then, he licked me from my clit to my backside in one slow, delicious glide that had me crying out in delight. He pushed my leg up to give him better access, and then he bit my ass cheek, hard.

  I moaned out loud. This was such delicious torture that I had never dreamed of, would never have been able to articulate in the pages of my naughty journal. But I had tried. It seemed my deepest, darkest fantasies were finally coming to life.

  Amen to that.

  Maxwell wrenched my panties from my body and spread my thighs without ceremony. I was totally exposed to his knowing gaze, and it was almost too much. Almost. But I would never put a stop to this. I was addicted to his touch already.

  I watched him, watching me. He used his thumbs to spread me open, and he smiled. “So wet. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

  “Yes!” I gasped, causing Maxwell to look up, a glint in his eyes.

  “Do you want a reward for being so good, kitten?” His voice was raspy and only increased my desire for him.

  I nodded, a touch frantic. Sign me up for rewards, please.

  He surprised me by having me sit up, but I was okay with the change in position when he pulled my dress over my head. I sat before him wearing only my strapless bra that matched my panties.

  It was my only matching set, my only underwear that even came close to sexy. I made a mental note to go shopping after payday. I wanted more sexy clothing to wear for him if I got a second chance to be with this man.

  “I’ll buy you all the sexy panties, baby. Don’t worry about spending your money.” He traced a line under my bra.

  I nodded again, and then it hit me. “Wait, what? How did you know what I was thinking?”

  Maxwell smirked. “Your face is expressive. As soon as your bra was revealed to me, I could tell what you were thinking. You want more sexy lingerie. I want to buy you sexy lingerie... We are a match made in heaven.”

  I didn’t quite understand what he was saying to me, but I would save further examination for later. Now was not the time because I had better things to focus on.

  Maxwell unhooked my bra, and my breasts sprang free. He licked his lips like a man who has been denied food for days, and then he dove in for the feast. Licking and sucking, he went wild, and I approved. Oh, boy, did I ever approve. I found myself clutching my breasts with both hands, holding them up for him to devour.

  He sat down on the bed and flipped me over his knees without warning. Staring at the floor in confusion, not quite sure how I got there, I muttered a protest.

  Maxwell slapped my ass, hard. “Unless you need to tell me to stop, I don’t want to fucking hear it.”

  He used one hand on the small of my back to hold me down, and the other began to rain firm smacks all over my backside. I wiggled, I moaned, I squirmed...but I didn’t tell him to stop.

  Later I would take the time to realize that his so-called blows were light and more teasing in nature. Even when Maxwell was being rough, he somehow managed to be gentle at the same time. Leave it to Maxwell to figure out how to achieve that kind of delicate balance.

  Maxwell stopped with the same abruptness he had started. Questing fingers dove between my thighs, and I heard him licking my wetness off his fingers. I moaned again, earning me an even firmer slap on my ass.

  He laid me back down on the bed, on my back this time, and the intense, dark look on his face made me arch off the bed towards him in silent supplication. Maxwell pinned me down by the hips and then buried his face between my thighs. And the feasting began again.

  I shouted my climax when it crashed into me, and Maxwell moaned his approval into my pussy, sucking and biting one last time. I trembled all over, and he took the time to scoop me into his arms and hold me close. I clutched at his shoulders and whimpered, overcome. He rubbed my head and murmured soothing words for long minutes, and I suddenly realized he was fully dressed.

  I giggled. It reminded me of the fantasy I had when I used the vibrator for the first time.

  “What is it?” Maxwell lifted his head to look at me, curious.

  “You, Sir, are wearing a lot of clothes, while I am completely and totally naked.” My voice was light and full of happiness.

  “That’s the way I like it.” He squeezed my ass with both hands. “And I like the Sir. A lot.”

  “Well, it’s only fitting I show proper respect for a man of your age.” I giggled again, even though I was trying to keep a straight face.

  I took one look at the mock glare on his face, and I squealed and tried to scramble away. But Maxwell wasn’t having it. He snatc
hed me back to him, and this time the spanking he delivered? It hurt like hell.

  But I couldn’t stop giggling, even though now my giggles were interspersed with moans of a newfound arousal.

  Maxwell leaned back and removed his shirt, taking his time. I sat up and ran both my hands down his muscular chest and stomach, feeling each ridge. I took my time, too, getting to know his body, curious about every detail. I traced a thin, white line on one side of his abdomen.

  “Appendicitis. I was thirty.” His voice sounded like gravel, and his eyes were on fire. I could tell my touches were affecting him, but he let me have my exploration.

  I traced each flat nipple, marveling at how they tightened in response to my touch. He had a light sprinkling of hair on his chest that led to a tidy trail of hair on his stomach, that led to...

  He grabbed my hands.

  “Hey! I wasn’t through exploring!” Indignant at having my fun spoiled, I tried to free my hands from his firm grip.

  “You’re through if I say you are through. Understand, kitten?” Maxwell squeezed my hands and pushed me back on the bed.

  My breasts bounced with the force of his movements, drawing his eyes. He roughly rubbed them in his hands, pulling at my nipples, pinching on occasion. I squirmed and reached for the button at the waistband of his jeans, and was surprised when he didn’t stop me this time.

  “Go ahead. Let’s see what you find.” He returned to playing with my breasts, seeming to not care about what was going on below.

  I took that as a personal challenge, and I popped the button open. I unzipped him and pushed the pants down his hips, revealing black boxer briefs. As he shifted to kick his jeans off and onto the floor, I saw a wet spot on the front of his underwear.

  I licked my lips, causing him to groan.

  I grabbed his erection through his briefs and squeezed. Flexing my fingers, I used both hands to feel every inch of his impressive length, and Maxwell finally snapped.

  “Is this what you want?” He pulled his underwear off, and his erection sprang free.

  I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. Biting my lip, I looked him over with awe.

  Yes, please.

  I didn’t realize I had spoken the words aloud until Maxwell laughed. He grabbed himself roughly and stroked several times. He pinned me down again with one hand and rubbed the tip of his beautiful erection against my soaking wet pussy.

  I made a keening noise deep in my throat, a sound of pure need, and Maxwell cursed. He reached down for his pants and fished his wallet out of the back pocket. Pulling a condom out, he tore it open with his teeth and rolled the condom down his penis. His hand rested on his balls for a moment, and I lost it.

  “Please, Maxwell. Please.” I didn’t even recognize my own voice anymore.

  He laughed. “Please, what?”

  “Please, Sir.”

  “Please, Sir, what? I can’t quite hear you.” The teasing lilt to his voice pushed me over the edge.

  “Damn it all to hell. Please, Sir, fuck me.” I was done. I was not shy or scared. I needed this man inside of me before I burst into flames.

  Maxwell grunted, all games over, and lunged over me. He positioned himself at the opening of my body and pushed in. All the while he watched my face.

  My eyes rolled back in bliss as he invaded my most intimate place. “Oh. That feels... nice.”

  He grunted again. “Just nice?” He pushed some more with growing urgency.

  “Oh. Oh. OH! That’s heaven!” I wrapped my legs around his waist and grabbed his ass with both hands, urging him on.

  Maxwell surged forward until he was entirely inside of me, and his pelvic bone ground against my clit, causing my pussy to tighten around him. His eyes went wild, and he started thrusting like a madman.

  All I could do was hold on as he slammed into me again and again. Each thrust was punctuated by his sexy growls as he lost all semblance of control. His thumb wiggled between us to find my clit, and I scratched my nails down his back.

  “Please!” I cried out, not even sure what I asked for.

  He pounded me. The bed thumped on the floor, and I sent up a silent prayer of thanks we were alone in the apartment. And then all thought left me, and I could only focus on the waves of pleasure that crashed over me, blurring my vision and stealing my voice away again.

  Maxwell gave one more big thrust, and he yelled some curse word at the ceiling. Then his forehead rested on mine, and he continued making smaller thrusts while his whole body shuddered against me.

  Sweet mother of pearl. Let me stay naked in this man’s arms forever, trapped beneath his magnificent body.

  Amen.

  Fourteen

  Neither one of us was inclined to talk afterward. I ran my hands up and down Maxwell's back with slow strokes, and he pressed kisses into my hair. Then we started kissing, slow, deep, drugging kisses that caused his cock to lengthen and harden within my body.

  I giggled again.

  “What is it, kitten?” Maxwell continued to kiss and nip at my lips.

  “Aren’t you a little old to be ready to go again so quickly?” I traced the dimples on his ass with my fingers as I spoke. I had no shame.

  He flexed his hips, rolling his firmness forward and hitting some spot deep inside of me. I gasped and clutched at his ass again.

  “You must like spankings, speaking to me like that.” But Maxwell was smiling, and he continued making little thrusts that caused my pussy to drench his cock with my renewed desire.

  He pulled free from me with a groan. “We shouldn’t reuse the condom.”

  I watched, fascinated, as he removed the condom and wrapped it in a tissue from my bedside table. He reached for his wallet, and he took out another condom and handed it to me.

  “Go on.” Maxwell rolled off me and lay on his back. His cock curved up towards his navel, and he wasn’t shy about displaying his beautiful body for me. “Put that bad boy on me. I’m about to show you old.”

  Smiling, I opened the wrapper and pulled out the condom. Hmm. Slippery. I covered the tip of him with it and rolled it down his hardness. My tongue poked out the corner of my mouth as I concentrated on the unfamiliar task.

  Maxwell grinned at me and hauled me up by the elbows until I straddled him.

  I balanced myself on his shoulders while he guided his cock into my body. Then he grabbed my hands to steady me.

  I had spent my life riding powerful horses, so the rhythm wasn’t new to me. But I had never ridden such a magnificent beast before, and soon I was throwing my head back and moaning as he hit all the right spots. I glanced down to find him staring at my breasts.

  He caught me looking at him. “Beautiful tits, baby. Just fucking perfect.”

  My wetness dripped out of me at his words, and I increased my pace. Ooh, I liked his dirty talk. He noticed, too, and continued.

  “Fucking beautiful woman with the wettest pussy, dripping all the fuck over me.” He growled the dirty words from somewhere deep in his throat.

  And that’s all it took for me to come yet again, grinding down on his powerful abs as I did. He flipped us until I was on my back once more, and he lifted my knees until it seemed they were somewhere around my ears.

  Maxwell took control back from me, and I squealed as he thrust deep into my body. He rubbed my clit and pounded away. My goodness, didn’t Maxwell need a rest? Wasn’t he human?

  Apparently not. Maxwell thrust and cussed in perfect rhythm. Each thrust caused him to mutter “Fuck!” right into my ear. Finally, he buried his face into my neck. He had given me zero control over my body, and my legs flapped uselessly in the air as I came again. He emptied himself into the condom and groaned. I held his sweat-drenched body even closer, savoring his orgasm almost as much as I enjoyed my own.

  I just noticed when he pulled free and removed the second condom, depositing it next to the first tissue bundle. Then he collapsed next to me and gathered me close in his arms, kissing my ear right as I fell asleep at last.

/>   WE SNUGGLED CLOSE ALL night. Every time I repositioned myself, he rolled with me. He woke me at least twice during the night to make love again, once slow and sweet, and once in a frenzy of lust and uncontrolled desire.

  The next morning, I pulled myself out from under his sleeping body. My bladder was screaming for relief, and as much as I didn’t want to risk waking him, I had to go to the restroom. He didn’t wake up until I took my first step and groaned as my stiff muscles tried to get moving in the right direction.

  “Millicent? You okay?” Maxwell sat up, and the sheet pooled around his morning erection.

  I eyed him with distrust. “Put that weapon away, Mister.”

  I backed toward the bathroom.

  “What’s wrong, baby?” He rubbed his chin, his scruff thicker than ever. I saw just a glint of silver in the dark growth as my hand connected with the doorknob behind me.

  “I think you are trying to kill me with orgasms. Remind me not to make any more age jokes, okay?” I disappeared into the bathroom as he started laughing.

  I took care of business, and then I took the time to brush my teeth. Despite my earlier words warning him away, I was more than ready for round two...or was it round five? I couldn’t keep track.

  Maxwell appeared in the doorway, rubbing his erection with one lazy hand. I eyed his gorgeous cock, and my mouth watered around my toothbrush.

  Yes, please.

  He stepped over to the toilet. “Is it going to make you shy if I pee in front of you?” He lifted the lid and didn’t wait for my response.

  I squeaked in surprise, but if it wasn’t going to bother him, it certainly wasn’t going to bother me. And after all the monkey sex of the night before, it seemed silly to quibble over this mundane business.

  Afterward, he washed his hands and then took my toothbrush and took care of his own oral hygiene. I watched in fascination, in slight disbelief that this magnificent specimen of the male species was in my bathroom.

  Once Maxwell finished, he stepped forward until he had me pinned against the wall. Blinking up at him, conscious of my naked body and sleep-tousled hair, but most importantly aware of that hard on pressing into my stomach, I had no objections.