“It’s true.” Emotion makes my words come out garbled, as my body blazes and that deep-inside voice tells me this is it, the moment my life changes forever. “I’ve thought about it. And today, after what we did, it was like… I don’t know, Max. It was like all my life I’d been waiting for something, one true emotion may be, and it hit me. You’re the man I want. I want to have children with you. I want a future with you.”
At some point during my speech, I started to cry. I’m not even sure when. I wipe at my cheeks.
“It’s okay,” he says softly. “You don’t have to be afraid.”
“Who said I was afraid?”
“Are you?”
I nod. “Yes, of course, I am. I’m scared of this not being real and I’m scared of dad finding out and I’m scared because, let’s face it, this can never happen. Dad would never be okay with this.”
“This is real, Maddie,” he pleads. “This is the most real thing I’ve ever felt. You don’t have to worry about that. And as far as your father is concerned, we’ll figure it out. Let me come over.”
“But won’t you want… You know, that.”
He smirks. “Do you think I’m an animal?”
“I thought you were going to hate me when I told you I was a virgin. I thought that would be the end of this. And now you’re telling me you… you… you want everything I want.”
“Yes.”
“But how crazy you got earlier, it was like you were expecting me to be some crazy sex kitten. And even if you say we can take it slow, I know you want more. I could feel it, Max.”
“Of course I do,” he says fiercely. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t wait for you to be ready. Is it about your dad?”
“Partly. But it’s also about me. I’ve never done anything intimate before. You’re the first person I’ve ever kissed.”
“Good. That means I get you all to myself. Because I don’t just want a family, I want a future. From this day on, Maddie, I own you.”
I gasp, a flare shooting through me, lighting up every nerve and making my insides spark. My body aches for attention, my sex remembering vividly how it felt to have him pressed up against me.
“You own me?”
“Yes. You belong to me, baby girl. I’m fucking claiming you. So it’s good you’ve never kissed anyone else. That means I never have to think about my woman with another man.”
“I want that. You don’t know how much.”
“Say it, then,” he growls. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You, Max,” I gasp, sensing a shift in his tone, as he moves from emotion to feral possession. “I belong to you. You own me.”
“Good girl. Now, let me come over.”
My body screams at me to say yes, but I can’t get rid of those nerves. And no matter what he says, he does want more, and he’s going to be disappointed if I stop him again.
“I’m sorry, Max, but no. Not right now. This is all moving so fast.”
“Fine. Then grab your laptop and take it to the bed. I need to hear you moan again. I need to see how fucking perfect you look when you’re creaming for me. Now, Maddie. Now.”
His tone becomes commanding, the last now as sharp as a whip’s strike.
I could tell him no. He’d accept my decision.
But I want it as badly as he does.
And who knows?
Maybe with a little virtual practice, the real thing won’t seem so daunting.
Chapter Twelve
Maxton
The second she said she felt the same, it was like my shaft filled with burning lava. I’ve never felt this hot before, my body burning up from the inside, my helm leaking so much precome my underwear is sticky with it. My length tingles as though awaiting her pussy, her young pink creamy slit, so tight I know I’ll have to force my way in, make her body accustomed to the feeling of being possessed.
But when she said everything’s happening so fast, I knew I had to wait.
I will claim her properly. I will grab those thick hips and rag doll her as I drive my cock in and out of her.
For now, though…
I groan when her chat window reappears. She had to switch from her computer to her laptop, but now she’s propped up in bed, one hand tucked beneath her head.
Her hair looks wet from a shower, making me think of her in the shower stall, naked as water drips down her skin.
Her smile is shaky, but I can read the authenticity in her expression. She wasn’t lying when she said she felt the same.
“I still can’t believe it,” she murmurs. “I thought you’d say I was crazy if I told you what I was thinking. But you want it too.”
“Yes, I fucking do.”