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  “Ditto,” Georgina whispered back.

  Chapter Eleven

  It felt so good to be held in Max’s strong arms as they laughed and shared their memories of Farmer Jennings, and she told him a little about Graham and Eliza and her life in Las Vegas, Georgina mused. They stayed for another hour as Max told her about growing up with stuffy, overprotective parents that monitored his every waking move. To her, it sounded like heaven. She would have loved for her mother to be conscious half of the time, and she could barely remember her father. Thank God for Nate and Valerie Banks. As the sun started to set, she could feel the chill in the air. Georgina shivered and snuggled deeper into his arms.

  “Cold?” When she nodded, Max gently stood her up, and they walked back to the horses. When he reached Apache, he unzipped one of the compartments on the saddle reached in and pulled out a large plaid blanket. Turning to her, he said, “You can wrap this around you if you want to sit in front of me.” Shivering and already missing his warmth, Georgina stepped forward, and he wrapped the blanket around her and set her on Apache’s back. After making sure that Lady would follow them, he leaped on, handed her the reigns, and they started a gentle gait back to the farm. She leaned back against his broad chest and inhaled his cologne as he placed one hand under the blanket onto her right thigh and the other hand against her stomach. Max controlled the horse with his powerful thighs.

  Tingles shot down her spine when his lips brushed her ear. “Are you hungry yet?”

  Georgina loved being this close to him and the achy feeling he stirred inside of her. All afternoon they’d managed to keep their desire at bay as they learned things about each other. But she could no longer control the yearning building inside of her. She wanted to touch him in ways that would probably get her arrested if they weren’t on private property. She tilted her head back and up to look at him.

  “Yes, but not for food,” she said huskily, lifting her mouth for a kiss.

  Max readily complied and lowered his lips to capture hers. This time, she was the aggressor as she slid one arm behind his neck to keep him in place. Her tongue tangled with his as she savored his taste. Georgina drew his lower lip in and sucked gently on it as Max slid his hand between the apex of her thighs where moisture was already pooling. He massaged her swollen mound through the thin fabric of her leggings and panties. She spread her thighs wider and moved in rhythm to his fingers. Every mewl Georgina uttered was swallowed by Max as he pressed his thick rigid length against her behind.

  Max groaned as he felt her fingernails caress his scalp and her moisture underneath his fingers. Goddamn, she was so fucking wet. His other hand yanked her shirt up and pulled down her bra cups so her delectable breasts were exposed to the cool air. Georgina whimpered as she backed her ass up even more and kissed him voraciously. He roughly plucked at her swollen peaks, and she gave a hoarse cry, as he whispered harshly into her ear. “Don’t let go of the reigns, baby. You can feel what you do to me? All I have to do is be near you and I want to fucking touch, lick, suck, and eat you. Mmmm, those juicy nipples of yours are begging for my tongue aren’t they? Don’t bother trying to deny it, because my fingers are soaked in the evidence of my statement. Tell me what you want! And don’t sugar coat shit for me!”

  Never in a million years did Georgina dream she’d ever be riding in the countryside, with her breasts exposed, and a man’s hand between her legs bringing her to the brink of orgasm as he fed her heavenly kisses like a shameless hussy, where anyone with twenty-twenty vision or a pair of binoculars could see them. But that’s exactly what she was doing, and it felt fucking fantastic to be so out of control with this man who made her body shout, holler and sing when she was so sure it could barely carry a tune. But he wasn’t just any man, he was Max. The one who made her sex weep if she even thought about him. The one who inspired her to create a line of gingham-patterned lingerie that she could wear with his cowboy hat and nothing else, for him. The man that had her humming Anita Baker’s “Body and Soul” under her breath on repeat.

  On a sob of unbearable pleasure, she confessed, “You… Maaaax, I want you! I want you to kiss me like you’ll never stop. Eat me like it’s the best meal on a five star Michelin menu and fuck me in ways I can’t even imagine. I want to taste you at the back of my throat and wear my back pains and elbow and knee scrapes like badges of honor from…YOU!”

  Pure masculine satisfaction surged through Max’s body as his painfully swollen cock threatened to burst through his jeans at her breathless declaration. He simultaneously pinched her nipple and bit her earlobe, and Georgina shuddered, so weak she would have slid right of the horse if he hadn’t held her in place as he demanded, “Just me, right? No one else is going to give you what you need?”

  She was teetering right at the edge as she frantically nodded her head in agreement. “Only and always for YOU!”

  Max strummed her clit, once. Twice. And Georgina fell off the cliff headfirst into orgasmic bliss as it came rushing up to greet her like a long lost friend. She tried to scream her release, but Max was there, hungrily absorbing her wails as she bucked against his hand with wild abandonment. His tongue dominated hers as he nudged Apache into a smooth gallop, and every movement the stallion made prolonged Georgina’s pleasure.

  By the time they reached the stable, she was spent and Max helped her down from Apache, before tossing the reigns to a stable hand who smiled at Georgina curiously. In a hurry, Max pulled her along, not bothering to introduce her. He knew it was rude, and she smacked his shoulder to let him know and gave his employee a tired smile, but he just wanted to get her back to the farmhouse. Georgina smirked, as Max hadn’t spoken a word yet. His face was a harsh mask of concentration. The walk back was a lot quicker, and this time, he didn’t stop to point anything out to her.

  Don’t go all Donkey Kong on her, Max was instructing himself sternly. Do not lose control and scare her. She has issues that you’ve yet to discover. Be a kind, caring, and considerate lover…

  They reached the steps of the house, and he looked down at her with a questioning look, silently asking if she was ready. Georgina placed her hand in his and led the way into the house. Behind her, he swallowed hard and took a deep breath before following her in. As they walked by the kitchen, she noticed that the table had been set for two, complete with candles and wine glasses. She turned to look at him, one eyebrow raised inquisitively.

  “Turkey tetrazzini, but it’s going to have to wait, baby. I’m hungry for something other than food now too,” Max growled and wrapped his arms around her back and held her tightly to him where muscles met curves in perfect harmony. The kiss turned gentle as he made love to her mouth with slow, languid kisses that fed her soul, and Georgina felt the barriers around her heart cracking. Lawd have mercy; it was just so fucking good with this man!

  Max scooped Georgina into his arms as he carried her down the hallway to the family room and placed her on one of the huge brown leather sofas. Sitting down with her in his lap, he started to take off one of her boots. Her hands moved to unbutton his shirt. One boot dropped. She removed his shirt, exposing his broad chest He started on the other boot. She unbuckled his belt. The other boot dropped. Kicking them aside, she stood in front of him between his legs. He leaned back against the sofa to look up at her, desire heavy in his beautiful dark eyes. She leaned down to unbutton his jeans, and he lifted his hips, allowing her to pull them off of him. His huge penis was straining against his black boxer briefs. She kneeled between his legs and placed a hand on each of his muscular thighs and slid them up and down, running her fingernails along his flesh. His muscles turned to stone under her touch. He sat up and pulled her face to his for another kiss, one that was deeper and more demanding. She pressed kisses against his bearded jawline as her hands slid up the sides of his thighs and around to his butt. She squeezed and ran her fingernails over his firm backside. Her tongue trailed down to lick his neck, followed by her cool breath as she blew on his moist skin.

  Max
groaned and clutched Georgina’s thick ass tightly in his palms. Her fingers trailed to the front of his briefs, pulling the band gently and freeing him. He sprang huge and hot into her small hand, and she bit her lips in pleasure at the work of art she was handling. It was so smooth and dark, she could see the veins faintly running underneath and the large head glistened with precum. He really was quite big, and the thought of him inside of her made her even wetter. Georgina gripped him in one hand and slid her fingers up and down his length while cupping his balls with her other. Bending forward, she skillfully teased his nipples with her tongue. Over and over she pleasured him in this way while fondling his dick. Max cursed softly as his fingers delved between the full globes of her ass and he thrust into her hand. The broad head of his shaft was coated in pre-cum that she was using as lube. Gently she pushed him back, breaking their kiss, but they maintained eye contact as her hand started to move faster along his length, and soon Max’s eyes drifted closed.

  “Open your eyes, Max. I want you to see how much I enjoy tasting and touching you.” When he opened them, she lowered her head to lick the glistening, broad head of his penis.

  Georgina moaned as she swallowed his excitement. He tasted salty and all man. Delicious. She swirled her tongue around the large mushroomed head, licking up all of the sticky liquid and sucking the top into her mouth. She ran her tongue along the sensitive underside while moving her left hand from his balls to wrap around the base. Max muttered, “Oh shiiittt baby! That’s it, take more of me. Goddamn, your mouth feels too good.”

  He groaned deeply and moved his hands to her head while flexing his hips urging her to take more of him into her hot, silken mouth. She obliged, her full lips forming an O and sliding up and down his long shaft. She worked her tongue, swirling it round and round, up and down. He was all the way at the back of her throat. Just imagining him inside of her tight pussy caused her juices to flow, and she moaned, the vibrations surrounding his cock. His hands were in her hair, caressing her face and gently holding her place. Max cursed a blue streak and continued to flex his hips upward. Her hot mouth felt so fucking good. Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he struggled not lose it. He didn’t want the first time he came to be in her mouth. She could feel the tension in his body, and the thought of him losing control made her more wonton. She pulled back to only suck the head, wiggling her tongue on the underside while using her hands to fist him. She could feel more liquid oozing out, and she lapped it up before continuing to suck him.

  Max couldn’t take it. Gently, but firmly, he pulled her head back and helped her stand before him. He was eye level with her womanhood and eager for a taste. He pulled her leggings and panties off and pulled her close to bury his face in her damp curls. Breathing deeply, he helped Georgina to place her right leg on the sofa. Slowly he licked and nibbled his way up the inside of her thigh until he reached her core. He touched his tongue to her clit, moving in slow circles, tasting her creaminess. Georgina’s head fell back in bliss, and she gripped his dark curls tightly, pressing her center closer to his face and encouraging him to take more. His hands slid to her bottom to hold her in place while his tongue slid back and forth between her sopping folds before plunging in and eating her sweet honey eagerly.

  Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her legs started to shake as she felt her orgasm building. She tried to pull back, but he tightened his grip on her booty, alternating between nibbling her clit and plunging his tongue deep into her pussy as his fingers caressed her booty and tipped between her plump cheeks to tease her forbidden hole. Georgina howled like a banshee and exploded as waves crashed over her like a massive current drowning her and sweeping her away. Max’s tongue was swimming in her orgasm as he lapped up her juices. Even after she thought she was done, he continued to tease aftershocks from her. Georgina’s legs were weak as he set her facing him in his lap, her knees on either side of him. His arousal, huge and heavy, rubbed against her soaked pussy. He pulled her shirt off and licked the sensitive spot on her neck and collar bone. “Mmmmm you taste so good, baby.”

  “Wha-what the fuck was that?!” Georgina mumbled dazedly against his neck as she arched her ass back to where Max’s finger was still teasing her star. It felt as divinely sinful as it did foreign as the long thick digit went deeper. With his other hand Max unclasped the front hook of her bra and buried his face between her breasts, Georgina assisted by cupping them and pushing them as close together as possible for his sucking, licking, and biting pleasure. “Your breasts are perfect.”

  Georgina was panting loudly at the exquisite feelings he was creating within her as he slowly added another finger in her ass. Max had her sexually turnt, and if his brand of loving was wrong, she refused to be right. She eagerly grasped his dick, caressing it up and down. Groaning, he brought his lips to hers. She could taste herself on him and couldn’t get enough, exploring his mouth with her tongue. Up and down she stroked his shaft as more precum oozed out, and his fingers dipped deeper and deeper into her ass. She couldn’t stand it any longer and had to have him inside of her.

  “Where’s your condom?” her voice husky and needy. She had brought a box just in case. He withdrew his fingers and continued to trail kisses along her jawline while pinching and rubbing her turgid nipples.

  “In my jean pocket. But not just yet,” Max said as he shifted from underneath her to reach into his pants. She lay back on the sofa as she heard the foil packet rip open. He turned back so that he was braced over her. Glancing down at his shaft again she thought of how huge and thick it was with just a tad bit of apprehension. Max distracted her with more kisses as he slowly stroked his dick against her folds and smacked her clit with his other hand. Georgina bucked hard against his cock. “Max, please! I can’t wait!!”

  Against her swollen lips, Max ordered, “Then don’t baby. Fly for me.” He stroked her over and over while pinching her clit, and Georgina was a goner. Her body jerked and shook. “Aaaaaaaah God, don’t stop Max!! More!!!”

  Max licked her lips as he continued to stroke her, enjoying the way her beautiful face contorted with pleasure, and her luscious breasts heaved as she threw her hands over her head and twisted her hips, seeking more pleasure from him. He almost came just watching her

  When Georgina finally stopped convulsing, Max was right there to take her back to La La Land, pressing his hot shaft against her. Georgina spread her legs wider, eager to feel all of him as he settled between her thighs. Max guided himself to her entryway and slowly pushed in, sucking his breath. Fuuuccckk. He felt like he should be kneeling and worshipping at the sacred temple that was her body before entering. He pressed further and further into her wet heat until he was buried to the hilt in her tightness. Georgina moaned, feeling a little discomfort despite how aroused she was, as she adjusted to his size. Max threw his head back, gasping for air as her muscles gripped him and her juices drenched him. He started to move, withdrawing until just the broad head was in, and then thrusting all the way back in. He set a punishing pace as his shaft stroked her g-spot over and over again.

  Georgina wrapped her legs around his waist, and her breasts bounced up and down as she moved with him, dipping her hips in time to each powerful thrust into her body. Max lowered his head and his tongue caressed her nipples until she could stand it no more and pulled his face to hers, kissing him hungrily. Their tongues moved in time to their bodies. Georgina clutched him to her ferociously as she felt another orgasm building, and Max growled deep in his throat as he too felt it in his balls.

  “Fuck baby,” he whispered hoarsely as he hooked her legs over his shoulders, gripped her waist, and pounded into her. Georgina screamed again and again as she was launched into a supernova orgasm. The lockdown her pussy put on his dick was Max’s undoing, and he came, throbbing and pulsing into her soaked mons as his muscles turned to cement. Breathing harshly, he fell forward, his weight sinking her further into the sofa. Georgina wrapped her arms around him and kissed him gently.

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r />   Sleepily, Georgina stretched her overworked body, reveling in the delicious aches she felt. The clock on the fireplace mantle read 7:30 p.m. After that last bout of mind blowing sex, Max laid her back on the couch, wrapped in the plaid blanket. The fire was dying so he went, butt naked, to get some firewood from the porch. As he bent down to start the fire, she took in his fine form again. Max was walking sex with that face, beard, and body. Tall and muscular, there wasn’t an ounce of fat on his chocolate body, and you could bounce quarters off of that ass. Georgina admired those muscular arms with the matching fierce tribal tattoos before her gaze drifted lower to the tattoo that read 'vivere vehe et intrepidus’ on his tight abdomen as he came back over to drop a quick kiss on her lips and grabbed his pants.

  “I’ll be right back,” he murmured. “Now I’m hungry for food.”

  She heard him moving around in the kitchen, and soon the aroma of turkey tetrazzini wafted through the house, and her tummy grumbled. When he came, back he was carrying a tray with two steaming plates and filled wine glasses.

  Georgina sat up, and the blanket fell to her waist, exposing her breasts in the firelight glow. Max’s hungry gaze fell to them, and her nipples puckered in response. He set the tray down, reached into his back pocket, and produced a new condom. Undoing his jeans, they dropped to his feet as he quickly sheathed his swollen cock. Her blanket quickly followed as he covered her body with his much larger one and paid homage to her nipples with his tongue.