Under The Oak Tree Maxi Novels & Stories

Fuck she was hot. Her pink lips slightly parted when her picture was taken she carried herself elegantly. When the shoot was over she slipped into a red robe and I approached her. When she saw me she let out a small gasp. "Oh my gosh you're Sebastian Miller the billionaire's son am such a big fan" she says softly. "Thanks and you're?" I pressed. She gave me a warm smile. "My name is Maxima,but you can call me Maxi." We shook hands and ever since that day we've been inseparable.

"Someone's already getting attached. Tara and Max, sitting in a tree, K I S S I N G." Lacey put the pillow case under my head, lifting me up gently and just enough to cover the couch cushions below it. "Thank you, Gamma." I swore I heard someone sniffling but the lovely warm, cedar, mixed with lavendar sent was heavenly. My lips ticked up while inhaling Max's pillow cover. I heard a collective 'aww' before I fell fast asleep.

As we approached the front entrance, I turned to face Rico, "Can we go back to the oak tree again?" "Why? Aren't you hungry?" He asked. "Yes I am but I feel drawn to the tree. I want to say goodnight before I sleep," I answered honestly, despite how weird I sounded. "Okay then, let's go." He said and we walked side by side again to the oak tree. The oak tree stood tall and majestic, its branches reaching out as if embracing the moon above. The air around it felt charged with a certain energy, a quiet strength that resonated deep within me.

Once I reached her I pushed the offending guy away and grabbed her as she spun around her eyes met mine. "Max" my name rolled off her sexy tongue. Her sexy sultry stare changed to surprise as I picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder carrying her from the club. She squeeled and squirmed on my shoulder. I carried her to the dirt trail and striding a few paces off the trail into the forest I dropped her against a large oak tree. "Max what the hell are you doing?" She cried pushing me hard against my chest. Her scent was intoxicating like melted marshmallows and baking cookies. It was so delicious Arros purred in my chest.

Watching Sam’s hand glide up and down his mammoth cock has more moans escaping my lips. The waves of intense orgasmic pleasure spreads throughout my whole body leaving my mind torn on whether I am going to be able to handle an orgasm of this level of power. Max’s scent of Colorado Blue Spruce mixed with Pine has me feeling relaxed and wanting to run naked with him through a forest, maybe even get fucked by him against the rough and earthly tree bark. They each smell so exquisite that it adds to my need to feel all three of them inside of me.

Max said looking at me and smiling at me. I close the door and look in my dressing room and I just found the perfect outfit. I took a floral chiffon maxi skirt in purple and my favorite sleeveless crochet lace white top. Nothing expensive, just some casual items I found on the internet while living in Paris. I took my nude high heeled sandals and a matching clutch, grandma’s Cruz bracelet, I put my hair in a lazy bun, a soft makeup and that’s it. He said casual, so casual be it! And as soon as I exit my bedroom I see Max looking at me with his mouth wide open.

Beads clatter like rain, foxfire stutters, and for a blink Sable’s outline shines where the air should be seam. She’s fast as she lets the net miss and laughs like a coin spun on stone. “Later,” she whispers through the leaves, for me alone, or for the house. “When your child runs on the path.” I smile at the trees with all my teeth. “Bring better shoes,” I murmur, and Ebony purrs because she likes it when I promise violence. “Luna,” Elder Max says, louder now, pulling attention back where it belongs. “One last thing for the record. The pack needs to hear you say it.”

Maya’s POV: I look at the huge oak tree in front of us and forget how to breathe for a moment. It is taller than the rest. Its trunk is wide and old, with deep lines running along the bark. The branches stretch high, almost touching the moon. Lyra walks closer and places her palm on the tree like she knows it. “This is the oldest tree in this part of the forest,” she says softly. I step beside her. “How do you know?”

"They’re like pine trees that grow straight up. But our family isn’t a pine tree, my love." He sniffled, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. "Then what are we?" I smiled, feeling my eyes water. "We’re a giant oak tree. Those ancient, enormous oaks that live for hundreds of years. Our branches go in every direction. They cross, they wrap around each other, and they grow upward and outward. Your mom, Sarah, is one of the strongest and deepest roots because she’s the one who gave you life. Your dad, Louis, is the main trunk, strong and steady, holding you up every day. Luka, Zion, and Elias are huge, protective branches that give shade when the sun is too strong and hold you when the win