The moment he slips from me, the emptiness feels unbearable. I’m so worked up. I close my eyes and listen to his footsteps, the rustle as he rummages through my bag, then he’s back.
A click pulls me from my lull. “You keep lube in your handbag?”
“It’s me,” I murmur, barely lifting my head, and he responds with a light chuckle.
The mattress dips behind me and I jolt as something cold and slick lands between my cheeks.
I gasp, lurching forward. “Jesus.”
He strokes a hand down my back. “Ready?”
Chapter Forty-Six
Max
“Yes,” she breathes.
I press the plug against her entrance, watching as her tight hole yields, stretching around the cool steel as it sinks into her.
She sucks in a deep breath, and I immediately begin to rub a soothing hand up and down her spine.
“That’s it,” I murmur. “You’re taking it so well.”
She whimpers, her hips pressing into the plug, willing it to slide deeper.
“It’s in, sweetheart. How’s the size?” I ask.
“It’s good. I can feel everything.”
A sound rumbles from my chest—somewhere between a groan and a curse. I’m seconds away from losing my mind. From gripping her hips and taking her pussy until she’s completely stuffed, but I bide my time, forcing myself to steady my breathing.
“Are you ready for more?” I ask.
“Fuck me, Max,” she says, her fists curling in the sheets.
Thank God.
Bracing myself behind her, I line up my cock with her pussy. Instinctively, she starts to rock back, feeding my cockinto her hot channel inch by inch. Her greedy little slit swallows me deeper with every pass.
The feeling of being inside her while she’s wearing the plug is obscene, heightening every sensation.
“I’m so full,” she pants.
“Jesus, Gemma. You’re so damn tight.”
And when I bottom out—when I’m sheathed so deep inside her I forget where she starts and I end—I lose control.
We both release a strangled sound as I hammer into her, desperate to chase our release. I jerk my hips, fucking her relentlessly. She’s dripping, painting the inside of her thighs with her arousal.
My cock is so hard and so heavy I can barely breathe. When she peers at me over her shoulder, hair tousled, lips kiss-swollen, eyes lust-filled, I power into her. Sweat clings to our skin and sex fills the air as I pound her brutally.
Pressing my chest to her back, I wind her blond locks around my wrist, giving them a sharp tug. Her spine bows, her mouth drops, and she writhes against me, trying to pull me deeper.
“Max!” she screams. “Make me come!”
That’s all the encouragement I need. My thrusts go from brutal to frenzied. The sound of our bodies colliding is thunderous.
“You want to come, baby?” I snarl. “Then take it.”
