When he makes contact with my slit, the groan that escapes him is nothing short of wild.
“Fuck,” he says, collecting my juices on his fingers. I watch with hooded eyes as he lifts his hand to suck my liquid off. His nostrils flare and my pussy throbs at the sight.
“All I’ve been able to think about since last week is howgoodyou taste,” he says.
I bite my bottom lip. He dips his hand back to my core, circling my needy clit before collecting more wetness. This time when he lifts his hand, it’s my mouth he’s offering a taste to. Silently, I lean forward and wrap my lips around his fingers. I begin circling my tongue, taking him deeper into the back of my throat.
I clench my thighs when his breath becomes labored, his eyes darkening as he watches me.
When I finally release his fingers with a soft pop, his chest rises and falls rapidly.
A small bead of pre-cum wets the crotch of his joggers. I reach for his cock, but he shakes his head.
“Not yet,” he says, staring down at me and gripping my jaw. “Understand?”
Even in my heels, he towers over me. I lift my brow, considering whether to defy him for a split second. I’ll play along. For now.
“Yes.”
“Good girl,” he says, cradling my head and crashing his lips against mine. I moan as his tongue runs along the seam of my mouth, and I open for him. His touch is gentle, but his kiss is savage. He tastes like expensive wine and whisky. Every sweep of his tongue and press of fingers against my skin threatens to unravel me. His touch scorches me with need.
He reaches around me to unclasp my bra, and it falls to the floor. Weighing my heavy breasts in his palms, he begins to knead.
I place one leg between his thick thighs. He slightly bends his knee, an invitation I accept, rubbing my core against his leg. I fuck his thigh shamelessly. He grunts and groans as my arousal soaks the fabric of his joggers.
I circle my hips and grind, feeling the cotton rub against my delicate skin in the most delicious way. But it’s not enough. I need more. His hand slides down to cup my arse, fingers digging into my flesh as he moves me faster over his leg, building up the friction. He breaks the kiss.
“Are you going to come on my leg, Gemma?” he asks, his voice gravelly and rough. His eyes are locked on mine, watching my face as pleasure builds.
“Yes,” I gasp. His answering smile is wolfish as he increases the pressure, his strong thigh flexing beneath me.
“I’m going to watch you fall apart. And then I’m going to take you to my bedroom and make you come again. And again.”
Fuck, if I wasn’t about to explode from rubbing myself on him, the absolute certainty in his voice sends me over the edge. My head falls back as my release crests, my body shuddering against him as I ride out the wave.
When I finally catch my breath, he lifts me effortlessly, cradling me against his chest. I let out a surprised yelp as he carries me down the hallway to his bedroom, placing me gently onto the mattress.
He stands before me, his face painted with desire. I prop myself up on my elbows. When he removes his shirt, I take a moment to appreciate the view. His toned stomach tenses as he approaches the bed.
“Not bad, Browne,” I say, wiggling my brows.
A smirk tips his lips, and he pulls his trousers down. The sharp V between his hip bones points to his hard, beefy cock, standing proud between his powerful legs. The man looks like he’s been carved from marble, and he bloody well knows it.
He fists his length, stroking himself slowly as he watches me watching him. He swallows hard, his eyes never leaving mine.
I’ve seen men touch themselves countless times and it’s never fazed me, but the way Max looks as he works himself over is an entirely new experience. It’s pornographic.
“Come here,” he says, and I scoot to the edge of the bed, spreading my legs slightly so he can see my glistening pussy.
“Do you want this?” he asks, glancing at his cock, his tone serious.
“Obviously,” I reply.
“Then suck it.”
My hand replaces his as I take him deep into my mouth. I continue to pump him; then, using my other hand, I fondle his balls.
“Gemma…” He groans his approval as I tap his cock at the back of my throat. I relax my mouth and breathe through my nose like the champion I am.
