He massages my bum cheeks, then spreads them. My face goes bright red when I feel his fingers replace his tongue so he can fervently lick my bumhole.
He works my body well, jaw rough against my skin, tongue greedy, fingers curling to massage the muscles inside me.
Oh my God.
"Max."
My legs tremble and shake. My bum flexes against his tongue. My thighs tighten around his hand as I come hard over his fingers.
His mouth moves away and his fingers slip from inside me. Standing quickly, he tugs down his pants. He fists his penis and not wasting any more time, he thrusts his thick hard ridge into me.
I cry out.
"Good girl. Now watch me fuck you."
He studies me in the mirror, his eyes near black with arousal. He buries himself deep, draws himself out, and drives into me again and again. I gasp and then moan with each slap of his pelvis. I can feel him everywhere. My cheeks are blotchy and pink. My body is thrown forward and then pulled back. I grasp the vanity with all my strength, my hands growing numb. Max's grip on my hips tightens as he pumps into me fiercely. It's near impossible to stay upright. My eyes flutter shut, the sight of him overwhelming my every sense. The pleasure is so intense. A destructive force thrashes through me with every thrust of his hips.
"Open your eyes," he growls.
My eyes flicker open. He wraps my hair around hisfist and pulls until my back bows and my chin rises, revealing my neck and the pulse that runs rampant through it.
"Fuck." He grunts. "Take me, Little One. Take all I have to give you."
I watch his gorgeous face. It's tight and intense. His eyes are a wicked storm of danger and ecstasy—brows drawn in, teeth bared and pressed together. "Good girl. You're doing so good."
I brace myself against the sink, mewling his name. "Max."
Grunting, he pumps me with more force. And then he lets out a deep, long, almost excruciating groan as his cock pulses with his orgasm.
His head dips back, mouth open and panting. I try not to collapse into an overwhelmed puddle at his feet.
He finally finds my eyes in the mirror. "Are you okay?"
I swallow and nod. It's all I can manage. As he looks down to where he fills me, he watches his cock slip from between my thighs. I straighten and slowly turn to face him, my ankles tied together by my jeans.
His mouth is still open. His breathing is still laboured. He stares at me with those lovely, wild ocean-blue eyes of his and strokes both hands through my hair before cupping my cheeks. "Was I too rough?"
Moving into his gentle touch, I shake my head. "No."
His eyes narrow. "If I'm ever too rough, you have to tell me to stop."
I nod. "I will."
He grins, and I love that I'm the only woman who gets to see this side of him. "That wasunreal," he says.
We clean up, Max taking care of me like he always does. As we exit the room, he entwines our fingers. Several people stare at us. My eyes dart to the grass and I don’tlook up. My cheeks feel hot with embarrassment. I was loud. Max was loud too, but his head is held high, completely unaffected by the attention we have.
"I'm so embarrassed," I murmur as we walk to the car.
Max just laughs. "Don't be. You sound beautiful when I fuck you."
Prince Not Charming
It'seleven p.m. on a Wednesday night. Max's fingers are threaded through mine, pinning my palms to the mattress. He's thrusting deep inside me from behind when an erratic knocking shakes the bedroom door.
"Fuck," he groans as he flexes his penis inside me. "Not now!"
I moan laboriously into the pillow. "Max," I beg.I do that now, when he teases me, when I'm desperate for him. I beg. He's made me this needy. I wasn’t before. Now, I struggle to go a day without an orgasm.
