Even now, I wanted more.
“Reach down, baby girl. Play with your clit. It should help.”
I followed his order without hesitation, rubbing tight circles as he eased the plug in again. It helped, distracting me and letting me relax further.
Max paused before the next pass, adding more lube before sliding it in fully. His deep groan mingled with my moan into the mattress.
“Fuck.” He stroked his fingers gently and spreading lube around the base, no doubt admiring the purple gemstone. “That might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Whimpering under his touch, I lifted my head long enough to let out a plea. “Max, I need you to touch me.” I writhed my hips as my body adjusted. “Please.”
He ran his lips over the bite mark on my right cheek, but he didn’t give me what I wanted. “Can’t.”
The crack of his palm against my ass jolted my body and the plug inside me.
“Oh, fuck!” I shrieked, my hands flying up from beside me to cover and protect my butt. “Max!”
A dark chuckle came from behind me, and a shuffle came before his body heat disappeared from between my legs.
I flipped over to glare at him.
“Time to go to the parlor, baby girl.” He smirked. “Tick tock.”
“But—”
When I gestured wildly to my ass, he smirked and shook his head. “No time.”
“Max, you can’t?—”
He turned away from me and went to the dresser.
I growled, pushing up fully to sit on the edge of the bed. Every move I made wriggled the plug, beating a pulse of pleasure between my legs. “Max whatever-your-middle-name-is Dread, you cannotbe serious!”
“As a heart attack.” He tugged on a pair of boxer briefs, the words rushing out and drawing his brows down. After tugging on his shirt, he shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. “You’re a bad bitch, remember?”
My brow furrowed over his mention of Gia’s positive affirmation. “How did you?—”
He chuckled but didn’t respond, pointing at the adjoining door to my room.
I huffed.
Rising as carefully from the bed as I could, I adjusted to the tiny intruder making me overly aware of my sex. Clit throbbing from Max’s earlier attack, and arousal pooling between my thighs, I hadn’t the faintest idea how I’d make it through this.
Max’s wink settled my nerves. “You’ve got this, Princess.”
I nodded, shooting him a glare despite wanting to melt into the look in his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ve totally got this.”
Max Dread
Quinn Everly blissed out from an orgasm at my hands was quickly becoming one of my favorite things.
It was like witnessing a tug of war, her fiery nature warring with the urge to sink into the calm.
Relaxing wasn’t a habit of hers. Except when her nose was buried in a book. She’d read that worn copy ofThe Princess Bridefor hours, and a smile crept over my face as I thought about how she’d read it to me.
I’d spotted it in her bag earlier while leaving a little...gift. Because I’d heard what she said.
