Swirling his tongue over my nipple, he adjusted his grip on my hip and angled my body.
I opened for him. Submitted to him. Unable to deny him anything as he made me come undone.
He gripped my chin, holding my stare as he slipped his finger inside my panting mouth. I swirled my tongue around it, sucking in time with each thrust of his cock. Groaning, he brought his finger back to my clit, circling, applying pressure, and drawing out the promise of more to come.
His hand on my hip slid under my ass, teasing between my cheeks. But he wouldn’t cross that line until I asked.
Until I begged for it.
And fuck me, I wanted it. “Max, please.”
When he pressed gently with his thumb, slipping past my body’s natural resistance, pleasure burst behind my eyelids.
My heart, my walls, everything inside me tightened, reaching a breaking point at a new height of pleasure. It built so quickly, I couldn’t stop it.
“Oh, god.” I writhed against his touch. “Max. Fuck. I?—”
My back bowed off the bed. Nails clawing, palms pressing, and heels digging into the mattress, I searched for anything to steady the inferno raging through my body. The intensity brought tears to my eyes and sent them streaming down my cheeks as I choked on a sob and came again.
“Oh, my god.” I gasped for air as the next rolled through me. “Oh god, Max, I’m?—”
“Fuck, Princess,” he panted in my ear. “I can’t stop.”
Withdrawing, he flipped me onto my belly, spreading my cheeks and driving back inside my pussy.
I barely had time to process—couldn’t focus on anything but the feel of his palm running down the length of my spine. Slapping my ass. Kneading my flesh. And driving deeper with a growl that reverberated in my core.
“I want you unraveling beneath me.” Pumping steadily, he kept his pace as I thrashed beneath him. “Now, come again.”
His palm cracked against my ass, sending vibrations through my body and tightening everything as he slipped his finger back in, going farther.
“Oh fuck! Max,” I moaned. Shaking my head, I turned my face into his arm, where it braced beside my head, and bit down as my core tightened again. “Oh god, it’s too much!”
But I couldn’t stop it.
As my next orgasm crested, he pressed in deep. Fully sheathed in my dripping, aching holes, he didn’t retreat.
“You’remine,” he growled as my teeth pierced his skin, and he withdrew only to slam his hips in harder. Incited as I came again and again. Spurred by my cries and my body gripping his like a vise. “You can take it, Princess. All of it.”
I groaned my objection as my hips lifted to meet his thrusts.
Sure his faith in me had been misplaced, sure I couldn’t possibly come again, that I couldn’t take it. But my body knew the truth even as my mind fought it.
Whatever he gave me, I’d take it. I wanted it.Neededit.
Needed him.
“Mine,” I rasped and forced my eyes open, locking them on his. Pleasure rolled through me and built again. “I can take you. I—” A moan garbled my words as he captured my lips.
He slowed his pace, easing his finger out before circling my ass gently with two. “Relax, baby girl. Open for me.”
I whimpered, hips torn between pulling away and eagerly bucking to meet him. As he prodded gently, the pressure burned with the wider stretch.
But with my eyes on his, I relaxed beneath his hand.
I trusted him. I had faith he could push me without going too far. Knowing exactly what I could take, he fueled me to do more—be more—than I thought possible.
And I couldn’t see a path ahead, or imagine a future, without him there. Urging me forward when I needed him.
