Sutton rolls her eyes. “I look sleep-deprived”—her stomach growls loudly—“and hungry.”
“Perfect timing. I ordered you food.”
“Just me?”
I tilt my head, looking between the room service cart and the knockout in my bed. “I have something else in mind for breakfast.”
I pull the sheets back and she squeals, but I level her with a look that stills her. “Eat your breakfast.”
Sutton’s lips quirk up to one side. “You too.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I wink and move down her legs, spreading them wide so I can settle onto my stomach between them.
“Max,” she says, a hint of warning in her tone.
I lift my gaze. “You sore?”
She bites into that bottom lip, then nods.
“Huh.” I’ll have to be extra gentle. With careful fingers, I spread her open for me, looking up in time to catch her suck in a breath. Smirking, I hold her gaze as I bring my lips to her cunt, brushing them softly over her clit. She shivers and I do it again, this time pulling it gently into my mouth. I suck and she moans, dropping her head back against the tufted headboard.
She reaches for me, sliding her fingers into my hair. When she drags her fingernails against my scalp, I moan, the sound vibrating against her slick heat.
“Oh,” she says on an exhale. “Do that again.”
Happily.I press my mouth to her, then moan, pleased to watch her squirm.
Her hand tightens in my hair. “More.”
Demanding little thing, isn’t she?
I’m helpless when it comes to this woman. Anything she wants, I’ll give.
Anything she asks of me, I’ll obey.
I press my face against her, letting my nose tease at her clit while my tongue laps at her slick folds. We made love three times last night, and this woman gets wetter for me every fucking time.
She’s a gift I don’t deserve, but she’s mine.
And I wasn’t lying about making up for lost time.
She’s sore and sensitive, so I’m careful as I lick her, gently pressing my tongue into her hole, reveling in the sweetness of her. I take my time, teasing her with careful strokes of my tongue, kissing her labia, that sensitive spot where her pussy meets her thigh. She’s squirming in no time, but I keep my strokes gentle, my pace unhurried.
“Max,” she growls, digging both hands into my hair. “Make me come.”
I chuckle against her, then pull back, dragging my fingers through her folds, then massaging a slow, firm circle around her entrance. Holding her frustrated gaze, I press two fingers inside, pausing at the first knuckle.
Her nostrils flare, but we both know I love fucking with her.
I raise one eyebrow as I push forward to the next knuckle.
Her throat works on a swallow. Her eyes do their best impression of deadly lasers.
Her lips twitch, but she doesn’t say anything.
Too bad for her, I want her begging.
Keeping my fingers in position, just two knuckles deep, I lean over and nip at her upper thigh, smirking against her skin when a frustrated sound leaves her lips.
