Page 96 of Ruthless Game

Overcome, my cock so thick it could burst, I lifted her other leg, wrapping them around my neck. Emma fell back against the tiled wall with a thud and wetness—not from the shower—poured out of her.

“I want you all over my fucking face,” I growled, all tenderness lost as I went at her, biting, licking, sucking, eating her, surrounded by my favorite things: the soft skin of Emma’s thighs, the raw, sweet taste of her pussy, the desperate, urgent smell of her desire for me, the pulse of her clit against my tongue, the way her walls clenched around my fingers as she came again and drenched my mustache.

“Max, please, just fuck me. I need you inside me,” she begged above me.

“One more, Starburst. Give me what I want one more time, and then I’ll give you what you need.”

I really went at her then, no pause, no break, just the relentless need to make her come for me again, sucking on her clit and battering it with my tongue as I battered her G-spot with my thrusting fingers. It didn’t take long; she came, screaming my name, soaking my face with the best-tasting, best-smelling cum I’d ever get to experience.

The only cum I’d ever experience. Just hers. Only hers.

She’d screamed the wrong name. Lawson.

But I’d fix that.

Unwrapping her legs from around my neck, I set her on her feet, rising to my own, catching her around her waist as she began to slide down the wall.

“Ready?” I asked.

She whimpered in response.

“Emma, say, ‘Yes.’”

“Yes, god, yes,” she moaned.

Good enough.

I tried to control myself. I’d never fucked anyone before. Truthfully, I’d never wanted to fuck anyone but Emma. Which meant I was more than a little concerned I was going to come the second I got the tip of my cock inside that sweet, hot pussy.

But I’d waited for this moment for so long, I could keep it together long enough to make her come again.

I lifted her in my arms, settling her around my hips and slowly, so slowly it hurt, lowering her onto my cock. The second my crown slid inside her sopping wet pussy, we both made insane sounds.

“Oh, fuck, oh, fuuuuuuuck,” I groaned, releasing one of her legs to squeeze the base of my cock in order not to come right now.

“Ohmyohmyohmy—” she whimpered.

“Not god. Max,” I reminded her with a growl, and, before I could stop myself, my hips and cock, taken over by the urge to fucking claim, to rut, to own, moved, and I shoved forward, pushing my cock slowly but surely, deep into her.

And then Emma screamed, and it didn’t sound like pleasure.

It sounded like pain.

A sound that broke my heart, because while I was experiencing heaven, it seemed like she was in hell.

Freezing, my cock still deep in her, I asked, “Are you okay?”

“No,” she whimpered. “Hurts.”

“Fuck.” I was doing it wrong. I’d made her come three times, and she was still too tight to experience pleasure. “What am I doing wrong, Angel? I’ve never done this before, so I must be doing this wrong⁠—”

Her eyes focused on me, despite the pain.

“You haven’t?” Shock was written across her face.

I laughed, embarrassed. “I couldn’t touch another woman, even if I wanted to. It’s only ever been you for me.”

“But that night⁠—”