“Every inch of you is so fucking gorgeous,” Max said as he ran his tongue up my sternum.
I leaned up a bit so I could slide my shoulders out of my sleeves. I wiggled out of the fabric and let it settle at my waist. Max didn’t wait for me to unhook my lace bralette before he pushed the fabric down, allowing my breasts to spill over the edge of the fabric.
He paused for the briefest of moments as he took in the sight of me. My breath was quick, my chest rising rapidly, as I watched him take in my hardened nipples and the soft swell of my breasts. My eyes scanned his face, waiting for any sign of hesitation. All I saw was hunger.
Max’s palms were on me, rubbing and tugging at my nipples then lapping up the pain with his mouth. I found myself grinding into his waist as he stood, still fully clothed at the edge of the table.
“It’s always the good girls, isn’t it?” Max asked as he watched my eyes darken as he rolled my nipple in between his fingers. “The ones who like it to hurt.”
I reached for his waistband, wanting desperately to feel his skin against mine. Max chuckled in my ear. “I didn’t tell you that you could touch yet, baby girl.”
“Please,” I said, not caring what came out of my mouth. I needed him.
“Already begging for my cock, huh?” Max asked as he pushed the fabric of my dress up toward my waist. The cool air landed on my thighs, and I shivered. “Let’s see if you’re even ready for me.”
I heard Max suck in a breath and for a second I froze. What if I wasn’t what he expected? What he wanted? My thighs were full and thin stretch marks ran across my upper thighs. I swallowed deeply and started to bring my knees in ready to call it. He didn’t have to do this.
Max’s hands were at my knees in an instant, pushing them out wider. “Did I tell you to close your legs?” he asked. “I want to get a good look at you before I devour you.”
His promise made me shiver and I was afraid I might just come from his dirty talk. I watched his face as he took me in. His eyes flared as he caught sight of me. With my arousal sticky on my inner thighs, I knew he could see how turned on I was right now. His face turned into a smirk, and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my throat as he pushed a finger inside me.
“You were already warmed up for me, baby girl. I’m so sorry I couldn’t wait,” Max said. “God, you’re so wet. So soft. Imagine what you’re going to feel like wrapped around my cock.”
I leaned back, my elbows on the hard table as Max pushed another finger inside me. I was already trembling.
“Okay, baby girl, listen to me,” Max spoke seriously as he fingered me. “I know you’re close. So when I lean down and lick your swollen clit, you’re going to come for me, okay? Can you do that?”
My voice was shaky as I said, “Yes.”
Max hummed his approval as he pumped his fingers inside. I held my dress up as I watched Max lean down, his brown hair tickling my belly. And as soon as his warm mouth landed on my clit, his mouth creating a suction that brought my back off the table, I exploded. My limbs went numb and the breath was stolen out of my chest as I pulsed around his fingers and on his face.
“You did such a good job, baby,” Max said from above me. He pulled his fingers out from inside me and his other hand reached to yank off his shirt before he unbuttoned his jeans. Once I heard the metal zipper slide down, I leaned up on my elbows. I needed to see him.
He pulled himself out, stroking himself a couple of times. God, he was thick. A protruding vein marked the entire side of him and seemed to pulse.
“I have an IUD, by the way. I haven’t been with anyone in . . . well, it’s been a while,” I said.
Max smiled at me. “I was tested after my last breakup, I’m clean.”
I nodded, our eyes locking. His fingers traced my middle slowly, creating aftershocks of my orgasm throughout my body. But I needed more.
“You’re going to take my cock like a good girl now,” Max said. “I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be easy tonight.”
“Don’t be,” I replied. And before the last word left my lips, Max pressed himself to my entrance and shoved himself inside me. It took the breath from my chest. My mouth fell open, and the sound was stolen from my throat.
He was impossibly thick. He stretched me wide as he settled himself all the way in with one thrust. Max barely let me catch my breath before he gripped my hips and started thoroughly fucking me.
“Fuck, you take me so well, Isabella,” Max said through gritted teeth as he pounded into me. “You look so beautiful swallowing my cock up with your pussy.”
I had never heard dirty talk like this. I was afraid Max could whisper a line and I’d come on command. Because I wanted to. I wanted to come for him over and over again.
His praises were my reward and I’d chase them until I was sore. I’d do anything to keep hearing his rough voice command me. The sounds of our bodies moving filled the room and I leaned forward to watch him slide into me.
“Do you like watching me fuck you?” Max asked, his hand finding the back of my head again and gripping tightly. “I hope you do because I’m not sure I can ever leave this pussy.”
I filed that statement for later even though I knew not to analyze the things men say during sex.
Instead, I let a low moan leave my body as he reached new corners of me. Max released the grip on my hair but kept exploring my body. With one hand holding my lower back up so he could drive himself into me, his other hand trailed up my belly, tweaked my nipples, and squeezed my throat.
