Without missing a beat,I crawl across the California king bed until I’m centered on my hands and knees, ass in the air, fully exposed. An air of excitement envelops me as fingertips dance gently down my spine and over the curve of my ass. Turning my head, I look over my shoulder and watch Max.
With heavy-lidded eyes, Max watches as he runs his cock through my drenched sex, only lifting his head moments before our gazes collide and he enters me.
Slowly.
Stretching me. Teasing me.
Making sure I’m ready for him.
My hands grip the blanket, and my lids flutter closed. “It’s not nice to tease, Mr. Kingston.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, Daphne.” He pulls out of me completely, leaving me empty and wanting.
“I won’t break.”
One side of his mouth tips up in a cocky smile, happy to accept my challenge. Max slams into me in one beautifully rough thrust.
My head drops down to the mattress as I cry out and push back, meeting him thrust for delicious thrust.
“You are fucking perfect.” Thrust. “So hot.” Thrust. “So tight.”
With each snap of his hips, my core tightens, and my pussy pounds.
Strong arms wrap around my chest and waist and pull me upright.
My back arches against his chest, my heart beating frantically.
Needing to be closer, I throw my arms up and around his neck.
His fingers skim over the lips of my sex, and I clench around his dick when they graze my clit. “Oh, God.” My orgasm is so close, but I’m not ready for this to end.
“Not God, Daphne.” He nips at my neck, and I can hear the smug smile in his voice. “God doesn’t have a damn thing to do with this.”
My muscles burn, and my legs shake as I drop my head against his shoulder for support. “I need to come,” I beg him, dragging out the words.
“Yeah, baby. I’ve got you.” He turns my head and licks into my mouth. His deft fingers firmly circle my clit. “Come now, Daphne.”
As if I have no choice but to obey his command, I shatter in his arms. The power of my orgasm wrecks my body. My voice goes hoarse as I scream his name.
Max lowers me flat to the bed and pulls my knees up higher. He eases out of me, and I almost relax until he slams home with such force that I’m pushed up the mattress. My sensitive nipples rub against the decadently soft blanket with every thrust of his hard body.
“Max...” I plead. I’m not sure I can take much more. I’m still trying to catch my breath from that last orgasm, and I already feel him chasing me up another peak.
He pulls out long enough to flip my limp body over to my back, like I’m a doll for him to use and position at his pleasure. He drags his lips over my stomach and swirls the tip of his tongue around my nipples before settling himself between my thighs.
“Oh, I think you’ve got more in you, baby.”
I was never a fan of pet names until the word “baby” fell from his sinful lips.
He wraps his arms around me, bringing our bodies close to each other. Our faces are barely an inch apart, his breath fanning across my cheeks. He slides into me slowly, taking his time as he drags his dick along my walls before hitting something deep inside me. Something that’s never been touched before and makes my entire body pull taut.
“Oh. My. God.”
Max stills, half out of me, and I want to scream in frustration. “What did I tell you, Daphne?”
My hands scour down his muscular body, sliding over his lats and gripping his ass with my nails as I pull him into me. “I’ll call you whatever you want, Max. Just do that again.” I lick the pulse thrumming in his neck. My lips graze the underside of his jaw as I whimper, “Please, Max. Please.”
His blue eyes darken to almost black before he drives into me, hitting that spot over and over again until I’m finally screaming so loud, I may have woken his entire family. Honestly, I can’t bring myself to care.