Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
He stops and meets my eyes. I push him off, and he falls to his side as I sit up. I roll Max onto his back and straddle him, untying his trousers before I pull his large, already hard cock free. It slaps against his stomach, and he puts his hands behind his head, extremely proud as he watches me.
“How, my pretty, is this unfair?”
“You aren’t allowed to touch me,” I tell him, my expression unmoving. “If you do, I stop, and you aren’t allowed to touch me for a week.”
“A week?” he asks, with a slow nod. “Not sure you could last that long, but go on... let’s see who wins.”
I laugh before I grip his cock and begin to stroke. We watch each other, eyes locked onto every move, and he smirks, thinking he will come out the winner.
He very well may, but I hope to prove otherwise.
I squeeze his shaft before I drop my head down and give the tip a kiss. He raises his hips a fraction, then lowers them, so I do it again. But this time, I swirl my tongue around the tip, enticing a groan. My hand doesn’t stop moving as I pump up and down and kiss the tip again. Reaching down with my other hand, I grip his balls, and roll them gently, then blow on the tip and pull away. Max groans loudly, and I grin.
“What’s the matter?” I ask coyly. Leaning down, I peer at him through my lashes as my tongue darts out and licks his slit, firing him up as he does to me.
Payback.
Such sweet payback.
I will never get sick of this.
He groans, long and low, his hands fisted at his sides—he’s so close to grabbing me.
“You will be the death of me,” he pants.
“No touching,” I warn.
I do it again.
And again.
And again.
Until I know I’ve pushed him to his limit, and he reaches for me, pulls me up his body, and takes my mouth with his. His hands get busy pulling my pants down, and then he uses his feet to kick them away.
“I said… no touching,” I whisper against his lips.
“You knew I would fail. With you, I will always fail.” He kisses me deeply, and I lay my body on top of his, feeling him press against me. I moan into his mouth, and he maneuvers us until I feel him at my entrance. “Fuck.”
I feel him slide in, and I sit up slightly as one last tease before sinking all the way down on his shaft. He grips my hips, and before I can move again, he tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls me down, so our lips smash against one another.
“Move,” he growls out the word into my mouth.
I try to sit up, but he holds me hostage with his mouth, so I slide up and down his body. The friction against my clit, along with his cock hitting every single right spot, is perfection.
“Max.”
“Mmm…” My hips start moving faster and faster, and before I can stop myself, I push off his chest and break our lips apart. My hands find my hair and pull as I ride him hard. Back and forth, back and forth, hitting every amazing position imaginable.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, reaching up and massaging my breast. I drop one of my hands to cover his and hold on as I continue riding him.
This is pleasure and seduction all in one.
I can’t stop.
I’m not sure I would even if given the opportunity.
“That sweet, sweet pussy is milking the fuck out of my cock,” he growls, burying his head into my neck with a kiss that has me whimpering. And before I can come, he flips me, so I land on all fours, slamming right back into me from behind. The orgasm that was building is now intensifying.
“Don’t stop.”
“Like I could,” Max says, smacking my ass. My back arches, and I push back to take him all in. He thrusts in and back until my knees give way as I come with a shuddering scream.
He comes at the same time, pulling out and spilling his cum all over my back as I collapse to the ground. When I turn around, he’s holding his cock and shaking it over my back.
“Was that necessary?” I arch a brow.
“Fucking oath. Now, no other fucker will touch what’s mine. You smell like me, and that’s what I want.”
“You were once so well-spoken, and now you are nothing but a dirty talker.”
I smile. “Only to you.” He leans down and kisses my cheek as I lie there, spent and satisfied. “Don’t move. I’ll be back to collect you and wash you.”
“Is there a lake nearby?” I ask, stifling a yawn.
Who would have thought that my life now would be me getting fucked and sleeping? Growing up, it was about being taught how to fight, and now I’m more worried about when I can see Max again.