Chapter 29
PAIGE—FOUR DAYS LATER
“Do you like my cock?” he asks. His eyes turn dark as I watch him fucking me from behind in the hotel mirror.
“Yes.” Too much. My nipples tighten into hard peaks when he grabs them, pinching them between his expert fingers, fondling them, then squeezing them tightly between his fists.
“Hands on the wall.”
I do as I’m told and brace myself against each side of the mirror on the wall.
“Good girl,” he growls, moving his hands from my tits to my hips, digging his fingertips into my flesh.
“Max,” I cry out, pushing back as he fucks me with wild abandon.
“Don’t ever tell me we’re stopping this.”
Catching his eyes, I smile wickedly at him in the mirror. He was pissed when I told him yesterday that we should stop this. I want to, but I just can’t seem to help myself when it comes to him.
“Never,” I cry out as he fucks me so deep, forcing me to stretch up onto my tiptoes.
“You’re pussy feels so good.”
His dick feels so good, it’s as if it was made for my pussy.
Reaching around to my front, he rubs my clit. Pinches it, then spanks it, rendering me speechless.
I rock my hips, fucking him, moving in time with him, back and forth with the need to find my release as he strikes into me from behind.
He slides his finger down my backside, spitting on it as he slips his thumb into my tight, puckered hole while hammering into me faster. I push back again, meeting every punishing thrust.
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” I cry out, my back arching in response, my core pulsing.
I’ve never done this with a man before. My historically bland sex life—who am I kidding?—my barren sex life is a thing of the past. Everything we do together is so fucking hot and I might never want to stop, although one day, I know we will. We have to.
“Relax,” he instructs, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. There’s this odd feeling of pressure at my back hole. It’s not unpleasant; if anything, it’s different, nice.
With his other hand still on my clit, he spanks it again, as he pushes his digit deeper into my back entrance, and with one more slap of my clit, I come.
He comes, roaring my name, the thick veins in his neck popping out of his skin, his pulse pounding in it as every muscle in his body is taut as he fills me with his hot seed. Going on the pill was the best decision; with nothing between us, I feel every twitch and pulse of his cock.
Together we come undone. Our bodies work in perfect harmony with one another.
Gentle bubbles of happiness and pleasure fizz across my skin.
What was supposed to be a one-time thing has become so much more. I don’t even know how to label us anymore. Whatever it is, it’s wonderful and terrifying. But while part of me longs to dive right in, another part fears I’m in over my head.
Max moves in and out of my body slowly, emptying himself inside of me fully and ushering me out of our dizzying ecstasy.
Looking at me in the mirror from over my shoulder, he trails gentle kisses along the curvature of my neck once more.
In this moment, there are unspoken words and things that neither of us is willing to admit: we couldn’t stop this even if we tried.
“Same time tomorrow?” he asks, his expression full of satisfaction.
“I thought you’d never ask.”